Defending Donovan (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 6)

I never talk about women let alone ask about them. Because none of them have been all that memorable. The only girl who ever mattered to me left such a bad impression in my mind that I still can’t escape my past. Every time I try to have sex with a woman, the horrible reminder from high school floods my vision. And then, it’s like I’m seventeen again and can’t get it out of my fucking head.

My friends still don’t know the truth. It’s too embarrassing to share. They wouldn’t believe me even if I told them. I’ve worked too hard to maintain my fake persona.

I shrug. “She’s okay. I’d fuck her.”

Tucker snorts. “I’m sure you would.”

“She’s cute,” Trent says. “A little too tall for me.”

“She’s the same height as Bex,” Preston says, nostrils flared.

For whatever reason, Trent and Tucker always hookup with short chicks. I can’t stand having to bend down and break my neck to kiss a girl. Short girls also remind me of my girlfriend from high school… and I can’t go there. Nope, never again.

“Not for me,” I counter. “Taylor’s just right.”

Preston nods in agreement.

Even at her height, Taylor still fits perfectly in the crook of my arm. Or at least she will once I get her in my bed, and I plan to make that happen. No matter how much of a challenge she gives me.

I need to find a way for Preston to get Bex to the club this weekend, and I’ll handle the rest from there.

Chapter Four

Taylor

“How did I lose to Preston?” Bex growls. “In HORSE, of all things. Basketball is my sport. Not his.” She spins around to face me, cheeks red and teeth gritted. “This is bullshit. Now, we both have to dance on a bar in front of everyone at our school. This is so embarrassing.”

I shrug, unfazed by the fact that Bex lost a bet to Preston and convinced me to embrace the shame with her. We have to shake our asses to one song to win money for charity. It’s for a good cause. And Bex lost to Preston fair and square. She can’t back out of this, so I might as well go and make sure she follows through.

“It will be over before you know it,” I promise her. “Get a move on. We have to leave in a few minutes if we want to get there on time.”

After Bex slips into the tight spandex shorts and pink tank top we have to wear, then she stares in the mirror as if she doesn’t recognize herself.

I come up from behind her and cup her shoulders with both hands. “You look hot, babe. We’re going to own this dance contest.”

She looks at me in the mirror and rolls her eyes. “Remind me never to make deals with hot hockey players. I don’t know shit about dancing at a club. This is going to be so humiliating. Why are you not upset I roped you into this?”

I brush off her concern and continue lining my lips with my signature light pink gloss. It’s not often I wear makeup, but I do like my gloss, and it’s the same shade of pink I’ve worn since high school.

“I like dancing and money,” I joke. “I don’t see the problem. It’s not like we have to take off our clothes.”

Annoyed, Bex blows out a puff of air. “I guess so. But look at what we have to wear. It’s ridiculous.”

I step back from Bex to check myself in the mirror and fix the short, tight tank top riding up my stomach. Neither of us ever wears clothes this tight or skimpy, but it’s not like we have a choice. Bex owes a debt, one we both now have to pay.

“It’s not that bad,” I tell her. “The whole thing will be over before you know it.”

The more I try to wave off Bex’s concern, the more irritated she looks.

She frowns, unable to hide her disappointment. “Whoever ordered our outfits must have sized them for children. Black spandex shorts that barely cover my underwear are not okay around Preston. Neither is this top that scoops so low my nipples are practically hanging out. This shirt was not designed for D-cups.”

We’re both popping out of these shirts. Clearly, whoever was supposed to wear our clothes was much smaller than us in every way. Nothing fits us properly. I’m pretty sure this top would have fit me in middle school.

I laugh, focused on Bex’s transformation. “But you look smoking. Preston is going to pop wood so fast you won’t be able to keep him away from you.”

“Ugh. That’s the problem. I can’t have Preston see me like this.” She wraps her arms around her stomach. “He’s so touchy-feely. Being around him makes me want to break all of my dad’s rules. I’d do it, too. If he wanted to.”