The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

I’m halfway to the door when his voice stops me again. “Allie.” “Yeah?” I turn around. His green eyes flicker unhappily. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Nope, I’m not sure at all. “I’m fine,” I lie, then duck out of the bedroom.

But the sheer disgust on her face this morning when we woke up in bed together? That’s a new one.

Both my dad and older brother played hockey at Harvard. I could’ve too, but I chose Briar instead. I’m always following in their footsteps, and I guess I just wanted to be different or some shit. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t play hockey only because they did. I love the game.

It just doesn’t give me the same thrill that Garrett and Logan seem to experience every time they’re on the ice. Truthfully, I have more fun during practice.

I enjoy the drills and the scrimmages, the opportunity to get better and help my teammates get better. I’m not interested in going pro after I graduate, which pleases my family to no end, because Heyward-Di Laurentise...

he glances at me—or rather, at my neck—and snorts. “Actually, maybe you should introduce me to the wildcat you hooked up with last night. Ms. Hickey seems like fun.”

I stiffen. No way am I letting this kid anywhere near Allie. He might be young, but he’s well on his way to becoming an even bigger player than I am.

After last night’s performance, Allie Hayes proved that she’s fully capable of leaving her mark on a man. Jesus. That girl can fuck...

It’s been doing that all day, chubbing out every time I think about Allie. It was the hottest hookup I’ve had in a long while. Hell, my wrists are still sore from being tied to the bed, but it’s th...

Tapping the same ass more than once isn’t usually my style, but right now my dick is aching to bury itself ...

“Sorry, Superstar. Not happening,” I tell him. “Find ...

Normally I’d be all over the brunette, but I’m not in the mood to score tonight. My mind keeps drifting back to Allie. And Allie’s pussy. And her tits. Man, her tits were incredible. A perfect handful, with pale-pink nipples that went harder than icicles when I sucked on them.

I sigh and do some strategic rearranging in my crotchal region. I’ve gotta quit thinking about last night, for chrissake. God knows Allie is doing her best to forget it.

Naive bastard. Luckily, I know better. Sabrina James is undeniably gorgeous, but I’d pour hot wax on my balls before I’d hook up with her. Well, before I’d hook up with her again.

I blanch. “Not a chance. That’s Sabrina, bro. She already busts my balls in class on a daily basis. I don’t need her busting them outside of school.”

Sabrina and I are both poli sci majors on the pre-law path, so we share way too many classes for my peace of mind. We both applied to Harvard Law too, which I’m not particularly happy about. The thought of spending three more years sitting in the same lecture halls as her doesn't sound at all appealing.

“You want to make a move? Go nuts. But I’m warning you, that bitch will eat you alive.”

Sabrina’s head turns sharply toward us. She probably has some kind of internal radar that goes off every time someone calls her a bitch. I bet it goes off a lot. As our gazes lock, she smirks at me, then flips up her middle finger before turning to talk to her friend.

I think I still have Allie’s number from when she was planning Hannah’s birthday this spring. She’d sent about a hundred mass texts outlining every mundane detail of the party.

Yup, it’s still in my phone. I saved her contact info as Wellsy’s Blonde Friend. I should probably change that to Bondage Girl. I type a quick message. Me: You make it back to the dorm ok?

It’s a dumb question, because she left our place this morning, so of course she made it back. Still, I’m surprised when she answers right away. Her: Yep. Here now.

She doesn’t respond to that. I stare at the screen in frustration, then wonder why I care.

Not too many things in this world make it on my Scared Shitless list, but Garrett’s girlfriend is solidly positioned in the top three.

Wellsy won’t be happy if she finds out I slept with her best friend, and if Wellsy’s not happy, Garrett’s not happy, which means I’ll have to deal with G tsking at me all disappointed-like.

Logan will follow his lead, and then Grace will jump on the Dean-is-an-ass bandwagon, and the next thing I know, I’ll be taking shit from all directions. That’s reason enough not to go there, but my sexed...

One more time wouldn’t hurt, right? Shit, or maybe twice? I’m not entirely sure how many times it will take to get her out of my system. All I know is that every time I ...

I fish out my phone again. Me: Weather’s worse than I thought. Keep a flashlight near you in case power goes out. Oh, for chrissake. I sound like I’m writing a shitty survival guide. Why am I even texting her?

There’s five whole seconds of radio silence, and then my phone rings in my hand. I’m grinning as I answer the call.

“Are we writing a bad Dr. Seuss book right now?” Laughter bubbles in my throat. “Sure fucking sounds like it.” “Well, either way, I think my phrasing is better.”

I curse softly as darkness surrounds my car. “Shit. Malone’s just lost power,” I tell Allie. “Make sure you stay inside, okay? And don’t go wandering around the halls of Bristol House if the power goes out.”

“What, you think a serial killer is going to sneak into the dorm and hunt me down?” She’s quiet for a beat. “Even if that happened, I’d probably be able to take him.” I snicker. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

“Hey, I’m fierce,” she insists. “My dad and I took part in a really intensive father-daughter self-defens...

Anyway, I’m hanging up now. I want to finish reading this play.” She pauses. “Drive safe.” “Wait,” I blurt out before she can end the call. “What is it?”

I stare at the rain that’s sliding down the windshield. Wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Then I lick my suddenly dry lips and say, “I want to fuck you again.” I can hear her breath hitch over the extension.

I think about the sweet curve of her ass filling my palms. The way her nipples puckered when I flicked my tongue over them. The tight grip of her pussy squeezing my c...

Fuck me. I’m lusting hard for this chick. And now I’m holding my breath, wai...

After a long pause, her annoyed voice says, “Goodbye, Dean.” I growl in frustration...

My heart is pounding as I hang up on Dean. I hadn’t expected him to say that. At all. “I want to fuck you again.” Well, of course he does. I’m amazing in bed.

God, I’m not cut out for casual sex. I feel...defiled. Except that’s ridiculous, because if anyone was defiled last night, it was Dean. Not only did I seduce him, but I tied him up and rode him like he was my own personal amusement park ride.

I’m such a slut. You’re not a slut. Okay, maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m just a twenty-two-year-old woman who had some no-strings fun for once in her life.

The only problem is—I like the strings. Sex and relationships go hand in hand for me. I’m all about the snuggling and inside jo...

Hollywood means more money. More recognition. Oscars and Golden Globes and Rodeo Drive shopping sprees.

Not always. Takes a long time to get there, if you even do.

Huh. My ex-boyfriend and my one-night stand literally have the same name with one letter replaced. I wonder if that means something…

God. That was…brutal. A part of me wonders why I even told him. It’s not like I cheated on him. I didn’t have to tell him.

“Aww, look at him, G. He’s so precious when he’s sleeping.” “Like an angel.” “A really slutty angel.”

I crank one eye open and direct it toward the doorway. “I can hear you, you know.” My annoyed voice puts an end to the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever heard. “Oh good, you’re up,” Logan says.

“I swear to God, if you tell me you’ve been watching me sleep for the last hour like a bunch of creepers, I’m calling the cops.”

I’m glad my back is turned, because the moment he says Allie’s name, my dick actually goes half-mast. Wonderful. I’m turned on by the sound of her name now?

“You didn’t do anything stupid when she was here, did you?” Garrett’s tone is lined with suspicion. I fucked her twice. So…yes?

I bite my tongue and throw on a T-shirt, followed by a navy-blue Briar hoodie. “I was a perfect gentleman.” Logan snorts. “Well, that’s a first.” “Fuck you very much. I h...