Pucking Parker (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 1)

My fingernails dig into his back as he fucks me, hard and fast on a desk in the reference section of the library. This is so dirty. So damn hot. And so unlike me. I am way out of my comfort zone, but I don’t care. For once, it feels good to live in the moment.

When I moan again, he covers my mouth with his, smothering the sounds escaping my lips. He’s not going for distance this time—not when we’re in public. Preston reaches between us, his thumb rolling over my clit, as he rocks into me. My muscles tighten around him, the sensation so intense waves of pleasure penetrate my entire body.

Preston finishes right after me, his performance record timing for us. Still inside me, his mouth separates from mine. He slides his hand to the back of my head, a smirk turning up the one side of his mouth.

“You’re it for me, Bex. No matter what happens, it’s you and me against the world.”

I believe him. The anger I had earlier is no longer there, replaced by nothing but love for Preston.

I smile, my heart swelling with joy. “You and me,” I whisper, and then he kisses me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Preston

Bex curls up on the couch next to me, sipping hot chocolate from her mug. We spend most nights this way, now that my schedule has freed up. I flick through the movies on Netflix, unable to make a decision. It’s been so long since I didn’t have a schedule to follow.

“Would you pick a movie already?” Bex nudges me in the side. “You’re so indecisive.”

I smirk. “Not when it comes to you.”

She sets her mug on the table, and then climbs into my lap, with a sexy look on her beautiful face. “Pretty soon you’ll have to make another decision.”

Bex straddles my legs and throws her arms around my neck. I live for these moments. And not because I’m hard and can’t stop thinking about sex.

“Oh, yeah?” I cup her ass in my hands and squeeze, causing her to squeal. Her reaction makes me laugh. “What decision?”

“Which team you want to play for next year.”

I stare at her, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“My dad got a phone call earlier. I begged him to let me tell you.”

“Who did he talk to?”

She smiles so much her gums are showing. “An NHL scout.” She jumps, clapping her hands. “Can you believe it? They talked about the fight with Kellan. He was a little concerned about your anger issues.”

My dad assured me I still had a shot, but after getting suspended, I wasn’t so sure I would ever have another chance to play professional hockey. I’d assumed he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear.

I’m still in shock.

“Pinch me,” I tell Bex.

She giggles and grips the skin on my forearm between her fingers. “This is real, Preston. The Penguins want you.”

My mouth drops. “Are you serious?”

“Why don’t you look excited anymore?”

“Because my dad is the head coach of the Flyers, and the Penguins are our rivals.”

She shrugs. “It will make for interesting dinner conversation.”

“Uncle Tyler won’t be happy either. He’s the Flyers’ GM.”

“Who cares? They’ll get over it.” She hugs me so hard I can’t breathe. “You earned this, Preston.”

Stroking the side of her face, I lean in to kiss her, our lips almost touching, when my teammates barrel through the front door interrupting us.

“She’s full of shit,” Tucker shouts. “I didn’t get her pregnant.”

“Me either,” Trent says.

Bex’s curious look mirrors mine. I set Bex on the cushion next to me and look over my shoulder at Tucker, Trent, Drake, and Jamie. They drop their hockey bags on the floor by the door and stroll into the living room.

“You both fucked her.” Drake laughs. “How stupid can you two be?”

Jamie plops down on the couch across from Bex and me. “Get a paternity test.”

“But they’re identical twins,” Bex says. “They have the same DNA.”

I can’t stop laughing. “This is awesome. Best. Day. Ever.”

The rest of the guys fill up the couches in the living room.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Some girl is claiming one of the twins got her pregnant,” Jamie says.

I shake my head. “Is this the one who found out you two were tag-teaming her?”

“We weren’t tag-teaming her,” Tucker shoots back.

“She had sex with both of you, right?”

They both say yes.

Jamie shoves a hand through his messy hair and sighs. “Which of you assholes are telling your dad?”

“Fuck that,” Trent says. “I didn’t knock her up. I used a condom.”

“Me, too,” says Tucker.

Bex leans forward, with elbows on her knees, staring across the coffee table at the twins. “Okay, so why did both of you have sex with the same girl?”

“It was an accident,” Tucker explains. “Sort of. I didn’t know Trent was already hooking up with Jemma. She pulled me into a classroom a few months ago, and I just went with it. People mix up our names all the time, so I didn’t think anything of it.”