The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

Fuck. Why am I feeling so philosophical tonight? Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in three days. Sadly, that’s a long time for me, and my balls don’t like it. I blame Allie, of course.

She’s hot as fuck, but truthfully, I haven’t thought about her or Michelle since I slept with Allie.

And ironically, when Kelly and Michelle approached me at Malone’s, they’d given me the no-strings speech before I could even open my mouth. They’d straight up told me they only wanted my dick, and I was happy to oblige.

I wait for my dick to respond. Fuck, I order it to respond. A semi, a ball tingle, a twitch. Anything, damn it. But there’s nothing stirring south of the equator. It’s like my equipment just stopped working.

Come on, Little Dean, help me out, I plead silently. We’re talking fourgy here. Still flaccid. Apparently Little Dean isn’t going to cooperate unless I give him what he wants.

And what he wants, unfortunately, is not Kelly, Michelle, and Kelly’s best fr...

Oh sweet baby Jesus. I want to be turned on. I pray for it to happen. But Little Dean ain’t having it.

“You weren’t feeling an orgy.” Disbelief drips from his tone. “Who the hell are you and what have you done with my man Dean?”

I groan. “I don’t know. I’m screwed, dude. I hooked up with someone the other night, and now I can’t get her out of my head.” “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. God-awful truth.” Beau continues to gape at me. “You think I like this?” I say defensively. “Trust me, I don’...

“Are you seriously dissecting Twilight right now?” God, I am. This is what Allie has reduced me to. A sad, pathetic loser who goes to a bar and forces his friend to participate in a Twilight book club.

“I don’t know whether to make fun of you or refer you to a shrink,” Beau says solemnly. “I’ve never met a dude who’s actually read that book.”

“I haven’t read it. My sister was obsessed with those books when they came out. She used to follow me around the house and offer me recaps against my will...

“Okay, so you’re horny for this chick. Why don’t you just nail her again?” “Because she doesn’t want to hook up again...

“Impossible. Everyone wants to hook up with you.” “I know, right?” I lift the bottle to my lips. “So what should I do?” Beau offers a shrug. ...

Pick one and sex this other chick right out of your head.” “My dick won’t let me,” I mutter. Beau snickers. “Can you repeat that, please?”

“My dick is being difficult,” I explain irritably. “I tried to jerk off to porn last night, and swear to God, damn thing wouldn’t get hard. Then I thought of All—this girl,” I correct myself, because I promised Allie I wouldn’t tell anyone about our night together “—and bam” I snap my fingers. “Hard as a rock.”

Beau eyes me thoughtfully. “You know, I don’t think we’re dealing with a Bella’s-magi...

“No?” “No. I think you’ve imprinted on this girl’s pussy.” A choked cough sounds from behind me, and I turn in tim...

“I mean you’re facing a Jacob quandary. You imprinted on her pussy, and now it’s the only pussy you can think about. You exist solely for this pussy. Like Jacob and that weird mutant baby.”

“You fucking asshole. You’ve totally read those books.” “Nuh-uh,” Beau protests. He gives a sheepish grin. “I’ve seen the movies.”

“So what’s the cure, Dr. Maxwell? Go on a fuck spree and hope I un-imprint? Or keep working the charm and hope I wear her down?” My buddy snorts loudly. “How would I know?”

We may as well have yanked our pants down, stuck our bare asses in the air, and cheerfully asked the other team for a spanking. We fucking handed them the win. No, we handed them a shutout.

“Yes, Dean. That’s exactly what we do. Hair braiding, followed by naked pillow fights and then kissing practice.” “Can I come?” Logan and I blurt out in unison.

He’d blurted out those three words the second I answered the phone. I, in turn, had to fight from spitting out something nasty in response, because forgiveness implies that I’d done something wrong by sleeping with someone else, and that wasn’t the case. I hadn’t cheated on him.

I brace myself for a confrontation and open the door. But it’s not Sean. It’s Dean. “Hey there, baby doll.” He flashes a grin and barrels his way inside.

“Wellsy said you were sulking, so I stopped by to turn your frown upside down.” “I’m not sulking,” I grumble. “Even better. Saves me from having to do any work.”

He unzips his jacket and tosses it on the arm of the couch. Then he strips off his sweater, leaving him in nothing but faded blue jeans. I stare at him in disbelie...

“Yeah. I don’t like shirts.” He doesn’t like shirts. This guy… Goddamn it, I don’t even...

He turns toward the sofa, and the way his tight butt moves beneath the snug denim reminds me of how firm it felt when I squeezed it. Then he lowers his long body on the sofa cushions, which causes the denim to stretch over his package, and now I’m remin...

Crap, I think I might be blushing, which is confirmed when Dean winks at me. Does he know I’m thinking about blowing him? What am I even saying? Of course he does.

He stretches one arm along the back of the couch and beckons me with the other. “You sitting or what?” “I’ll stand, thanks.”

“Aw, come on. I don’t bite.” “Yes you do.” Those green eyes twinkle. “You’re right. I do.”

“Seriously, Allie-Cat, sit down. You’re starting to make me feel unwelcome.” “You aren’t welcome,” I sputter. “I was having a perfectly nice evening until you showed up.”

He looks hurt, but I don’t know if it’s genuine or if he’s putting it on. I suspect it’s the latter. “You really don’t like me, huh?” Guilt pricks at me. Crap. Maybe it is genuine.

“It’s not that. I do like you. But I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m not into casual sex, okay? Every time I think about what we did this weekend, I fe...

I don’t expect the flare of irritation I glimpse in his eyes. “You want some advice, babe? Erase tha...

“I mean it,” he continues. “Stop slut-shaming yourself. And fuck the word ‘slut.’ People should be able to have sex whenever they want, however many times they want, with however many partners they choose, and not get some shitty label slapped on them.”

He’s right, but… “The label is there whether we like it or not,” I point out. “Yeah, and it was created by prudes and judgmental assholes and jealous pricks who wish they were getting laid on the regular but aren’t.”

Dean shakes his head. “You need to stop thinking there’s something wrong with what we did. We had fun. We were safe. We didn’t hurt anyone. It’s nobody’s business what you or anyone else...

“That’s your problem. You think too much.” I can’t help but laugh. “Gee, is that your advice? Stop thinking?” “Stop obsessing.” Dean shrugs.

“You broke up with the guy for a reason—a damn good reason, if you ask me—and now you’ve gotta follow through on it. Quit talking to him and quit second-guessing yourself.”

“You’re right,” I say grudgingly. “Of course I am. I’m always right.” With an arrogant smile, he moves closer an...

“Okay, so here’s our plan for tonight. First we’ll bone down to take the edge off. Then we’ll order a pizza and replenish our energy, a...

Exasperation rises inside me. Every time I think there’s more to Dean than simply being a sex-obsessed horndog, he goes and proves me w...

“Have you considered seeing a psychiatrist about your delusions?” I ask politely. “Because, sweetie, there’s no chan...

“Fine. How about we go down on each other instead?” “How about you leave?” “Counter offe...

God, this guy is incorrigible. “Counter offer—you can stay, but you’re not allowed to talk.” He counters with, “I stay, I’m allow...

I think it over. “You stay, you can’t hit on me, and you have to watch my show without a single complaint.” A broad grin stretches across ...

Dean looks at the screen, then back at me. I can tell he’s debating whether he made a grave error by coming over tonight. But he surprises me by saying, “All right. Catch me up. What’s this show about?”