The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

But if anyone deserved it, it was Jason.

So how could I even contemplate feeling anything besides pride for him?

The answer was, I couldn’t.

I knew what football meant to him. Jason had given everything to the game he loved. Hours of conditioning and practice. He was one hundred and ten percent committed to his team, to forging a successful football career for himself. And I was the lucky girl who got to stand at his side and watch him flourish. So I stuffed down my reservations, plastered on my best smile, and said, “I’m so proud of you.”

“And I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my corner.” Jason captured my lips in a slow, deep kiss. The kind of kiss that we sank into, exploring each other’s mouth with easy familiarity. But like every time we touched, it soon turned into more. Heat simmered between us, rising into an inferno neither one of us could control.

Jase slid his hands to the hem of my t-shirt and began working it up my body. His lips brushed a path up my stomach, his tongue dipping into the valley of my breasts as he pushed the material over my head.

“God, Jason,” I moaned, jamming my fingers into his thick, dark hair. He continued painting my skin with his lips, tracing letters of love and promises of forever over my chest and collarbone.

“I need you.”

He pulled away, leaving me cold, to yank off his jersey. My eyes traced over his body, his chest, shredded with muscle, all hard lines and deep grooves.

“Sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are,” I whispered, reaching out to touch him.

He’d always been physically fit, a sculpted work of art thanks to all the conditioning and hours spent in the gym. But since playing college ball, his body had matured and refined in a way that left me breathless every time I saw him naked.

“You look like you want to devour me.” He smirked, holding my heated gaze with his own.

“I do,” I confessed.

Jason dived for me and we became a clash of limbs, fighting to undress the other, desperate to touch and feel and taste. I was hardly surprised he got me naked first, pinning me to the bed and dipping his head to flick his tongue over my nipple. I cried out, arching into his mouth. His smooth chuckle reverberated around my sensitive skin, sending shivers skittering up my spine.

Nothing would ever compare to this, to the feel of him touching me... owning me. I loved it, almost as much as I loved him.

“I want to take my time,” he rasped as he punched his hips forward rocking into me, “but I’m not sure I can.”

“So don’t,” I practically pleaded. We could play afterwards. Right now, I needed to feel him inside me, above me, riding me hard and fast until neither of us knew where I ended and he began.

Jason ripped my panties off; ripped them clean off my body before sinking inside me without warning. We both groaned, his hands tangling with mine either side of my head. “I love you, Felicity, so fucking much.”

“Then show me...” My voice cracked as he pulled out and rocked forward again, sheathing himself deep inside me.

Jason loved like he played football. With complete determination, skill, and confidence. He knew exactly how to play my body, the way he played on the field, and he knew exactly how to make me come every damn time.

“Fuck, babe, nothing... nothing will ever feel as good as this.” He thrust into me again, over and over, splintering my body apart in the best kind of way. Jason kissed like a man starved, dragging the oxygen from my lungs and taking it for himself. One of his hands slipped down my thigh, hitching my leg higher, letting him driv

e deeper.

“Jason... God...” I breathed, trying to ground myself, but it was too much.

It always was.

“Let go, babe.” He kissed me slower, mimicking the shallow rock of his hips as he drew pleasure from my body.

My legs began to tremble, sweat beading on my skin and slipping down my body. I pressed my lips together, trapping the moan building into my throat. I was so close.

“I can feel you, Felicity, feel you squeezing my dick.” He whispered the dirty words against my ear as I unraveled. “Come for me, babe. Come all around my…”

I shattered around him, crying out his name, over and over.

Jason flattened himself against me, slamming into me with renewed vigor as I rode the lingering waves of pleasure.

His body locked up tight, his jaw tense with concentration as he jerked inside me.