Offside (Pro-U Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ali Parker
Fuck yes!" I turned in a circle and thrusted my hips, dancing like a fool. "Tear it open and make sure I made the team."
"No. You can come by and-"
"Dad. Shit. Tear it open. Don't make me wait."
He laughed again. "All right, buddy. Hold on."
I bit my lip and smiled as Micah moved up beside me and whispered, "You all right?"
"Yeah. I think I got-"
"Here it is. You got in, Jacob. I'm so proud of you. Come by and get the letter tomorrow and we'll talk about how we're going to pay for it."
"Yes! All right, Dad. See you soon." I dropped the call and lifted both hands into the air. "I got onto FC Boston's team for PDL this summer. I can't wait to start playing again."
"Congrats. Was there any doubt that you would?" Micah hit my hands and gave me a smirk. "You're captain of the Friars soccer team and won a medal in the Olympics. You're kidding, right?"
"I knew man, but it's still fun to get excited, right?"
He shook his head and lifted his beer. "To you, buddy. The best and worst guy I know."
"Amen." I hit my beer against his.
Chapter 3
Emily
The Omega House was packed from one side to the other with people drinking and laughing. I glanced around as Brody reached back and grabbed my hand tightly, pulling me through a large crowd on the front porch.
"Let's find Jacob and give homage before we get a beer."
"You know I don't drink," I mumbled and turned to watch some girl take a tube of beer and drink like a champ. My stomach contracted in disgust. What the fuck was I doing here? I hated drinking and how people acted when they were drunk.
He pulled me roughly into the kitchen and moved to stand behind me as we stopped in front of Jacob Wright, the king of all man-whores on campus.
"Brody. My buddy. What's up?" Jacob shouted loudly and wagged his tongue as he and Brody shared a laugh. I had no clue why anyone would sleep with him. He was beyond hot, but everyone knew that he'd tapped just about every girl at Pro-U. The only ones he seemed to steer away from were the taken ones, which was the only good thing anyone could say about him.
"Just hanging with my girl and we decided to come check out your shit." Brody pressed his hand to my stomach, locking me to him as he reached around me with his free hand and gave Jacob a high-five.
Jacob turned his light blue eyes onto me, as if just realizing I was standing there. His light brown hair was a little long on top, and his five o'clock shadow made him look like he didn't give a fuck in the world what anyone thought, which he didn't. Why should he? He was a whore.
"Emily. I'm Jacob. Not sure we've met." He extended his hand toward me as a sexy smile pulled at his lips.
"We haven't for a reason." I moved out from between them and weaseled my way into the living room in hopes of finding one person that I could talk to for the rest of the night. "One night. One damn night."
I stopped by the back door and took a deep breath as I let my eyes run across the hordes of people spilling out onto the lawn.
"I take it Brody doesn't know about us?" Jacob stopped behind me and smiled as I glanced over my shoulder.
"There's nothing to know. I was young and dumb, and you kept refilling my cup." I pushed the screen door and walked down the stairs as heat danced in the center of my stomach. Where Brody was pretty good in bed, Jacob Wright was fucking amazing.
One night. I rolled my eyes and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to glance around again.
"I'm not sure why you're so pissy after three years, Emily. It's not like I forced myself on you." He moved up to stand beside me and took a long drink from his red solo cup. "If I recall, you were the one that came up to me."
"I was drunk. It was the only time in my adult life I've been drunk, and I'll never do it again."
"Drink or hit on me?" His smile was contagious, and I hated myself for wanting to unlock some of the pent-up feelings I had from my freshman year. I'd learned a lot since then, namely that Jacob was a whore and
"No. You can come by and-"
"Dad. Shit. Tear it open. Don't make me wait."
He laughed again. "All right, buddy. Hold on."
I bit my lip and smiled as Micah moved up beside me and whispered, "You all right?"
"Yeah. I think I got-"
"Here it is. You got in, Jacob. I'm so proud of you. Come by and get the letter tomorrow and we'll talk about how we're going to pay for it."
"Yes! All right, Dad. See you soon." I dropped the call and lifted both hands into the air. "I got onto FC Boston's team for PDL this summer. I can't wait to start playing again."
"Congrats. Was there any doubt that you would?" Micah hit my hands and gave me a smirk. "You're captain of the Friars soccer team and won a medal in the Olympics. You're kidding, right?"
"I knew man, but it's still fun to get excited, right?"
He shook his head and lifted his beer. "To you, buddy. The best and worst guy I know."
"Amen." I hit my beer against his.
Chapter 3
Emily
The Omega House was packed from one side to the other with people drinking and laughing. I glanced around as Brody reached back and grabbed my hand tightly, pulling me through a large crowd on the front porch.
"Let's find Jacob and give homage before we get a beer."
"You know I don't drink," I mumbled and turned to watch some girl take a tube of beer and drink like a champ. My stomach contracted in disgust. What the fuck was I doing here? I hated drinking and how people acted when they were drunk.
He pulled me roughly into the kitchen and moved to stand behind me as we stopped in front of Jacob Wright, the king of all man-whores on campus.
"Brody. My buddy. What's up?" Jacob shouted loudly and wagged his tongue as he and Brody shared a laugh. I had no clue why anyone would sleep with him. He was beyond hot, but everyone knew that he'd tapped just about every girl at Pro-U. The only ones he seemed to steer away from were the taken ones, which was the only good thing anyone could say about him.
"Just hanging with my girl and we decided to come check out your shit." Brody pressed his hand to my stomach, locking me to him as he reached around me with his free hand and gave Jacob a high-five.
Jacob turned his light blue eyes onto me, as if just realizing I was standing there. His light brown hair was a little long on top, and his five o'clock shadow made him look like he didn't give a fuck in the world what anyone thought, which he didn't. Why should he? He was a whore.
"Emily. I'm Jacob. Not sure we've met." He extended his hand toward me as a sexy smile pulled at his lips.
"We haven't for a reason." I moved out from between them and weaseled my way into the living room in hopes of finding one person that I could talk to for the rest of the night. "One night. One damn night."
I stopped by the back door and took a deep breath as I let my eyes run across the hordes of people spilling out onto the lawn.
"I take it Brody doesn't know about us?" Jacob stopped behind me and smiled as I glanced over my shoulder.
"There's nothing to know. I was young and dumb, and you kept refilling my cup." I pushed the screen door and walked down the stairs as heat danced in the center of my stomach. Where Brody was pretty good in bed, Jacob Wright was fucking amazing.
One night. I rolled my eyes and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to glance around again.
"I'm not sure why you're so pissy after three years, Emily. It's not like I forced myself on you." He moved up to stand beside me and took a long drink from his red solo cup. "If I recall, you were the one that came up to me."
"I was drunk. It was the only time in my adult life I've been drunk, and I'll never do it again."
"Drink or hit on me?" His smile was contagious, and I hated myself for wanting to unlock some of the pent-up feelings I had from my freshman year. I'd learned a lot since then, namely that Jacob was a whore and
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