My Rating: 4 Stars
Sex Scenes: Yes.
Series: Yes, Rixon Raiders #2.
The Raiders are back...
Cocky football players, school rivalry, and the girls who get in their way!
Felicity Giles has a list.
Lose her virginity.
Meet her knight-in-shining-armor and fall in love.
Have the best senior year a girl can have.
The only problem? Her knight isn’t a saint, he’s a villain, and she’s pretty sure he’ll destroy her before ever handing over a piece of his heart.
Jason Ford has a plan.
Win State and go down as one of the most successful Quarterbacks in Rixon Raider history.
Head off to college and pursue his dream of being drafted to the NFL.
Avoid the girl under his skin. Felicity Giles, his stepsister’s best friend and perpetual pain in his ass.
She’s annoying as hell.
She’s a game to him, nothing more.
Until his arch rival comes after him and the few people he cares about ... and Felicity gets caught in the crossfire.
And suddenly hating her feels a whole lot like falling in love.
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We hated Jason on the first book and things don’t change on the second one.
He is still being a bully, but now his target is Felicity.
He can’t get her out of his head so he keeps punishing her for it. But the more he pushed her away, the more he realizes how irresistible she is, and now he is not sure he will be able to walk away.
Everything started with a checklist, a stupid list she made to make sure she enjoyed her senior year, and one decision that started a chain of events that are now out of her hands.
Jason can see her now, she is not invisible anymore, and what comes with being seen by him, might be more than what she can handle.
She doesn’t know how to live on the wild side, and she is certain he will rip her heart out… but she can’t help herself… the ride is sure going to be fun!
Will Jason accept he is more than football and trust someone other than himself?
Can Felicity take a change on a dark eyed player?
I liked the book, but was a little disappointed, we have read books like this, were the guy is a bully and then falls for her and there wasn't anything that made is more special for me.
Than being said, it is a good story, just nothing remarkable.
I did hate him.
I hated that he made me feel so alive, so desired.
I hated the way he knew exactly how to kiss me, touch me, to get me to fall at his feet.
But most of all I hated how I didn’t hate him, not even a little bit.
“Relax,” he said as if he knew I was all up in my head. “If it makes you feel any better, I hate you too.” His thumb brushed my neck slowly before he chased his touch with his lips. “I hate how I can’t stop thinking about you.” Kiss. “I hate that you say the most ridiculous things.” Kiss. “But most of all I hate that Thatcher and his goon had their hands on you. I hate...” His lips touched my skin again as my heart crashed against my rib cage.
This wasn’t the plan.
He wasn’t supposed to say all of this, to feed the small part of me dreaming of a different time and place. A time and place where Felicity Giles could ever end up with a guy like Jason Ford.
I waited for his words, greedy for more. But they never came, replaced with hot kisses as he dragged his tongue up and down the hollow of my throat. Disappointment flooded my chest but deep down, I wasn’t surprised. Jason would never admit the truth. That there was something between us. That this was more than just sex. And for as much as it hurt, maybe it was better this way.
His hands were all over me now, his mouth the same.
“Jason,” I said, gently tugging his hair. “Slow down.”
He lifted his face, brow arched. I took advantage of the moment, pushing my hands against his chest to move him back. Then I fumbled around to find the recline handle and pulled.
“What the fuck?” he grunted, and I stifled a giggle. Jason needed control. He needed to hold all the power. But this time, I wanted to be in the driving seat.
I wanted to drive him wild.
“What game are you playing, Giles?” he asked, his hands gripping my hips as I gently rocked above him. We both groaned, and another thrill shot through me. He was at my mercy now.
With my newfound confidence, I hooked my hands into the waistband of my leggings and pushed them down over my hips. It was no easy feat getting them off, but I managed. If Jason noticed my clumsy striptease, he didn’t comment, his hooded gaze too busy eating up every inch of my bare skin.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
Yeah, fuck. His words were like a poisoned arrow through my heart.
As if he noticed my hesitation, challenge glinted in his eye. He was ready to pounce, to take back the power and flip this whole thing on me. But I wasn’t backing down. I wasn’t just a pawn in his game.
I was the goddamn queen.
And this queen wanted her king to kneel at her feet.