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

“She was a virgin and so tiny she barely reached my chest. I thought I was going to break her she was so small. I didn’t get more than a few inches inside her before she started crying and flipping the fuck out. It was the worst experience of my life. I felt horrible like I did something wrong. She acted like I raped her or something the way she screamed.” He covers his face with his hand and sighs, distraught by the memory. “We’d talked about having sex for a long time, so I thought she knew it was going to hurt. And then when it came time to do it, she couldn’t handle my size. I don’t think anyone can. Not long after that night we broke up.”

I tap my fingers on the top of his hand, tracing a circle on his smooth skin. “I still don’t get why you send girls those pics.”

He shrugs, his big body moving me in the process. “Because I figure if they know ahead of time, then it gives them the chance to walk away. That maybe if I’m lucky, the same thing won’t happen the next time. But anytime I’ve tried to do it since then, it’s like that bad memory comes back to me, making it impossible to, you know… I just can’t do it. I don’t know why.”

“You must go home with blue balls a lot, huh?”

He bobs his head. “You have no idea. It fucking sucks.”

I squeeze his hand. “I won’t say anything to anyone, not even Bex.”

“Thanks.” He forces a smile, his eyes pointed to the floor.

“Drake Donovan, the virgin,” I say, still in disbelief. “I honestly don’t believe it. So, why tell me, of all people? You don’t know me well enough to trust that I won’t open my mouth.”

“I meant what I said earlier, Taylor.” When his eyes meet mine, I can’t breathe. “I really like you. I want to see you again.”

“I have a rule,” I tell him.

“What kind of rule? Please don’t tell me it’s like the ones Bex has?”

“I’m saving my virginity for someone I love. So, you either have to make me fall in love with you or be content with just messing around.”

“My friends don’t even know,” he confesses. “You’re the only person I’ve ever told. I don’t know why I did. But there must be a reason.”

“You should probably maintain your dirtball image with your friends, or they’ll think something’s up. And since we can’t be together, I think that’s for the best, don’t you?” He doesn’t react, so I keep going. “We can be friends with partial benefits, but definitely no sex.”

“So, we can’t be seen together in public,” he growls. “Got it.”

“Hey,” I say, rubbing his thick bicep. His skin is so smooth I could massage him all day. “I didn’t mean it like that. I want to see you again, too. Knowing the truth only makes me feel more comfortable around you. Honestly, I was terrified when I thought you had sex with every girl on campus. I was afraid to let you in because of it.”

“And now that you know?”

“It changes everything.”

At that, he smiles, a real one this time. “I want to kiss you again.”

I climb onto his lap, straddling him with my thighs. He’s so big, his body long and toned. I’ve never met anyone built like Drake before. Mounting him is a real challenge, my legs trembling as I hook them around his back.

“Kiss me,” I whisper against his lips. “As long as you keep it in your pants.”

Laughing, he brushes a strand of hair from my forehead and pushes it behind my ear. “You sure you don’t want to see it?” His tone sounds like he’s joking, but who knows with Drake.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I drag my tongue along his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth for me with a deep groan rising from the back of his throat. “At least until I’m ready. Now, shut up and kiss me.”

And Drake does just that… until I fall asleep in his arms.

Chapter Seven

Drake

When I open my eyes, Taylor’s head is on my chest, a soft purr escaping from her lips. She looks so fucking beautiful when she sleeps. Last night was one of the best I’ve had in a long time. I never intended to tell her my secret, but I knew there was no way she would let me in if I didn’t give her something.

My walls come crashing down when I’m with Taylor. She has this way of being so blunt and crass that somehow I become more at ease with her. A weight feels as though it’s been lifted off my chest. She’s the only person on the planet who knows I’m still a virgin.

My God, it was so embarrassing telling her the truth. But the sense of relief I now feel makes it all worth it. At least with one person, I can be myself. I doubt my friends and teammates will actually care, but still, they look at me like I’m a fucking sex god. Like I can have any girl on campus because of my cock. And I probably can. Which is what makes the entire situation so bizarre.