The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

“Never find out about it. Stick to the plan.”

“The plan, right.” I took a deep breath. Hailee caught my eye and frowned.

“What are you two up to?”

Ignoring her, I moved to the front of our

group and grabbed the door handle. “Are you guys doing this or not?”

“Fuck, I love it when she takes charge,” Jason smirked, and I rolled my eyes right back.

“Oh, I’m in,” Asher bounced on the balls of his feet. “I’m so fucking in. State Champs 2019, here I come.”

“I hate to break it to you, Champ,” Mya clapped him on the shoulder, “But can you claim the title if you didn’t actually play?”

“Way to burst a guy’s bubble.” He scowled but it quickly melted away. He was too damn wired. We all were. The after-game celebrations had been crazy, everyone rushing onto the field to celebrate with the team. Then there had been dinner at the hotel’s restaurant with close family and friends. Afterwards, Coach finally let us off the hook. Officially, we weren’t supposed to leave the hotel, but unofficially, Coach agreed to turn a blind eye as long as we all surfaced tomorrow morning for the buses home.

“Either way,” Asher went on, “I’m getting it done. No girls at college are going to know I didn’t play. They’re only going to see ‘State Champ’ and flock to me like—”

“Flies to shit?” Mya deadpanned.

We all streamed into the store, instantly assaulted with the sound of tattoo guns and rock music. Jason walked up to the desk and did all the talking. “Three?” he called over to us and the guys nodded. But before he could confirm with the receptionist, I called, “Make that four.”

“Holy shit, Fee,” Asher whistled between his teeth. “For real?”

“Just something small,” I said, my eyes sliding to Jason. “It’s the last thing on my list.”

“Hell yeah, you heard my girl, make that four.”

His girl. I don’t think I’d ever get used to hearing him call me that.

“Take a seat and Auden will be with you shortly.”

Jason came over to me, dipping his head to my ear. “You sure about this?”

I gave him a little nod, not trusting myself to speak. We’d talked about what I might get if I went through with it. After all, it was the only remaining item on my list. But when he saw it, he was going to freak.

I’d already fallen in crazy messy love with him, so I might as well get the crazy messy tattoo to go with it.

Jason

“What’s taking them so long.” I growled, pacing back and forth outside the room where Felicity currently was, alone with Auden, with his hands on her body, touching her.

“Chill, man.” Cam’s hand clamped down on my shoulder. “He’s only doing his job.”

“Yeah, well, she should have let me in there with her.”

“Maybe she was worried about passing out or getting sick.”

I threw Ash a hard look. Like I gave a shit about that. My favorite version of Felicity was first thing in the morning, hair all mussed up and crazy, her eyes heavy-lidded with sleep, her skin damp from my touch.

I loved sleeping with her, but it usually didn’t lead to much actual sleep. It wasn’t my fault she was so irresistible, and I was a hot-blooded guy who was powerless against her voodoo magic.

The vibration of the gun behind the door finally stopped. “Thank fuck,” I grumbled, moving closer.

A few minutes later, it swung open and Felicity skipped out.

“About time.”