The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

Felicity: Hold the phone. Did Jason Ford just admit he likes something?

Me: Easy there, Giles. I said I like your strangeness... I’m not sure it’s a reason to be flattered.

Felicity: You like me.

Yes.

Yes, I do.

But I couldn’t tell her that. So instead, I went with something typical jock-asshole.

Me: I’d like you bouncing on my dick more.

Felicity: Okay.

My eyes almost bugged out of their sockets.

Me: Okay, you want to bounce on my dick? Because I’ve got to say, Giles, I’m a little surprised...

Felicity: Very funny! Okay, I’ll meet you...

My pulse ratcheted.

Me: Yeah? After school? Or now?

Felicity: Cutting class is on my list.

I smirked triumphantly. I fucking knew it.

Me: Meet me after second period, round by the locker room.

Felicity: You’ve really given this some thought.

Me: I think about a lot of things.

Her. Naked. Underneath me.

Felicity: Goodbye, Jason. I’ll see you soon.

Felicity

I’d lost my freaking mind.

It was the only explanation as I hid out in the girls’ bathroom until the hall had emptied. When a good five minutes after the start of third period had passed, I slipped out of the bathroom, ducked down the hall and straight out of one of the side entrances. My heart pounded in my chest as I crossed the lawn and went around the back of the building. But it was nothing compared to how it galloped away when I spotted Jase’s Dodge Charger, the engine humming just like the gentle hum beneath my skin.

He looked completely at ease as I opened the door and slid inside. “I didn’t know if you would come.”

“Just drive,” I clipped out, my eyes wide as they darted around looking for any sign that I’d been caught.

“Don’t look so worried,” he said smoothly. “No one will even know you’re gone.”

I threw him an ‘are you for real’ look and he chuckled darkly.

“It’s easy for you to say,” I said. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want and no one bats an eye.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”

His eyes swept over me, making me shudder and my tummy clench. But I tried to ignore his suggestive tone, the flare in his eyes.