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

I’ve had my share of women throw themselves at me over the years. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to lose my virginity, and yet here I am going into the last stretch of college and still can’t get out of my head long enough to pull the trigger.

My dad had issues with overcoming stress from his past. It even affected his hockey career in his earlier years. Not until he met my mom did he finally tell anyone other than my Uncle Tyler. She has a way of pulling information out of people. So does Taylor. In a weird way, she reminds me of my mom. I know that’s strange, but I also think it’s why I can be myself around her.

In high school, when I was having trouble with my game, my dad told me all about my abusive asshole of a grandfather. To this day, I’ve never met him because of how he treated my dad and aunt. I could talk to my dad. He would know how to snap me out of this mental prison I’ve trapped myself inside. But I’ve never wanted to talk to anyone about my issues—that is until I met Taylor.

She stirs in my arms, her lips slightly parted as she backs her ass into my morning wood. I’m rock hard, and with this position, it’s painful to be this close to her. I stare at her, swiping a strand of dark brown hair from her forehead. Her cheeks have a touch of pink to them, her skin a little warm as I brush the back of my hand against her cheek.

I really fucking like her, and that scares the shit out of me. She has balls on her, never backs down from a challenge, or even puts up with my shit. I love the fight in her. Every snarky comment from her mouth makes my cock so damn hard. But it’s not even our sexual attraction that has me so interested.

“Hey,” she whispers, peeking at me with one eye open.

I touch her cheek again, this time with the pad of my thumb. “Morning, beautiful.”

“Morning.” She smiles. “Are you not wearing any pants?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “No, just my boxers. I hate sleeping in jeans. Why?”

“Because your dick is digging into my ass,” she says with laughter in her voice. “Jeez, Drake. That thing needs its own zip code.”

I can’t help but laugh. “And here I always thought girls like big dicks.”

“They do. Well, I can’t say from personal experience, but yours is more than big. I think they need to come up with a new name for yours.”

I have to move around to adjust myself and give Taylor some space in the process. Keeping my dick in my boxers isn’t that easy. It really does have a mind of its own. Also, I don’t want to freak Taylor out by showing it to her by accident. Not like she hasn’t seen it before, thanks to Becky Big Tits.

I reach for my pants on the floor and fish out my cell phone, sighing at the dozen text messages from Trent.

“What’s wrong?” Taylor asks, sitting up with her legs crossed on the bed next to me.

“Trent. He sent me a bunch of texts asking where I am. I don’t usually stay out all night.”

“Don’t tell him you stayed here.”

“Why? Are you that afraid to have anyone know you were with me?”

She grips her knees, rocking herself back and forth on the bed as she bites her lip. “No, it’s not that. I’m not embarrassed by you. I just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about us. Your situation is complicated. People think you have sex with every girl on campus, and I don’t want them to add me to that list.”

“What if I could change that?”

I have no idea how I could erase all of the dumb shit I’ve done over the years. No one will ever believe I didn’t fuck Taylor if I tell them we were together. Then, she’ll be labeled a puck bunny or another one of Drake’s whores.

“How would you do that? It’s hard to change someone’s opinion once it’s formed.”

“You sound like a therapist,” I point out.

She lifts her hands and shrugs. “Probably because I’m going to be one someday.”

“That must be why it’s so easy for me to talk to you,” I confess. “Even though you’re mean to me when we’re in public.”

She snorts at my comment. “I’m not mean to you, Drake. I just didn’t like you at first. Do you blame me? I thought you were a walking STD, only to find out that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

I type out a quick message to Trent, telling him I’ll be home in time for the Greek Fair. Every year the sororities and fraternities host a fair in the Quad to raise money for charity. Since Tucker is practically an honorary member of Delta Sigma Phi, and Trent is worried about his twin, I have to keep an eye on Tucker.