The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

I had for a while now. I’d just been too scared to admit it.

“Anything else?” I lowered my head, looking up at him through my lashes, acting coy.

“Yeah, I think it means come game day, there’s only one number you’ll be wearing.” He captured my lips in a bruising kiss. “Mine.”

The next time I woke was to my alarm and a very hard, very warm chest. I untangled myself from Jason’s embrace and reached behind me, desperately trying to locate my cell to make the noise stop.

“What the—”

“Sorry,” I whispered, “Alarm.”

“Shit,” he bolted upright and quickly sank back down, groaning in pain. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“I’m glad you did.” Pushing my bed hair out of my face, I smiled at the sight of Jason sprawled out in my bed. At some point in the night, he’d taken off his jeans and jersey and climbed back in beside me, sliding his bare legs against mine.

It had been heaven.

“How long do we have before your parents surface?”

“Not long.” I’d had the foresight to set my alarm thirty minutes earlier than usual so he could sneak out before they got up.

“Come here.” He hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me down to him, his lips finding mine in a clumsy kiss.

“Ew, morning breath,” I complained.

“You think I give a shit about that? Lips, now,” he growled the words, fixing his mouth over mine, making a show of pushing his tongue deep into my mouth and tangling it with my own. My tummy clenched; a delicious ache spreading through me.

“How long did you say we have again?” Jason rolled onto his side, sliding my leg over his hip and rocking his erection into me.

“Not long enough.” A soft moan spilled from my lips as he continued grinding against me. “Oh God, that feels…”

“Fuck, I need to stop. I need to—” A knock at my bedroom door had us both freezing.

“Morning, baby, are you awake?”

“Uh, yeah, Mom,” I croaked, barely able to form words as Jason pressed into me again, a smug smirk gracing his bruised face.

“I’ll make coffee. See you down there.”

I waited a second to make sure she had left and then swatted Jason’s chest. “You’re so bad,” I scolded, but his expression was twisted with pain. “Crap, I’m sorry. Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere, but nowhere as bad as here.” He grabbed my hand and closed it around his rock-hard dick.

“Jason!”

“You’re telling me if I do this,” he slipped his fingers inside my panties, “I’m not going to find you wet?”

“Oh God…” I pressed my lips together as he rubbed back and forth, sliding through my wetness. “We can’t…” I moaned, lost in sensation.

“For once, I’m inclined to agree.” His fingers disappeared and my eyes fluttered open, only to find him sucking them clean. “Later.” Promise burned in his eyes as he leaned in, kissing me. Swirling his tongue around mine, letting me taste myself on his lips.

“How will you sneak out?” He could barely sit up, let alone execute a stealthy escape plan.

“Who said anything about sneaking out? Moms love me, remember?” My eyes widened to saucers and his face broke out in a wide grin. “Gotcha.”

“Haha, now go, before my dad wakes up.”

Jason climbed out of bed and grabbed his clothes.