Page 69 of The Harder You Fall (Rixon Raiders 3)

“Well this has been enlightening and all,” I declared. “But I need some time with my girl.”

Jase gave me a sly grin. My friend’s quiet laughter followed me as I approached the girls. Felicity saw me first, her eyes dancing with approval as I slid my arms around Mya and pulled her against my chest. “Hi,” I whispered against the shell of her ear, desperate to kiss her there.

Her breath caught as she turned slightly to see me. “Hi, yourself.” There was something in her eyes, a fierce possessiveness I’d never seen before.

“You okay?”

“I’m good. You?” she replied coolly.

Yeah, something was definitely off with her.

“Come on.” I grabbed her hand and led her out of the furthest kitchen door, the one leading to the second set of stairs. It was quieter back here; the area usually off limits for guests.

“Asher, where are you—”

“You’ll see.” I pushed open the bathroom door and pulled her inside. Mya watched me intently as I stalked toward her. Her hands went behind her on the counter. Fuck, she looked good. There was no denying that. I wanted to unwrap her like a present and explore every inch of her body.

“You look... shit, Mya, I don’t even have words.”

Beautiful.

Alluring.

Mine.

I traced a hand down the slope of her neck. “You didn’t need to do all this though.”

“You don’t like it?” Hurt flashed in her eyes, and I dropped my forehead to her shoulder.

“You’re killing me here, Hernandez, in the sweetest possible way. But it feels like...”

Mya eased back, sliding her finger underneath my jaw and lifting my face to hers. “Like I tried too hard?”

Silence passed between us.

“Did you?” I asked.

Her fingers curled into my shirt, anchoring us together. “This is all for you. I promise. It’s stage one of your present.”

“Stage one?” That had my attention. “I like the sound of that.”

“You should.” She smirked, toying with my lapels. Our bodies were flush; the rise and fall of our chests synchronized. “What did your father want just now?”

I stiffened, sensing the coolness in her words again. “Forget about him, Mya.” My lips brushed over hers. “It’s just you and me. No one else matters.”

“He wants you to be with someone like her, right? Someone like Kellie?”

Fuck.

This was so not where I wanted this conversation to go. But I knew better than to lie to her.

“I think it was a lame attempt at setting us up together, yeah.”

“She’s going Pittsburgh next fall?” Possessiveness dripped from her words and I liked it.

I liked it a whole lot.

Mya was jealous. It was usually such an ugly emotion. I knew, I’d felt it enough in the past. But knowing Mya cared enough to be jealous... well, it turned me the fuck on.