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

“You won’t have one with that attitude,” he counters, his voice stern. “It will happen. I know it will. You’re better than me, and I went pro right out of college.”

“I’m not better than you.”

“You are,” he challenges. “What’s it going to take for me to make you see that? Don’t throw away everything we’ve worked for over a girl. Got it?”

“Yeah, Dad, I got it.”

“If you need me to come down there and work with you, say the word, and I’ll be there. We can go over to Skate Zone if you want. Get in a little quality time. I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Our schedules never line up.”

“I’m home now, but only until tomorrow morning, and then I have to fly to Vegas.” A beat passes between us before he adds, “I’ll be home for Thanksgiving. No matter what. You should bring Bex with you. Your mom really likes her. She said she reminds her of herself.”

I gag. “Oh, God. Please don’t say that.”

He laughs. “You can’t ignore the similarities.”

“I’m not dating Mom,” I yell into the phone. “Stop it. That’s gross.”

Dad chuckles. “I’m just giving you a hard time. Any woman who’s like your mom is a keeper. Trust me. And this Bex sounds like she is, too. Just promise me that nothing will get in the way of your career.”

“I promise. I need to get to bed. We have practice at six o’clock.”

“All right, you better get some sleep.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Night, buddy.”

The line goes dead, leaving me with the realization that I am falling in love with Bex.

How did this happen?

Chapter Sixteen

Bex

Laying in Preston’s bed, naked and glistening with sweat, I curl up next to him, trying to catch my breath.

He kisses my forehead, and my skin burns from his lips. “Come home with me for Thanksgiving.”

His words take me by surprise. I roll onto my back to look at him. “I think that counts as dating.”

“I don’t care,” he huffs. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since we met. Most people would consider that dating. Unless you’ve been hooking up with other guys behind my back.” He says the last part with a cocky smirk.

He damn well knows I haven’t been with anyone but him.

“How am I supposed to explain to my dad that I want to ditch him on Thanksgiving to eat with you?”

“Because you’re going to bring him.”

My eyes widen. “Oh. He would… love that.”

“I thought so. I know he’s a big fan of my dad and my uncles. Everyone is coming to my house.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but your mom doesn’t seem like the Suzie Homemaker type.”

He laughs. “She’s not. My dad is cooking.”

“Should I be scared?”

“Nah, he’s the best cook I know. He makes this pineapple stuffing that’s so good you have to come just to try it. He only makes it on Thanksgiving.”

“My dad might stroke out if I tell him Alex Parker is cooking turkey dinner for him.”

“So, you’ll come?”

I bite my lip, considering his offer. “I would love to, but I have to ask my dad.”

“All this talk of food is making me hungry.”

I sit up, balancing my weight on my elbow, as I look over at Preston. “What do you want to eat? We can go to the cafeteria. Or order a pizza.”

He pinches my nipple between his fingers and smirks. “I want you.”

“You already had me.”

“Not all of you.” He beckons me with his finger. “Get over here. Ride my face. I haven’t tasted your pussy yet today.”

“You’re so romantic.” I get on my knees, about to comply with his order, when he grips my hips and pulls me on top of him. He slides down the mattress, far enough that I’m now straddling his face.

“Mmm…” I whisper, using his headboard to steady myself.

He’s going to town on my pussy, licking and sucking until I practically black out from the pleasure. I fist his hair in one hand, weaving my fingers through it. He peeks up at me, his eyes wide as he takes me to the point of ecstasy.

Preston rolls his tongue over my clit and pushes three fingers inside my wetness, spreading me open. The tiny bit of stubble on his chin scratches me, making it even more intense. He laps up my juices, his tongue moving at a rapid pace, tearing a scream from my lips. I come so hard my entire body shakes, and I rock forward.

Preston lifts me up, kissing my clit before he lowers me down his body. He’s hard again, his cock lengthening against my stomach.

“I’m still hungry,” he says. “I can never get enough of you.”

“I hope you never do,” I confess, terrified I’ve said too much.

“Me, too.” He rubs his cock along my slick folds. “Did you start taking your pills yet?”

“Yeah. We should be good.”