The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)
“You really didn’t know?” Cam asked.
“Do you think I would have fucked her if I did?” He winced at my harsh tone. “She was practically begging for it.”
I think. It was all a little hazy. But she’d wanted it as much as me.
“Nice, real nice.” He deadpanned.
“Are we done? Because you’re starting to piss me the hell off.”
“Yeah, we’re done.” He let out an exasperated breath. “Just stay away from her, Jase. She’s Hailee’s best friend and things are already strained enough.” He didn’t say the rest; he didn’t have to.
Things between us were strained. But then what had he expected when I found out about him and Hailee?
Growing up, she had been the bane of my fucking life. I’d hated her. Hated everything about her. But a lot had changed since senior year started. I guess that was a trending theme with it being the final year of high school.
Me and Hailee weren’t exactly friends now, but for the sake of Cameron, we’d called a shaky truce.
“Is that all?” Anger laced my words. I was so fucking over all this bullshit.
“I know it’s hard seeing me with her—”
“Save me the ‘I’m sorry I chose your step-sister’ speech.”
“Jase, come on...” His hand curled around my arm. “It doesn’t change anything. You’re still my best friend. I’ve got your back. Always.”
But it did change things.
It changed everything.
It had always been the two of us against the world. Now it wasn’t.
And I didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.
I pushed off the wall the second Felicity appeared. Mondays she stayed behind after school for book club.
Fucking book club. It sounded like something my grandma would have enjoyed if she were alive.
“Jason?” Her mouth fell open when she spotted me, those big sea-green eyes widening to saucers. “What are you—”
“Let’s go, Giles,” I said, trying to keep it as impersonal as possible. My dick had other ideas though, traitorous motherfucker, stirring to life the second my hand clasped around her tiny wrist. Remembering how it had felt to pin them above her head while I slid inside her, making her cry out my name.
“Go? Go where?” She huffed indignantly. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You think you have a choice?” I dragged her around the side of the building toward the gym. It was quiet, just like I knew it would be.
“Jason,” she hissed, trying to yank free of my grip. But I kept walking, refusing to do this out in the open where anyone could walk by and see us.
Shouldering the door to the gym, I pulled her down the hall toward the locker room. The second we were inside, and the door closed, I was on her. Crowding her against the wall, I placed my hands either side of her head and glared at her. “A virgin? You didn’t think to fucking mention that before we—”
Her scowl deepened, a low growl rumbling in her throa
t. It would have been impressive if she wasn’t so tiny and vulnerable compared to me as I loomed over her. “It wasn’t like you asked,” she seethed.
“Because I didn’t think—”
“Oh that’s right.” Her brow rose. “You’re used to fucking skanks.”
Jesus, this girl.