Page 52 of The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

If Cameron and Jason were here, I knew they would tell me to grow some balls. But I’d always worn my heart on my sleeve, I wasn’t about to change now.

“Ash.” She inched closer, so close I could smell her perfume. “What has gotten into you?”

I reached for her, but Mya batted my hand away, pressing her palms flat against my chest and pushing me into the wall.

“You knew what you were signing on for with me,” I said. “I’m intense and needy and so fucking gone for you.”

“Faith said some things...” Her eyes glittered with emotion. “But she doesn’t get it. No one does. The way I feel about you. The way you make me feel...” Mya leaned in, letting her mouth hover over mine. “You’re it for me, Asher Bennet.”

“Yeah?” My throat felt dry, my heart beating hard beneath my ribcage.

She nodded. “I’m sorry I made you doubt how I feel about us.”

My hand slipped around Mya’s neck, holding her there and touching my head to hers. “I’m sorry I overreacted about Faith’s poem. But the idea you might not feel the same—”

“I do.” A grin spread across her gorgeous face. “And I’m right here.”

I captured her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She tasted so fucking good. I wanted to take my time exploring every inch of her.

“Erm, babe, unless you want an audience, maybe we should take this back to our place.” Mya buried her face into the crook of my neck, and I wound my hands around her body.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Asher.” She lifted her eyes to mine. “So much.”

“This year is going to be amazing. I promise.”

“I know.” I saw nothing but complete conviction there, and it was such a fucking relief.

“And I promise to give you space, even if I do hate every second that I’m away from you.” My lips curved but I meant every single word.

“Well, I promise to always come back to you. How does that sound?”

Ducking my head, I brushed my nose over hers. “It sounds pretty damn perfect.”

Mya

“Jesus, babe,” Asher rasped as I ran my tongue along his shaft. He’d already made love to me once and again in the shower. But there was something about tonight’s events that made me crave him.

His hands slid into my curls, guiding my mouth deeper over him. “That feels so fucking good.”

Despite his vice-like hold on me, Asher let me set the pace. After more than two-and-a- half years together, I knew exactly how to bring him to the edge. My hand jacked him slowly in rhythm with my tongue, as I licked and flicked, sucking him like a popsicle.

“Fuck, Mya...” he choked out as I took his dick deeper, relishing the clean taste of him.

Our eyes connected, and I held his stare as I ran my lips up and down, swirling my tongue over the tip. “I’m close...” His grip on my hair relaxed a little and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

Asher’s head rolled back, a string of cuss words leaving his lips on breathy moans. I sucked him harder... deeper... flattening my tongue against his shaft and bobbing my head up and down.

“Fuuuuck,” Asher went to pull away, but I tightened my hold on him, not letting him go until I'd swallowed down every last drop.

Licking my lips, I sat up.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look like that?” He wound his hand around my wrist and tugged me forward. I went willingly, letting Asher pull me across his body. He leaned down, kissing me hard, not caring that he could taste himself on my tongue. Desire pulsed through me, but it was late, and we had class in the morning.

Asher must have had the same thought because instead of deepening the kiss, he rolled me over and spooned me from behind, wrapping his big body around mine. “We should fight more often,” he teased.

“That wasn’t a fight, babe. A fight requires raised voices, some smashed glasses, and a fist or two.”