The Legacy (Off-Campus, #5)

by Elle Kennedy

It’s almost pathetic how much I love this girl. How much I crave her.

After we hooked up for the first time in college, the craziest thing happened—my dick stopped responding to anyone but Allie. And that’s...

Fondle some packages in sweaty Speedos.” Allie makes a gagging noise. “That is honestly the most unappealing thing I’ve ever heard. Hard pass.”

For the past ten minutes he’s been complaining that we “wasted money” getting a limousine, which he views as an “extravagance” for four people.

Eventually Garrett has to shove a glass of champagne in his hand and say, “Oh my God, chill, we didn’t even pay for it. I asked the franchise and they arranged it.”

Tucker stares at him. “You just asked for a limo and they gave you one?” Logan snorts. “Do you know who this guy is?” He jerks a thumb at ...

I’m also fighting my excitement. This surprise is next-level awesome. It took a lot of coordination and string-pulling, but miraculously we were able to make it happen.

Logan shakes his head in utter astonishment. “Holy shit. Tuck is a sociopath. Didn’t I always tell you that gingers are crazy?” Garrett breaks into hysterics. “All right, I get it,” I mutter.

Tucker’s smile is downright lethal. “Do you, Di Laurentis? Because if you upset Sabrina tomorrow by asking Allie to marry you, I will be there. I will always be there. At every corner, ruining every important moment of your life until the day you die.

I reach into my shirt pocket for the bandanna I shoved in there earlier. “All right, blindfold on.” His eyebrows shoot up. “No fucking way.” “So distrustful,” Logan tsks.

As we walk toward the team entrance of TD Garden, I’m bouncing up and down like a kid on a sugar high. Tonight isn’t only for Tuck. It’s for all of us.

I almost squeal like a teenage girl at the sea of familiar faces that greet me. It takes all my willpower to stay quiet, and I see my excitement reflected in everyone’s eyes. I hold my finger to my lips, indicating to the group to keep their mouths shut.

“You ready?” Garrett asks Tuck. “Born ready,” he drawls. Someone chuckles. The moment Tucker pushes the bandanna down, leaving it wrapped around his neck, his breath hitches sharply.

Gaping like a koi fish, he stares at the thirty-odd guys filling the locker room. Then he breaks out in the bigges...

“Are you kidding me!” He slaps his knee and holds his hip like an old lady trying to hold herself upright, happiness rolling off him in waves. “How did you do this?” he demands as his amaze...

Considering we played with dozens of guys over the years, it’s astounding we managed to get thirt...

“I can’t believe you’re all here.” A dazed Tucker begins to greet our old friends, some of whom we haven’t seen in years.

Like Mike Hollis, who’s back from India where he lived for a year with his wife, Rupi. They moved back to the States recently and live in New Hampshire now, so Boston wasn’t a far trek for him.

Tucker hugs every single guy. It’s time-consuming and probably unnecessary, but that’s just who John Tucker is. He can’t simply throw out a “hey” to everybody in a blank...

He ends with Fitzy, who helped Tuck renovate his bar here. I know the two of them are pretty close. “So good to see you, ...

“Work’s crazy,” Fitzy says ruefully. “And Summer monopolizes...

I glance over with a chuckle. “Hey, I warned you she was high maintenance.” “Worth it,” is his easygoing response...

My sister might be a crazy person, but I’d still die to protect her honor and beat up anyone wh...

Beside me, Tucker is now looking around the cavernous room, as finally it dawns on him where we are. “...

“Yup.” Garrett’s answering grin is smug, and not entirely unwarranted. This...

“Look at the lockers,” I urge Tuck. He follows my gaze, eyes widening when he notices the locker...

Most guys are sharing a locker, but Tucker has his own, and every single one has a custom jersey hanging inside, with our names on the back. That was Summer’s doing. ...

“This is…” I swear his eyes appear a bit watery now. “This is the greatest gift, you guys. I didn’t expect to see y’all here and—” He sud...

“Aw, shit. Are y’all staying for the reception tomorrow? You were all invited, but not everyone RSVP’d. Gonna have to call the caterer, and Sabrina, and…” He trails off, his mind clearly working a million ...

“It’s all taken care of,” I assure him. “We didn’t want you to know who was surprising you for the bachelor party, but don’t worry, Sabrina has all the RSVPs.”

“She knew all about it,” Garrett adds, so Tuck knows we didn’t just dump thirty extra guests on their wedding. Relief loosens his broad shoulders.

“And now, no more wedding talk,” I say firmly. “Tonight is about the boys hitting the ice again.” “Seriously? We’re going to play?” T...

I know exactly how he feels. The thought of skating on the same surface where the Bruins play gets my dick semi-hard. Thi...

“We only have two hours,” Garrett tells the group. “So let’s gear up already and take advantage of every second before the overni...

Without delay, everyone marches to their lockers and clothes start hitting the floor. It’s chaotic and awesome, and I’m proud of myself for coming up with such a brillia...

Garrett and Logan got us the rink, but I personally flew two-thirds of these guys out to Boston and put them up at a hotel. Not everybody could afford the weekend away, and although some guys protested about letting me pay their way,...

Sabrina James, soon to be Sabrina Tucker, is one of those obnoxiously beautiful women who turns every head when she walks into a room. I’m talking glossy dark hair, bottomless brown eyes, and a perfect body that shows zero signs of having ever carried a child. If I didn’t know her, I’d probably hate her.

Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only is this girl stunning, but she’s about to graduate from law school. Ergo, beauty and brains. Some people are just born lucky.

Still, it’s very hard to dislike Sabrina once you get to know her. She’s a ride-or-die type of friend, loyal to the core, and funn...

But it’s Jamie who captures everyone’s attention. The toddler has Tucker’s dark red hair and Sabrina’s big chocolate-brown eyes. She’s the perfect combination of the two of them, and I have no doubt she’ll be just as gorgeous.

“Auntie Allie!” she shrieks before flinging a pair of chubby arms around my knees. I bend down so I can hug her proper. “Hey, princess,” I say, using Dean’s nickname for her.

Everyone seems to have their own pet name for Jamie. Garrett calls her gumdrop. Logan calls her squirt. Hope’s husband D’Andre calls her snickerdoodle, which I think might be my favorite one.

“There’s decaf,” Carin points out. “I’m not taking the chance she accidentally ingests something else. Not after last year’s coffee debacle. She was so wired, Tuck almost took her to the ER.”

A fact that Carin is pouting over. “I can’t believe we won’t get to see you recite your vows.” Hope snorts. “I can. No way was this bit—B-I-T-C-H going to pour her heart out in front of two hundred people.”

Sabrina grins at that. “You know me well, Hopeless.” She shrugs. “It was our compromise. Tuck gets a huge reception, and I get to tell him how much I love him without four hundred pairs of eyes staring at me.”

“I don’t know, I just always imagined myself getting married young. And being a young mom,” she admits. “I want to have at least four kids.” “Four?” I sputter.

She beams. “Four big strapping boys like their dad.” Sabrina snickers. “Talk to me after the first one. Let’s see if you still want the other three.”

I just nod along. I learned a long time ago that Summer Heyward-Di Laurentis is capable of having entire conversations all by herself.

Suddenly, she turns it on me. “Wait. Are you actually telling me you wouldn’t marry Dicky if he asked you right now?” she challenges.

Dean’s childhood nickname makes me grin. “Well, he’s not asking, so that question is also moot.” “But if he was?” sh...