The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

“We should go. Everyone’s meeting at Bell’s.” His voice was cold, detached, and I knew whatever had just happened between us was over.

I tried to temper the dejection squeezing my heart as I clambered off him and sat back in the passenger seat. He handed me my sweater without a word, fired up the engine and backed out of the sandy lot.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later, when I climbed out of his car trying to reconcile what had just happened, I realized he hadn’t let me touch him. Before he got the text, before the temperature had cooled a gazillion degrees between us, Jason had gotten me half-naked and played my body the way he played the game: sure and confident and one hundred percent in control.

But he hadn’t let me touch him back.

If we hadn’t been interrupted would he have?

Something told me it was better not to ask... because I probably wouldn’t like the answer.

Jason

Bell’s was crammed, everyone showing up to celebrate with the team. We usually partied at Asher’s, but since his parents were in town, we’d come to the bar instead.

“Hey,” he said, waving me over. “Where’s Fee?”

“Fuck if I know.”

“You didn’t offer to bring her?”

“No I didn’t offer to bring her. What am I, her damn babysitter?”

Asher eyed me carefully. “What’s up? You seem pissy?”

My brow arched. “Thatcher sending his cousin to do his dirty work not enough reason to be pissed?”

“Yeah, I just thought... it doesn’t matter.”

He wanted to ask about Felicity; it was right there in his eyes. But she was the last thing I wanted to talk about—especially with him.

I’d fucked up again earlier. I should never have driven her out to the lake and kissed her. Or put your hands on her.

She just made it all so damn easy. Nothing like Jenna or the other girls I was used to being around. Felicity was just content being there; talking and listening. And s

ome of the shit that came out of her mouth... well, it was gold dust, and strangely, I found myself craving whatever weird assed sentence was going to come out of her pouty mouth next. But nothing was as intriguing as the way she let me handle her body. She handed me complete control, as if she trusted me with every fiber of her being. Which was ironic considering I was the last person on Earth she should trust.

Despite her serious lapse in judgement where I was concerned, Felicity was a smart girl who gave as good as she got. But when I put my hands on her skin, my mouth on hers, something changed. It was addictive.

She was addictive.

But she was also off-limits for so many fucking reasons I should probably make a list.

Yeah, she’d love that.

I fought a smile.

“What’s got you grinning like the Cheshire Cat?” Asher nudged me, taking a long pull on his beer.

“Nothing, just thinking.” His frowned deepened as if I was a puzzle he was trying to solve.

“How’s the ribs?”

“I’ll live.” I shrugged, chugging down my beer. Thatcher’s cousin had gotten in a couple of hard digs, and I had a nice bruise forming, but it wasn’t enough to do any real damage.

Just then, the door swung open and Cameron and Hailee walked in, Felicity trailing in behind them, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

Fuck.