Page 75 of The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

My chest tightened as I tried to get my head back in the game. “What is it?” she asked, barely able to catch her breath. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I replied coolly. “Come here.” My arm looped around her waist as I sat up putting us chest to chest.

“Jason, what are you—”

“Ssh.” I whispered, rocking back and forth, the intimate position so much deeper and intense. I could feel every inch of her pressed against every inch of me and it was fucking breathtaking. In that moment, it was hard to deny how perfect she was. The way her body molded to mine, like two pieces of the same puzzle.

“You weren’t supposed to...” her voice was broken with pleasure.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?” The words hung between us as I slowly regained control of her body.

Her.

Felicity buried her face in my shoulder as my hand threaded into her hair and our rhythm increased stealing the breath from my lungs. I’m going to fuck you right out of my head.

She froze, her body rigid above me.

Shit.

I hadn’t meant to say the words aloud. But now they were out there; a vast ocean between us.

“Felicity, I—”

She grabbed my lips, forcing them together as she moved faster. Harder. Chasing the fall.

Her body began to tremble, her breath choppy and labored. The familiar tingle at the base of my spine told me I was close. Ready to fall right alongside her; she just needed one final push. Dipping my head, I closed my mouth around her nipple and bit down gently. Her cries echoed around us, pleasure crashing into me like a freight train. But like any good high, the inevitable comedown sucked ass.

Felicity clambered off me, grabbing her leggings and sweater and awkwardly dressed herself.

“That’s something for your list,” I said through strained laughter. I sounded like a fucking idiot. As if some lame assed joke about her list changed the fact I’d accidentally slipped out I wanted to fuck her out of my head.

“We should get back to school.” Her voice was cold, sending the temperature inside the car down by a few degrees. “I don’t want to miss fifth period.”

“Uh, yeah.” I tucked myself back into my sweatpants and pulled on my jersey. Things had gone from great to shit in two seconds flat all because of my big fucking mouth.

But this is what you wanted, right?

One more time with her. A chance to rectify how things had gone down in New York.

The ride back to school was painful. Felicity barely looked twice at me and every time I tried to fill the suffocating silence, the words died on the tip of my tongue.

It was a clusterfuck.

Exactly what I’d known would happen, but I’d gone and done it anyway. Felicity wasn’t Jenna or any of the other chicks I usually went with. She was different.

I was different around her.

All too soon we rolled into the parking lot, school looming up ahead. “Felicity, I—”

“Save it, Jason. I knew what this was. I knew and I came anyway. But it’s done now, right?” She didn’t sound sad or pissed, just resigned. “You’ve fucked me out of your head so I guess we can just both move on.”

“I...” Say something. Say anything. But nothing came out, my thoughts too incoherent to form words.

“Okay then…” Felicity grabbed the door handle and pushed. But not before turning back to me. “I guess it’s true what all the girls say about you,” she said, holding my conflicted gaze.

“Yeah, and what’s that?” I managed to choke out.

“You’re worth the ride.” Her eyes didn’t sparkle and her voice was devoid of any emotion. “See you around, Jason.”