The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

“Care to share then? Because I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about what happens after graduation. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past you to have a ring on her finger and a kid on the way.” Asher smirked.

“Who’s got a kid on the way?” Mya and the girls approached, frowning at the three of us.

“Umm, no one.” He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her down beside him.

I got up to let Hailee squeeze in between me and Cam, before pulling Felicity down on my knee. Scooping her hair out of the way, I nuzzled her neck. She leaned back, wrapping her arm around my neck. “Tired?” she asked.

“I’m okay.” I breathed her in before kissing her soft skin. A shiver ran through her body, igniting the fire in my veins.

“Don’t mind us,” Asher grumbled.

“Like you aren’t a total horn dog after a game.” Mya rolled her eyes and we all burst into laughter. It felt good.

It felt fucking amazing sitting there with my girl and my best friends in the whole world.

“So the Heisman—” Asher started, but I silenced him with a dark look.

“Heisman? What’s he talking about?” Felicity glanced back at me.

“Ash seems to think Jason stands a good chance of being nominated,” Cam answered her.

She twisted around to look at me. “Well, do you?”

I shrugged. “I doubt it. The Ivy League is usually overlooked.”

“But there’s a chance?” Hailee asked, and I met my stepsister’s inquisitive gaze with a small nod.

“I guess.”

“Holy shit, Jase, that’s huge.”

“The announcements aren’t until early December, but seriously, you guys, don’t get your hopes up. I’m not.” I grabbed my beer and took a long pull. Felicity threaded our fingers together, her touch like a balm to my bruised and battered body. The game had been a dog fight. Brutal and relentless. But in the end, we had come out on top.

“Well, either way, my dad reserved the penthouse. It’s ours for the entire weekend.”

“We already booked our flights,” Cam said.

“And I thought we could ride together?” Asher eyed me.

“Yeah, sure.” I leaned back against the leather booth.

“You just won the Ivy League. You could try to seem a little more... I don’t know, hyped.”

“I’m hyped,” I grunted. “It’s just all on the inside.”

The girls snickered. My arm snaked tighter around Felicity’s waist and I let out a weary sigh. I was crashing, and I wanted nothing more than to go home, get naked, and fall to sleep wrapped in her arms.

Usually after a game, the adrenaline lingered. The high of the win or low of a defeat pulsing through my veins like a synthetic drug. But we’d done it. We’d won the title with a near perfect season. All the pressure had melted away, and I could finally relax.

I’d really done it.

“One more drink and then I think we’ll head out,” Felicity said, as if she had a direct line to my thoughts.

I fucking hoped she didn’t.

Because there were things she didn’t know yet.

Decisions I’d made that would affect us both.