The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

Someone snorted. Everyone watching to see what I would do next. Everyone including Felicity. Her gaze burned into me, forcing me to look at her. There was so much in her eyes, I didn’t know which emotion to pluck out first.

But Jenna shrieked, “You’re such a self-absorbed asshole, Jason. One of these days you’ll come around and I’ll tell you no.” She sounded genuinely hurt as she fled from our table.

“There goes gym pussy for the foreseeable,” someone groaned. But I didn’t give a fuck. I only had eyes for the girl glaring at me like I’d just called her out in front of the entire cafeteria.

My cell vibrated and I pulled it out.

Felicity: What the hell was that?

Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about...

My eyes lifted to hers again as I fought a grin.

Felicity: Jenna seemed upset.

Me: Don’t know. Don’t care.

Felicity: What do you care about, Jason?

You. I care what you think. But I couldn’t type the words. Not here, not now.

Maybe not ever.

“Someone interesting?” Asher called across the table.

“Nah, just my old man.”

“Right.” He saw right through my ruse. “I’ll catch you later.”

I watched through narrowed eyes as he rose from his chair and made his way over to Felicity and the girls. Without asking for permission, he dropped into the seat beside her and slung his arm over her shoulder. Challenge danced in his eyes as he glared at me across the room.

Motherfucker.

I loved Asher like a brother, but he was pushing this thing with Felicity too far.

“What’s up with that?” Grady nudged my ribs. “You think he’s banging her?” He flicked his head over to where Asher was holding court with Felicity.

“How the fuck should I know?” I growled.

“Whoa, dude, no need to get pissy with me. I figured if anyone knew the deal with them two, it’d be you. Although I can’t see it myself. She’s so fucking weird. Has stage five clinger written all over her.”

“Grady?”

“Yeah, Cap?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He ducked his head, forking a mouthful of salad into his mouth. The guy had no fucking filter.

Asher caught my eye again, a smirk tugging at his lips. Without another word, I jerked away from the table and stood up. “I’m out,” I said.

“See you at practice?” Grady asked, and I nodded.

As I stalked out of the cafeteria, I sent Felicity another message.

Me: Do you want him?

Felicity: Excuse me?