The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)
“Hey,” I slid my fingers underneath her jaw and tilted her face up, “you asked.”
“I know, I just... ugh, I hate her.”
“You sound a little jealous, Giles.” The idea had me feeling a little smug.
“It’s not exactly on my list to watch the guy I’m...” She stopped herself and I found myself wanting to pull the words out of her but I wouldn’t. “It hurt seeing the two of you together is all.”
“Together, me and Jenna weren’t...”
Fuck.
Bell’s.
“That wasn’t what it looked like.”
“You mean you didn’t take her back to the storeroom and fuck her?” Her eyes darted away. “Could have fooled me.”
My spine stiffened; the urge to argue with her strong. Felicity was only half-right; I hadn’t fucked Jenna that night, but she had given me head.
 
; Shame was a feeling I was unfamiliar with, but it didn’t dull the impact.
“I didn’t fuck her,” I said, as if it mattered.
“Whatever, Jason.” She looked at me again. “This, us, it’s all a game. And like I said the other night in your bathroom, I’m not sure I want to play anymore.”
The bathroom. Shit. That had been a mistake. I was drunk and angry and she was right there, my own personal punching bag.
Rather than acknowledge that clusterfuck, I inched closer, erasing the sliver of space between us. “You sure about that?”
Felicity’s lips parted on a soft intake of breath. “What are you doing, Jason?” Her voice trembled.
“I thought it was obvious. I’m here because I couldn’t stand the idea of Thatcher hurting you.”
“Because you’re jealous.” It didn’t come out sassy this time.
“I’m not…” Rubbing the back of my neck, I mulled over what to say next. When really all I wanted to do was kiss her. After all, didn’t they say actions spoke louder than words?
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My lips hovered dangerously close to hers. It would have been so easy to crash my mouth down on hers. But I wanted to savor her, to taste every inch of her skin.
I wanted to lose myself in her, and that disarmed me.
“Your eyes are so dark,” she said. “It’s like they’re black.”
“They say the eyes are the window to the soul. So what does that say about me?”
“I think it says you’re deadly.” Felicity leaned into me, our noses brushing, lips almost touching.
“Deadly, huh?”
We moved closer still.
“And dangerous...”
“Definitely dangerous,” I echoed, tasting her. Once. Twice.
“Don’t prove me wrong, Jason,” her words slammed into me but I didn’t have time to process them, because her mouth sealed over mine and I knew the game had just changed.