The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

“Jase.” I hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.

“Jason. Jason Ford.”

“As in starting quarterback Jason Ford?” Darcy’s brow went up.

“Felicity didn’t tell you?”

I rolled my eyes at that.

“No, it never came up.”

“Okay,” I rushed out. “This has been fun and all, but if you’ll excuse us, Darcy, I need to talk to my boyfriend about the etiquette of conversation.” He chuckled as I pulled Jason away. “What the hell was that?” I hissed once we were out of earshot, marching down the street.

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sp; “You failed to mention your new tutor was a guy.” Jason fell into step beside me.

“That's because I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, I suppose Darcy is a pretty girly name.”

“Jason.” I glowered at him. “Is this going to be a problem?”

“Will you get a new tutor if I say yes?” His brow arched in challenge. I wanted to believe he was joking.

I knew he wasn’t.

“If I’m going to pass this year, I need all the help I can get, and Darcy comes highly recommended.”

“I bet he does,” Jason grumbled, his eyes going over his shoulder, but Darcy was long gone.

Usually, I loved this side of him. Possessive and dominant. But now he was just being stupid.

“Jason, look at me.” I stopped, gripping his jaw, forcing his eyes to mine. “There is nothing to worry about.”

“And if our roles were reversed. If it was me spending time alone with a tutor who just so happened to be a hot girl?”

“You think Darcy’s hot?” I hadn’t really noticed.

“Don’t push me, Giles.”

Giles.

A shiver ran up my spine. He only called me that when I’d really pissed him off.

“I’d hate it, okay? But I would trust you. Because that’s what you do when you love someone. You trust them.”

His hard expression melted away, giving way to something that looked a lot like regret. “Shit, Felicity, I trust you, I do.” He pulled me into his arms, brushing his nose over mine.

“I know you do.” My hands curled into his Quakers hoodie. “But I need this Jase. I need to get a handle on classes before I sink too deep.”

“And he’s really the best?” He studied me.

I nodded.

“Okay,” he breathed. “But if he so much as looks at you the wrong way, I will—”

“Ssh, my Neanderthal.” I kissed him softly, but Jason took control, sliding his hands into my hair and slipping his tongue past my lips.