College Players Collection

Two things I'm gonna do at college: land an internship and lose my virginity. I just didn't expect it to be with my brother's best friend. But the way he swings his hockey stick around as the captain of the team has me seeing stars. He may be a bad-tempered hockey player with everyone else, but he's always had a soft spot for me. He and my brother have been inseparable since they were kids, so we've basically grown up together. He's been to all my birthday parties, and I've never missed a single one of his games. Every inch of his chiseled body is etched on my brain, and I could trace his arm tattoos with my eyes closed. Not that I'd ever try. And he'd never act on his feelings, either... sigh... We would never want to hurt my brother. But, does it count if he has no idea? Now that we're at college together-with, ahem, our own dorm rooms-we have more privacy than ever before. And there's only one guy I want to lose it to. One thing's for sure: my brother can never find out.

I didn't realize I was hooking up with my student, but once I saw his hockey-player body, I couldn't help myself. If anyone finds out, I'll be out of a job. Unlike most college boys, he's mature in all the right ways and completely knows how to turn on a woman. All the dedication he's shown on the ice is completely focused on me, and I gotta say... I don't hate it. I could've kept our affair a secret, but these two pink lines will change everything. The question is: will the player be up for Team Baby?

My cocky next-door neighbor is the most infuriating person in the world-so why did I just hookup with him? Although we pretty much grew up together, we've never managed to get along. I guess he's good-looking, with his baby-blue eyes, amazing hockey-player physique, and boyish smile... if you're into that. Which I'm totally not. Our moms are besties, and they've been planning our engagement since we were little kids. I'm so over it... He's an arrogant athlete that goes through girls like Kleenex, and his teammates agree that he's incapable of a relationship. My roommate comes up with the perfect plan: fake date each other to get our parents and his team off our backs. I guess we do have something in common: wanting to prove everyone else wrong. Now everyone is talking about my post-game congratulatory kiss instead of his game-winning goal. We're fooling everyone on campus plus our families, and I gotta say, I don't hate it. Turns out the hardest part isn't faking feelings for him... It's trying to hide my true ones.