The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

And I’d just made the ultimate one.

I’d sacrificed the one thing I wanted more than anything. But even now, even knowing I probably wasn’t going to see a single play-off game, I didn’t regret it.

I only regretted not choosing Felicity sooner.

Felicity

I was in dream heaven. Jason’s greedy lips tracing featherlight kisses up the slope of my neck, the heat of his body radiating around me, his delicious scent assaulting my senses.

“Open your eyes, babe,”

“I don’t want to,” I murmured, feeling desire swirl low in my tummy.

“Felicity.” His voice was so real. “Open your eyes.”

“No, don’t make me. I don’t want this to be over.” It was too nice here. Wrapped in his arms, safe and protected. Cherished. I snuggled my face into his shoulder, breathing him in.

“Jason,” I sighed, his name sweet on my tongue.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Make love to me, please.” I wanted him. More than I’d ever wanted anything. Certain, if he didn’t touch me soon, I’d drown in the flames raging inside me.

A throaty groan filled my ears as his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Open your eyes and ask me again.”

Damn him. Even in my dreams he was insufferable.

“Fine, all good things have to come to an end eventually,” I mumbled to myself because I knew the second I opened my eyes—

“Jason?” I grabbed the sheets, my body paralyzed as he loomed over me. “B- but what are you… Jason?”

“Hey.” His swollen lip curved into a hesitant smile. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Scared me?” I sucked in a harsh breath, my back plastered against the pillows. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Among other things.” A faint smirk played on his face.

“Oh God,” I mumbled, turning my face into the pillow. It hadn’t been a dream at all. Jason was here, in my room.

He’d kissed me… and I’d begged him to make love to me.

The universe owed me some good karma in the future after all the shit it had put me through lately.

Sensing my impending meltdown, Jason backed up, giving me some space. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, revealing the extent of his injuries. I reached for him instinctively, ghosting my fingers over the dark bruises around his eyes. He leaned into me, exhaling a shaky breath.

“Why, Jason? Everything you’ve worked for…” my voice trailed off, the weight of what had happened on Friday night settling over us.

“For you,” he whispered.

The words were like a gunshot to my heart.

Two little words I’d never in a million years expected to hear.

“Me?” I choked out, my eyes searching his for any signs this was a joke. That it was all a part of his cruel game.

“We should probably talk.”

“Talk… you broke into my house in the middle of the night… to talk?”