The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders #4) - L A Cotton Page 0,37

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.”

He chuckled. “My little fighter.”

“What we had earlier was... a moment.”

“A moment. I can live with that. Let’s just not make a habit of it.” He snuggled me tighter.

Sometimes, when we were like this, it was hard to believe this was my life. The girl from Fallowfield Heights living in a prestigious apartment building in the city with her rich football-playing boyfriend.

Asher was everything I never wanted... and everything I never knew I needed.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He ran his nose along my shoulder.

“Just thinking how I ended up here.”

“You need me to remind you? Because I can. I can spend the entire night reminding you of exactly why we’re perfect for each other.”

A shiver rolled through me at the intention in his words.

“Do you think it will always be like this?”

“I think life will have its ups and downs,” he said, “but we’ll get through whatever storms blow our way.”

Glancing back, I smiled. “You always sound so sure of everything.”

“Because I am. I love you, Mya. I love our life together. And I’m excited about what the future brings.”

“Even if I want to stay in the city?” I wanted to work in the kinds of neighborhoods where I’d grown up. I wanted to make a difference to kids like me. I was one of the lucky ones, I got out. But so many kids