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

Shit, I think when I see Bex in front of him.

She just cost us the prize, and for that, Abby will have my head. I glance down the bar at Abby, who has an angry scowl plastered on her face. She orders the rest of us to finish the song pretending as if Bex didn’t kill our shot at winning. My sisters and Taylor do as she says even though we know it’s over.

Once the song ends, another group of girls exit the dressing room to take our places. We’re expected to hop down from the bar, thrown into the mass of people who are now reaching for us. Strange fingers slide down my arms, and I cringe from the feeling of their skin against mine.

Eventually, I hit a wall, my hands landing on a man’s chiseled chest, rock hard from his bulging muscles. Staring up at him, I smile when I look into his eyes.

Jamie’s expression mirrors mine. “You were awesome,” he says. “And you looked fucking hot.” He takes my hand and rubs it over the front of his jeans to feel his bulge. “This is what you do to me, Shan.”

“Still thinking with the wrong head,” I quip.

“When you’re wearing this,” he says, fingering the thin strap of my skimpy tank top that rides up my stomach. “How can I think with any other head?” His eyes fall over my body to my bare thighs and the tiny spandex shorts which are barely covering my ass.

Taylor taps me on the shoulder. “Hey, where did Bex go? Have you seen her?”

I scan the crowded club searching the space where Bex and Preston were a minute ago. Turning to face her, I shake my head. “They were just here.”

“Probably went back to the house,” Jamie says.

Taylor looks annoyed. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he says without hesitation.

“Did Bex say something to you?”

Jamie shakes his head. “No, I know Preston. We have a signal.”

Taylor’s face scrunches in anger. “But we came here together… I can’t believe Bex didn’t say anything to me.”

Drake appears at her side and clamps his big hand on her shoulder, his large frame invading the space around us. “I can take you home.”

Taylor shakes him off, staring up at Drake as if he has a disease. Do they have a history together? She seems awfully annoyed with him. Or maybe it’s the fact her friend bailed on her without another thought. I would be mad too.

“I can Uber it back to campus,” Taylor says to Drake.

“Don’t be stupid,” he says. “I can drive you.”

“Don’t call me stupid.” She snarls at him and then slips through the crowd with Drake chasing behind her.

“What’s up with them?” I ask Jamie.

He shrugs. “Beats me. I don’t think they ever hooked up.”

“Taylor doesn’t seem to like Drake all that much.”

“She’s probably heard all the rumors about him and has enough sense to stay away.”

“What rumors?”

“I’m surprised none of your sorority sisters have told you… or shown you.” I stare at him confused, and he continues, “Drake sends dick pics to just about every girl on campus. I’m surprised there’s not a SnapChat account dedicated solely to his dick.”

I shake my head, laughing. “That’s gross. What kind of girl would go for that?”

“You’d be surprised.” Jamie extends his hand to me, and I weave my fingers between his. “I know you would never go for that.”

“True, but I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing your dick pop up on my phone.”

Jamie winks. “I’d rather show it to you in person.” He wraps his arms around me, his muscles squeezing me tight against his chest.

Dipping his head, he brushes his lips against my earlobe. He must know I love it when he does this because he does it often. His erection digs into my back as we dance, his hands falling to my hips. We rock to the music allowing the beat to take over.

I still have no idea where this is going between us, and I don’t want to act like a girl and ask. The more time I spend with Jamie, I want to be his. I want to be his girlfriend. He makes me feel special and wanted as if I’m the only girl in the world. No one has ever made me feel this way, and I want it to last.

Chapter Ten

Jamie

Shannon is sound asleep, a soft purr escaping from her lips. She looks peaceful curled up with two pillows. Her dark hair fans out around her head. Delicate curves peek out from beneath the covers.

I’m getting used to having her in my bed. I like having Shannon around more than I would’ve thought. Over the past few weeks, we’ve become so much more than friends. She spends a lot of nights with me. I never even saw it coming, not after everything I went through over the summer.