The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

“Come here.” She crooked her finger, scooting up the bed and letting her legs fall open. There wasn’t so much as a hint of shyness or uncertainty in her eyes, her love for me blazing in her sea-green gaze.

Crawling over her, I slid between her legs, my rock-hard dick settling at her entrance. “Do I need to stop?” I arched my brow at her, hoping, praying she wouldn’t make me.

“There’s only ever been you,” she said, “and I’m on birth control. But I know you’ve been with other—”

“No one.”

“What?” She blinked up at me.

“There hasn’t been another girl since New York.”

Confusion swam in her lust-filled eyes. “But Jenna—”

“I never slept with her, I just let you think... Fuck.” I dropped my head to her shoulder, regretting so much that happened between us. In trying to protect her, I’d hurt her, and it would always be there, in the background.

“Jason, look at me,” her voice coaxed me out of hiding. “I don’t care about what happened before, I only care what happens now and in the future.” She hitched her legs higher, almost pulling me into her body. We both groaned at the intimate contact.

“So if I do this.” I rocked my hips, pushing another inch inside her, “you’re not going to hate me?”

Licking her lips, Felicity looked right at me, a seductive smirk spreading across her lips. “Didn’t I tell you? There’s nothing more I love than to hate you.” Sliding her hands down to my ass, she pressed me further into her.

“Fuck,” I groaned, bolts of pleasure shooting off in all directions inside me. “Do you have any idea how good you feel?”

“Show me,” it came out breathy.

I rocked forward again, my hand sliding up one of her legs, anchoring us closer, making it so much deeper. My other hand found her neck, my fingers splaying around her possessively as I pulled out before sinking into her heat again.

My lips claimed Felicity’s again, my tongue loving her mouth, the way my body loved her. “I love you,” I whispered against her swollen lips, “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Jason. I do.”

My pace quickened, needing more. Needing everything she had to give. Our skin became damp, our kisses clumsy, all while Felicity met me thrust for thrust.

My partner.

My equal.

The girl who taught me there was more to life than the game.

Who taught me how to love.

The girl I planned on keeping for as long as she would have me.

The next morning rolled around too quickly. I’d dropped Felicity off at home last night and then gone home and drunk one too many whiskies. I was so fucking happy things between us were finally good, but there was still a lot hanging in the balance. So when Coach called me and Asher into his office after a grueling practice, I knew the wait was finally over.

“Come in, ladies,” Coach motioned for us to take a seat. “Principal Finnigan has consulted with the school board, and in light of everything, they have decided to suspend you from the team, effective immediately.”

Asher let out a heavy sigh, leaning forward on his elbows. “And Jase?”

“Principal Finnigan pushed for a suspension but the board felt that since you were coming to the aid of your teammate that a more lenient punishment was adequate.” His mouth pulled into a grim line. “You’re out for next week’s game but if we make it through to the next round, you can play.”

I sank back in the chair, running a hand down the back of my neck. I could play. If we made it to the second round of the play-offs, which I had every faith we would, I could play. But it came at a price.

Asher’s season was over.

“Coach,” I said ready to defend my teammate, my brother.

One of the best friend’s a guy could ever have.