Keeping Kane (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 2)

He pushes his hands to his hips, staring off into the expanse of the courtyard. “Who do we know at Kappa Delta?”

“Isn’t Jamie’s girl, Shannon, in Kappa? I think that’s what she said.”

“Oh, right.” He nods. “She wears shirts with their letters on it all the time.”

I snort. “Like I know how to read Greek letters.”

“Maybe if you listened more in classes we wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with,” he retorts.

I lean in to punch him on the arm, but he moves to the side before my fist can make contact. “Don’t be a dick, Trent. I wasn’t going to pass that test without your help.”

“Well, now you get an incomplete instead and have to take this punishment up the ass. We both do. If you spent more time studying, you could pass this class on your own. No way am I swapping places with you again. Don’t even think about asking me.”

“It’s worked dozens of times. We never had a problem until now. How was I supposed to know that girl would tell on us? I didn’t even know her name until Professor Cox called us into his office.” I chuckle. “I can’t believe we got cockblocked by Cox.”

He shakes his head, laughing. “Dude looks like a giant cock.”

“His beard hair looks like taint hair,” I joke.

Trent settles down, his facial expression more serious. “For real, what are we gonna tell Dad? Uncle Donovan will most likely be at the games.”

“Oh… I forgot about that.” I run my fingers through my short, blond hair and frown. “Shit. We better tell him.”

Our friend and teammate, Drake Donovan, is the son of our father’s former teammate on the Flyers and best friend. They’re like brothers, so close there’s no way Uncle Donovan won’t snitch on us.

“Fuck, this blows,” Trent mutters. “But we can figure it out later. I have to get to class.”

I nod. “Yeah. I’m meeting the guys in the Quad. I think we’re grabbing a pizza from Gio’s.”

“Save me a slice,” he says, walking away from me.

“That’s if Drake doesn’t eat it all.”

He laughs, his back turned to me, and then he moves through the crowded courtyard, in the opposite direction I’m headed.

Once I reach the Quad, I spot Preston, Jamie, and Drake standing in the middle of the lawn, to the left of the water fountain. A local artist had designed the stone fountain, shaped in the likeness of the Liberty Bell, with the crack and all. Most days, you can find girls tanning themselves or people taking naps by the bell. The best is watching someone pass out drunk, only to be woken up by the water hitting them in the face.

Hundreds of students rush past me, hurrying to class, where others are sitting on the grass, taking up space. A group of girls in red-white-and-blue bikinis are lined up in front of the fountain, the water splashing their sweet bodies. I glance over at my friends, who are watching every move they make. It’s hard not to stare at these girls.

By the looks of their matching suits, they must be in a sorority or pledging one. Greek life is almost as important at this school as athletics. Two entire city blocks are devoted to Greek Row, with two more dedicated to housing for the sports teams on campus. I live one block over from the Greeks, where I share a bedroom with Trent, and a house with a dozen of my teammates.

Distracted by the girls running from the fountain toward me, I stop to take in their delicious bodies. Which one do I want? Hmm… Trent will be pissed that he missed this show.

The girls bolt across the lawn, laughing and shouting to each other, while I stand there in awe of what’s happening. A girl with long auburn hair and huge tits is about to pass me. She’s sexy-as-fuck, dressed like an American flag, and my dick salutes her.

So, I make my move and hook my arm through hers. But my plan doesn’t go accordingly and we end up spinning around a few times, right as I catch her in my arms and fall to the ground. She smells like summer and sunshine, her sweet scent filling my nostrils. I don’t even notice, at least not at first, but she’s cupping my cock and balls in her hand.

Through the mesh shorts I’m wearing, she has a good hold on me, her fingers massaging my balls. I was already getting hard watching her tits bounce as she ran across the Quad. But now… holy shit, I’m fucking hard and growing with each second she touches me.

It’s finally dawned on her that she’s grabbing my cock. She stares down at her hand and then looks up at me. Bright green eyes stare back as wide as her mouth in shock. She’s gorgeous, a perfect fucking ten with curves that fill out every inch of her bathing suit. Her top slid down from our fall, and now the thin fabric is barely covering her nipples, which are just as hard as my cock.