Page 67 of The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

“Ash, I was counting on you for the grand romantic gesture,” Felicity let out an exasperated breath.

“I think it’s sweet,” Hailee added. “Spur of the moment. I like that.”

“Back up, Giles,” Jase was no longer looking at us. Instead, his eyes were fixed on his fiancée. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I made a big gesture. Or have you forgotten when I got down on one knee on national television?”

“Don’t be silly, babe, I haven't forgotten, and it was very sweet, but I had high hopes for Asher and Mya.”

“Guys,” I interrupted. “It’s not like I don’t plan on getting a ring. We’re going shopping in the week to look—”

“No, no, no.” Fee looked mortified. “You can’t let Mya pick her own ring, it’s bad luck.”

“Well, I’m glad we decided to call our friends and share our happy news with them.”

“Ignore them,” Hailee said. “I think it’s great news. I’m so happy for you both.”

“Thank you.” Mya leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Have you talked about wedding plans yet?”

“Seriously?” I balked. “I didn’t even get a ring...”

Mya dug her fingers into my ribs, and I yelped. “No, we haven’t,” she said. “Sometime after graduation. We’re in no rush.”

“You’re the last man standing now, Cam,” I smirked. “You know that, right? It’s time you upped your game.”

“Ash...” Hailee warned.

“Relax, he knows I’m joking.”

“Trust me, when I do finally pop the question, I’ll make sure to have an actual ring.”

“Burn,” Jason hissed, unable to hide his amusement.

“Okay, this has been nice and all, but I want some alone time with my fiancée.”

“Not until you put a ring on—”

I hit end call and dropped my cell on the counter, pulling Mya around to me.

“Ash, that was rude.”

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bsp; “Nah, they get it.” Cameron and Jason were as infatuated with their girlfriends as I was with Mya. They understood what it was like to want to bury yourself so deep inside her, you didn’t know where you ended, and she began.

“I need you, Mya.” Heat coursed through my veins.

“Well, I’m right here.” She licked her lips.

I prowled toward her and ran my hand along the curve of her neck. “Mine,” I breathed.

Mya’s breath caught, her eyes fluttering closed. “Is this real life?” she whispered.

“Does this feel like real life?” I asked her, leaning in to swipe my tongue over her salty sweet skin.

She reached for me, curling her hands into my Temple U hoodie. Without warning, I slipped my hands to the backs of Mya’s thighs and hoisted her against me. Her legs wound around my hips and she shrieked with surprise. Spinning us around, I dropped her on the counter and pushed myself between her thighs. “I love you, Mya. Today, tomorrow, and all the days after.”

“Show me...”