Offside (Pro-U Book 2)
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Authors: Ali Parker
Offside
Pro-U, Book 2
by
ALI PARKER
Jacob Wright is president of the largest fraternity on campus, and he’s known as a lady killer, and a bit of a slut. He wears his badges proud and never leaves anyone with the pretense that he’s something he’s not. Having to balance working at his father’s restaurant with school and soccer has become almost impossible, but there’s a new reason for wanting to show up – Emily.
Emily Campbell has heard all about Jacob Wright and his unruly ways. There’s not too many girls on campus that don’t wish for a night in his bed, but Emily can’t imagine why. He’s impossibly sexy, but that only goes so far. After taking a job at the local pizza parlor on campus, she realizes that she’s going to get a large dose of the frat boy and his wild ways.
Jacob might think that Emily is willing to play his game, but she’s going to throw out a flag and call it like she sees it – Offside.
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Offside
Pro-U Book 2
Copyright © 2016 by Ali Parker
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Lucas
"Okay, girl. You ready to try this?" The smile that spread across my face was sure to get me in trouble, but I couldn't help it. Aubrey had finally agreed to let me teach her to ice skate. Where she wouldn't let me take her to a public place, she was willing to try out the ice rink where we played on campus.
"Don't let go of my hand. Okay?" She glanced around and reached out with a shaky hand. "No one is going to randomly show up, right?"
"What are you worried about?" I chuckled and moved toward her, pulling her flush against me and skating backward as she yelped.
"Lucas! This isn't funny. I'm seriously scared." She pushed at my chest and glanced up to lock eyes with me.
I licked my lips and studied her beautiful face, grateful for her more than anything else in my life. The hockey season was over with and I'd be heading off to Washington in the next few weeks to try and live a life I wasn't sure I wanted.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" I brushed her dark hair back and released my hold just enough to let her slide down the front of my body.
"Flattery is not going to get you out of trouble." She tightened her arms around me and wobbled a little on her skates. "Why is this so damn scary?"
"Because it's new, and you're not in control of your skates yet. Give it some time and you'll be passing up the boys on the rink." I leaned down and brushed my lips by hers softly before licking at her mouth. "How about we forgo this torture and go back to my place?"
She kissed me a few more times and loosened her grip just a little.
"We're having pizza with everyone in an hour. I'll get the hang of this. I think." She wobbled and pulled at my t-shirt as I held on to her arms tightly.
"Why do you wanna do this again?"
"I want to know how to skate. It seems stupid not to. Jayce has been skating his whole life."
"All right. Let go of my shirt and take my hand. We'll go slowly. If you fall, I'm gonna catch you."
"Promise?" Her eyes held fear, and fuck if I didn't want to pick her back up and skate off the ice. For someone with so much drive and confidence, she was having a hard time overcoming this one thing.
"Do you doubt me?" I leaned down for a long probing kiss and slid my hands over her hips to rub the top of her ass softly. My body warmed at the thought of taking her down to the ice and rolling around a little for fun.
"Mmmm... I love your kisses."
"Good. Move back and take my hand and I'll lick you everywhere later tonight. Deal?"
She huffed softly as I smiled again.
"Deal."
Much to my surprise she pushed back a little and released my hand. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, and her eyes downcast as if waiting for the ice to crack in half.
"Wow. No hand holding?"
She glanced up and lifted her eyebrow, looking a little too nefarious for her own good.
"Hand holding? I've lived in Rhode Island all my life. I got this." She straightened her shoulders and turned gracefully like the dancer she was.
Realization filled me as she took off toward the far end of the rink and spun around again, jumping in the air and doing a few moves that I was scared shitless to try.
"You cheeky little bitch," I called out and laughed loudly as I took off after her. She knew how to skate as well as I did. I'd been duped.
I crashed into her and picked her up, skating hard and stopping fast before I pressed her to the far wall of the rink.
"You're getting a spanking for this." I cupped her face and rocked my hips forward as she moaned against my lips.
"Can we get undressed for the punishment?" She gripped my sides and lifted up for another long stretch of kissing.
"There’s no other way to get a spanking." I moved down and kissed the side of her neck as she ran her nails up the back of my t-shirt and scratched my back. "I can't believe I fell for that shit."
"Me either. Race you back to the other side. Whoever makes it first is paying for dinner."
"Bullshit. I'm paying for dinner." I moved back and ran my eyes over her beautiful face, memorizing her cocky expression as I had all the other ones she had blessed me with. "Whoever wins gets to choose whether they want to do the eating or get eaten."
"What? You're so corrupt." She lifted her hand and moved it around as if referencing the empty stands that were usually filled with screaming fans. "You have all of these people fooled."
"What people?" I glanced around and moved back a little.
She took off, stunning me. Was she trying to dupe me? The captain of the best damn hockey team in the United States? Surely not.
Where I loved her with everything inside of me, there was no way in hell I was going to let her win. I pushed off the ice and bent down to get a better center of gravity. The idea of letting her win swept past my mind again, but the aggressive overachiever in me flicked that shit away as fast as it happened.
I sped past her and turned, finishing up the race backwards.
"Showoff!" She reached for me, and I twisted, barely escaping her. I hit the wall and laughed loudly as she crashed into the back of me. I spun around and grabbed her as she started to fall.
"See. I told you I'd never let you fall." I brushed my nose past hers.
"You winning isn't fair."
"No? Best two of three?" I kissed her softly and reveled in the softness of her lips.
"Deal. This one was yours. The next one is going to be at DeAngelos."
"You challenging me to a drinking match?" I snorted and laughed loudly at the thought. The girl had nerve, and fuck if it didn't turn me on more than I already was just being around her.
"Hell no. I'm not an idiot."
"No. You're a smart girl. So what are you challenging me to?" I lifted my eyebrow and played around with her ass a little more. She'd swat me away soon enough, but I was going to enjoy myself until then.
"Darts. In the back of the room. Whoever gets more points wins round two."
"And round three?"
"I think it's only fair that I uncover round three once we see if there will actually
be
a round three."
"That is true. If I win at darts then I get to eat you out from behind while you’re on my kitchen counter. Such a dirty girl." I chuckled as her eyes grew wide.
"Oh, hell no. I am not getting on the kitchen counter."
"No? I think the winner gets to choose that, right?"
"Oh, you wanna play like that?" She pushed at my chest, but there was no way in hell I was letting her go just yet.
"Mmmhmmm. You scared now? You were so confident... almost cocky a few minutes ago."
"I'm taking you down, Lucas White."
"Yes, you sure are, aren't you baby? All the way down." I leaned in and kissed her again, pressing my tongue deep into her mouth and breathing in deeply through my nose as she sucked my offering like she did my cock - thoroughly.
We pulled back, both of us panting, and laughed like two nervous teenagers might.
"We need to get to DeAngelos. You ready to lose to me?" She turned and looked over her shoulder as she skated perfectly off the ice rink.
"I'm pretty sure I'm going to win tonight no matter how this little challenge of yours turns out, and either way... you're getting a spanking."
"What? Hell no."
"Yes, ma'am. You lied to me. You knew how to skate."
"I never lied." She shrugged and walked toward the bench closest to her, turning and giving me the pretty smile I'd seen all day. "You just never asked."
Fuck. She had a point.