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

Without wasting another second, I remove a condom from my pocket, because I’m always ready to rock, and then I’m pushing my way through her tight inner walls, breaking down the barriers of her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuckkk…” I suck in a deep breath, my eyes closing for a second from the intense sensation that shoots through my body. “Damn, girl, you feel so fucking good.”

“So do you.” Her words are a whisper on her lips. Jemma hooks her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass. One falls to the floor, and I strip the other away when I lift her leg over my shoulder.

My fingers dig into her soft skin, holding her in place. “That’s it, baby. Scream for me.”

“Tucker,” she moans, and I still can’t believe this is happening right now, in the library, of all places. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

More than happy to oblige, I follow her order, my pace quickening. I pull out and slam back into her, and her insides tighten their hold on me with each thrust. It’s not long before she’s yelling my name, her orgasm rocking through me, her pussy milking my cock.

I flick her clit hard with my finger, and she comes undone for me. It’s perfection. Lost inside her, I’m not far behind. My entire body tenses and then jerks. I come so hard, and when I do, I pull her lips to mine and kiss her.

“So…” she hisses, “… where are we going?”

I narrow my eyes, unsure of what she means. “I have to get to class soon.”

Her face sinks, as if she’s upset I have to leave. But I’m not sure what she expected. We talked only a handful of times. It’s not like this was a date.

“Oh.” She frowns. “I thought we were… never mind. It’s okay.” Jemma lifts her panties from the counter and hops down, sliding into them, before pushing her skirt back over her thighs.

I feel like I’m missing something here, but I don’t bother to prod for an answer to her strange behavior. Everything was fine before we had sex, and now she’s acting weird. Jemma came on to me, coaxed me into this classroom, and yet she’s disappointed.

After I tuck myself into my pants and dispose of the condom, I follow Jemma outside of the room. I’m not even sure what to say when she stops in front of me, her eyes searching mine for something, though I’m not sure what. So, I do what I assume she wants.

“Can I get your number?”

That seems to turn her frown upside down for a second. “You lost it. Already?”

Okay, what the fuck is going on here?

Am I being Punked?

Is Ashton Kutcher going to hop out from behind one of the bookshelves and tell me this was all a game?

And then, it hits me.

She thought I was Trent. But that’s not possible. She moaned my name as she came for me.

Plus, Trent doesn’t date girls. Something doesn’t add up here. I add her number to my cell phone, and then tap a quick text to Trent, telling him we need to talk. I hope I didn’t just fuck his girl. Not like we haven’t done this before. But that would be kind of fucked-up if I did.

Seventeen

Trent

I’m walking up the stairs to the library when my cell phone dings with a message from my brother. Tucker says he needs to talk to me. Must be serious. He never writes shit like that. Now, I see why…

Fucking hell, what is going on?

Jemma bursts through the front doors of the library with Tucker trailing behind, scratching the corner of his jaw. She looks pissed off, and he seems confused. And now I am, too.

What are they doing together?

Tucker raises his hand to grab my attention, even though he already has it. And I have Jemma’s. She comes to a halt on the top landing, her mouth opens wide in shock. Angling her body, she glances over at Tucker, and then at me again, as if she can’t believe we’re twins.

How does she not know? Her sister is the Queen Bee of Kappa. We’ve known her for years. She hates my fucking guts. I would have assumed after Shannon’s cockblocking in the cafeteria that she would have told Jemma about Tucker and me. But I guess I shouldn’t assume.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Jemma says, balling her hands into fists at her sides. She stares at me in disbelief. “Was this some kind of initiation prank? Did my sisters put you up to this?”

I move forward to meet her, and when I attempt to reach out, she steps to the side. “Put us up to what?”

“Were you with her?” Tucker shoots me a sideways look. “Because we just…”

She didn’t.

He didn’t.

In the fucking library?

I’m angry, but what can I do? Jemma had no clue Tucker wasn’t me.