The Legacy (Off-Campus, #5)

by Elle Kennedy

“Wow. Garrett takes the time to pleasure you with blowjobs, and you won’t even marry the guy? Heartless, Johnny. Heartless.” He falls backward with laughter,

Those deep blue eyes gleam with intensity. “I told you a long time ago—you’re it for me, Gracie Elizabeth. I’m going to marry you one day.”

Logan’s not the most romantic man on the planet, but when he does express his feelings, he doesn’t do it halfway.

“Who says I want to marry you?” I tip my head in challenge. “Don’t you dare pre...

This guy is so exasperating sometimes with his random acronyms and cryptic riddles.

“Two days in Vermont is perfect!” I interrupt, throwing my arms around him. He nuzzles my neck, placing a soft kiss there.

When my hand moves to his face, Logan presses his cheek to my palm and rubs against it like a happy cat.

“Your truck didn’t have butt warmers,” Grace points out. “Butt warmers are the best.”

Nah they make you feel like you have to pee

“Text from Dean,” Grace tells me. “Ignore it.” I make a grumbling noise. “He and Tuck are terrorizing me and G in the group chat about the blog post.”

“And you expect me to ignore that?” Her eager hand snaps forward. After she taps a button on the screen, Siri begins reciting Dean’s words.

“I just don’t get it. We were all roommates in college. I never even suspected you two were boning!” Grace chortles happily. “It’s even better hearing it from Siri. Ooh. The...

“I always had a feeling. They kept trying so hard to act like they were platonic.” “Because ...

“Were?” my girlfriend says sweetly. “Are,” I correct. “We were and are platonic.” Another message from De...

“Best Buds Forever?” Grace howls. “That’s the name of your group chat?” “Yeah, got a problem with that?”

To Siri, I dictate, “Hey dipshit, at least I wasn’t sneaking around taking baths with pink dildos.” With a smug nod, I press send. “There. That’ll shut him up for a while.”

“It’s dark and scary!” she wails. “Look out the window, Logan. I feel like we’re in a horror movie.” She’s not entirely wrong. Save for the two yellow stripes from the headlights, the road is dark and the snow isn’t letting up. If anything, the weather’s only getting worse.

“I’m sorry. That was dumb of me.” I lick my lips in an overly lewd way. “Want to spank me for being a bad boy?” A glint of lust lights her eyes. I chuckle softly. We both know she loves how dirty I am.

I’m not shy about what I want and what I like, and Grace has gotten pretty good at voicing her desires too. That’s why our sex life is so phenomenal.

“Keep going!” Logan hollers his encouragement. “We got this, kiddo.” “Did you just call me kiddo?” “Yeah, sorry, G got in my head!”

“Let’s try again.” “But what if you slip again? I don’t want to run you over. I like you.”

We’re stranded, and there’s no way we’re leaving this vehicle. I’ve seen movies. Nothing good ever comes from leaving your car in a storm. Outside sucks. Inside the Mercedes is nice and toasty. For now, anyway.

I make a mental note—Grace wants to see me all oiled up. I bet I could make that happen next time I have a night off. I mean, I’m all about making her feel good. Whatever it takes to get her off, I’m up to the task.

I love kissing her. Sometimes when I’m on the team jet trying to sleep or when my mind wanders in the locker room, I think about the first time Grace and I kissed.

Man, that was such a good night. When I mistakenly knocked on that door, I never in a million years thought I’d fall in love with the girl behind it. Or that we’d be sharing an apartment, a bed. Building a life together.

“Fuck,” I groan against her lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I stop, groaning in frustration, because I’ve never been skilled at expressing myself. Putting emotions to words.

“You make me feel everything,” I finally reveal. “You make me smile. You make me hard. You drive me crazy.” My voice breaks slightly. “You make me feel safe.”

“I make you feel safe? You know you’re like a thousand times bigger and stronger than me, right?” “That has nothing to...

I know exactly what she means. I could be in the most foul mood ever, could be having the worst day of my life, and one smile from Grace, one breathy yes, would turn it all around. All she has to say is, “I want your dick,” and I’d give it to her.

Since we’re completely monogamous and she’s on the pill, we stopped using condoms a long time ago, and there’s no greater feeling than going bare with Grace. Her pussy is tight and welcoming, my favorite place in the whole world.

I mean, dumb choice, but okay

And when Grace starts moaning and restlessly rising up to meet each thrust, I know my shallow strokes are hitting the right spot. The G-spot. Nice. Her orgasms are always more intense when the G-spot’s in play. I angle my hips so I can hit that sweet spot even harder, and her eyes roll to the top of her head.

“Oh my God,” she pleads. “Keep doing that. Keep doing it.” And I do, hammering into her tight heat as her expression becomes more and more blissed-out.

The warmth of her pussy surrounds me. Her mouth is slack, choppy breaths slipping out. Her eyes close briefly, then flutter open and lock with mine. The raw pleasure I see steal...

In reality I don’t give a hoot who gets the first drink of the new year. But if I make him think I’m doing him a huge favor, I could remind him of this moment the next time he vetoes all my movie picks on Netflix.

He practically beams at me. It takes very little to make this man happy.

“Sorry, babe, but I’m eating your ass whether you like it or not.” I don’t realize how poorly I worded that until after the words exit my mouth, which earns me howls and howls of laughter from my immature boyfriend.

His features are creased with focus, which brings a smile to my lips. No matter what John Logan does, he gives it 110 percent of his concentration.

Logan’s lips suddenly press against my cheek. “You want me to eat you?” he says silkily. “I’ll fucking eat you, baby.” “John,” I gasp, aghast. I look at the camera. “Pretend you didn’t hear that, Dad!”

I’m curled up in Logan’s strong arms, sleepy and contented, as his long fingers play with my hair. “Missed this,” he mumbles.

I twist my head to look at him. “What?” “Cuddling with you. Being with you.” A lump lodges in my throat. “Me too.”

Grace and I aren’t hungover, but we look it. Spending the night shivering and crammed in the back seat of a car does that to you. Yet despite my bleary eyes and sore body, it was one of the best nights of my life.

The advice Garrett gave me last week was spot-on. Spend as much time together as you can, go on adventures, and make memories. Last night may not have gone as planned, but we still had a blast.

My tone softens. “You and me. The pact is that we spend as much time together as humanly possible. We don’t let our busy schedules control our relationship. If there’s no time, we make time.”

I’m startled to hear my voice crack. “Hockey doesn’t matter. School, work. None of it matters if you and I are struggling. If we aren’t connecting.” I’m equally startled to see tears well up in my girlfriend’s eyes.

I study Pastor Steve’s warm brown eyes, then glance over at Grace. Thoughtful. I mean…didn’t we literally just have a conversation about taking advantage of every opportunity that comes our way?

“What is it?” It’s that same tone she uses when she suspects I’m up to no good.

I flash her a faint smile before turning back to the pastor. “So. Just out of curiosity…” My grin ...

“Allie, where do I even start? Bottom line: you’re incredible. From the day we met, I knew we were meant to be… Okay, well, no, you had a boyfriend when we met and I was a manwhore. But. From the day that we hooked up—shit, no, it was a one-night stand, and you were ashamed and didn’t speak to me for days after…”

“Allie. I don’t even know where to start.” “Clearly,” comes Garrett’s dry voice. “By the way, the answer is no. Go ahead and close that box.”

while our other best friend watches with amusement from the couch. “I didn’t mind it,” Logan says frankly. “It adds sincerity most proposals are lacking.”