The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

“Mine,” he growled against my ear before running his tongue down my neck, licking and sucking.

“Jason, I can’t... it’s—”

“Ssh.” He pressed his head against mine, pinning me to the wall with his intense gaze. “I know what you need, Felicity. I will always know.” He punched his hips forward making us both cry out in ecstasy.

My hands wound around his neck, holding on for dear life. I would ache tomorrow, the wall rough against my back, my thighs pressed wide to accommodate Jason’s big body.

But right there, in that moment, I didn’t care. Because we were just two people so desperately and irrevocably in love that we were drowning in each other.

And I didn’t ever want to come up for air.

Jason

I told Coach I was going to be late to morning conditioning. After last night, I didn’t want to just up and leave this morning. I meant everything I’d said, but I wasn’t dipshit enough not to know that it wasn’t about what I said, it was about how Felicity felt.

I watched her sleep for a while. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the slight scrunch to her nose as she dreamed—of me hopefully—and the way her perfect fucking tits jiggled with every breath.

&nbs

p; Felicity was all I ever wanted. Every part of me was tied to every part of her, so the fact she doubted this, doubted us, it fucking killed me.

I’d tried to show her last night, but I knew sex wasn’t the answer.

But fuck, if it hadn’t blown my mind all the same. It felt like forever since I’d taken her so urgently. I hadn’t wanted to stop, high on the feel of her thighs pulling me closer, her perfect body pinned against the wall, on display for me. Her tattoo taunting me while I rocked into her over and over.

I reached out, tracing the curve of her hip where the sheet had fallen down her body.

“Jason,” she murmured.

“It’s me. Go back to sleep.”

“You’re still here?”

“I told Coach I’d be late.” I shuffled down the bed, pressing my body against the soft curves of hers.

“You did?” She finally cracked an eye open.

“Yeah. After last night...”

“Ssh.” Her finger pressed against my lips, the way mine had hers last night. “I don’t want to talk; I just want to enjoy this.”

Pushing the hair from Felicity’s face, I brushed my nose over hers. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Her hand splayed over my chest, right where my heart lay. “I love you too.”

My shoulders sagged with relief. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to hear those words until now. “We’ll get through this, I promise.” Because anything else was not an option.

Felicity nodded. “What time do you have to leave?”

“I still have an hour.”

“Better make the most of it then.” She reached down and grasped my morning wood, sending a bolt of pleasure up my spine.

“Actually,” I couldn’t believe I was doing this, “I was hoping to take you to breakfast.” I kissed the end of her nose.

“Yeah?” Her uncertain smile made my heart crack wide open.

Damn, I had some making up to do. But I didn’t want to rush headfirst into shallow apologies and hasty grand declarations of love.