Jocking Jameson (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 4)

A series of moans pierces my eardrum forcing me to work harder. She lets out one last sigh as her body settles, and it’s not much longer before I lose control. After I collapse on top of her, completely spent, I kiss her one more time before rolling onto the mattress next to her.

“Damn, Shan… that was…” I can’t even get the words out. Both of us are out of breath, still coming down from our high.

She curls up next to me and rests her head on my chest. “That was…” she whispers.

“Yeah,” I say, unable to finish the thought.

That was exactly what I needed.

Chapter Eight

Shannon

When I open my eyes, the left side of Jamie’s naked, muscular body is covering mine. He smells like sex and his spicy aftershave I love so much. Last night was incredible, possibly the best night of my life. Jamie has a way with his hands, mouth and…

Head out of the gutter, Shannon.

Just thinking about Jamie inside me is doing too many things to my body, and I need to focus. Like right now.

I peel Jamie’s arm from my chest and sneak out from under him until I’m able to slide off the mattress. He rolls over, his eyes still closed, a soft sound creeping from his lips. He’s even more attractive when he’s sleeping as if that were even possible.

A hint of light creeps through the slit in the curtains. It’s only six o’clock, and I don’t have a class for another two hours. Living off-campus has its disadvantages, the ability to roll out of bed late being one of them. I have to take two buses to get to campus every day. Now, I only have a five-minute walk to Penn Hall. I could get used to this, though I don’t want to get too comfortable.

For the first time, I get a good look at Jamie’s bedroom. Last night I was too focused on him to notice more than a few laminated pictures. The walls of his bedroom are covered in movie and television posters. Characters from Star Trek, Marvel Comics, and Mage Wars are the most prominent.

I still can’t believe his dad is the creator of one of the most popular video game universes in the world. The Fallen Universe is Marvel big, and from what I’ve read, a major movie deal is in the works. I knew Jamie was rich, but he’s like the young Tony Stark of Strickland University, and it’s such a turn-on.

A large, mesh spider web covers half of one wall. Nestled inside it are figurines of characters from Spider-Man. Below the web is a long wooden desk where four computer monitors are flashing different screensavers. Boxes of what appear to be computer equipment are stacked neatly against the wall on the floor next to an executive rolling chair.

Stepping into Jamie’s bedroom is almost like getting a personal tour through his mind. He has handwritten notes on tablets covering his desk, scattered all over the place. The Queen is written on one of them, the words circled several times in red marker. As I glance at the notes, I spot The Queen several more times. IPs is scrawled at the top of another page and beneath a series of numbers that look like an IP address.

Is he tracking The Queen, the new gossip blogger who’s haunting the guys on his team? My sorority sisters are obsessed with her app. They devour every single picture and post. Almost everyone on campus has downloaded the Dethroned app, hanging on every word this girl writes.

By the looks of it, Jamie’s a little obsessed with this girl. She’s probably someone on campus with an ax to grind against the Kane twins. Though, he’s never been mean to me, Tucker’s an asshole. He goes through women faster than he changes socks. So, I wasn’t surprised to see The Queen had ousted him.

The more I peek at Jamie’s things, I feel like I’m violating his privacy. Realizing my mistake, I step away from his desk and get dressed. Jamie removed my clothes so fast last night, distracting me with all the orgasms he gave me, that I missed tucking Cameron into bed. I’ve missed calls from my parents along with a few texts.

Shit, I never forget to call home.

Quickly, I type out a message to my mom that I stayed at the Kappa Delta chapter house. I don’t do it often, though I have spent the night in the past. Not like I can afford to pay the hefty fee to live there.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m missing out on forming stronger connections with my sisters because of my financial situation. But the reality is, I’m not like them. Money isn’t an issue for most of them. So, I use my brother as an excuse for why I can’t move into the house.