Page 11 of The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

“Get a room, Ford,” someone yelled, and we both turned to find a group of football players.

“Are you guys working out today?” I asked.

“Yeah. With Linc out—”

“I get it.”

“Tonight. Me, you, and our favorite takeout?”

My smile fell. “I’m volunteering at the shelter.”

He mumbled his displeasure under his breath.

“I won’t be late. Why don’t you hang out with the guys at The Gridiron and I’ll meet you afterward?” The sports bar was on my route home from Paws, the animal shelter I helped at sometimes.

“Yeah?”

I nodded, and Jason leaned in capturing my lips again. “I know I’m a lot,” he whispered, “but it’s only because I’m so fucking crazy about you.”

Love wrapped around me like a warm blanket as I fisted his hoodie tighter. “The feeling is entirely mutual.”

“Yo, Ford,” Gio yelled. I liked him. He was American-Italian and hailed from Verona County in Rhode Island. He had an adorable habit of cussing in Italian. It wasn’t any wonder they called it the language of love; his accent was so freakin’ dreamy.

“Yeah, yeah, Abato,” Jase shouted back. “That’s my cue.” He stole another kiss. “I’ll see you later.”

Pressing my lips into a small smile, I nodded. “Go show them who’s boss, Captain.” I smirked. Jason chuckled, giving me a flirty wink before taking off toward his friends and teammates.

I watched them jostle him, fist bumping and laughing. He looked so happy, so free. He’d slipped into college life with ease. Even with his intense athletic schedule, he was doing well in his classes and keeping up with the workload. Nothing fazed him.

Unlike me, who had almost failed my freshman year.

I shook off the feelings of inferiority. This year would be better. This year I would give my studies everything, and now I had Darcy in my corner, everything would work out.

Except as I headed for my first class, I couldn’t stop the seed of doubt taking root in my stomach.

Jason

“What’s up, man?” Gio asked as he spotted me on the weight bar. “You seem... tense.”

“Felicity got a tutor.”

“And that’s a problem wh—” Realization dawned on his face. “The tutor is a guy?”

My jaw clenched as I pictured that fucker’s face. I didn’t know him from Adam, but I already didn’t like him. He’d be spending time with Felicity. My woman, the other half of my fucking soul. Possessive asshole or not, I was not okay with some guy spending quality time alone with my girl.

“It’s just tutoring.” He snorted. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Don’t I?” My brow rose.

Felicity was gorgeous. All seductive curves and wild spirit. I saw guys around campus watching her, wishing they could have a taste. They soon backed the fuck off when they saw me, but still.

“Seriously, bro, Fee wouldn’t look twice at another guy. She doesn’t get all crazy possessive when we hang out with the cheer squad.”

Oh, she did. I just didn’t advertise the fact. Freshman year, Felicity had almost attacked a girl for trying to get my number at a party. Instead, I’d dragged her to the nearest bedroom and fucked the anger right out of her.

Our love was like wildfire. It burned constantly. Throw water on it and it simmered to a gentle flicker, but add a strong wind and it became an inferno. Ferocious and unpredictable.

“This is why I don’t have a girlfriend,” Griffin joined us. “Too much drama for my liking.”