Page 127 of Pick Me

Why was he looking at me so earnestly? As though I could shift the world on its axis?

“Seeing you unconscious made me realize just how much you mean to me. If I had lost you… I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

“You know I love you too, Jackson. There’s no one I’d rather be arguing with than you.”

His creased brows relaxed as the words rolled out of my mouth, and holding my cheeks in place so I wouldn’t get dizzy, he kissed me. A slow, gentle kiss confirmed the love we felt for each other.

Before I knew it, he’d slipped his hands under the back of my knees and lifted me as though I weighed nothing. “What are you doing?” I asked, swinging my good arm over his shoulder to hold on.

“I’m taking you to my room.”

“But what about Tanner?” I looked down the hallway to my brother’s door. The hallway was dark, and I doubted Tanner would come out, but showing off my relationship like this still felt odd.

“What about him? He left you out here with me. If he wanted to be the one to monitor you for the next forty-eight hours, then he would have told me to fuck off. He didn’t, so you’re stuck with me.”

I pressed my nails into his neck, ignoring the pain the move brought in favor of being closer to Jackson so I could whisper in his ear. “I couldn’t think of a better place to be stuck.”

After walking into his room, he shut his door and carefully placed me on his bed. “Yellow? When did you have time to change the sheets?”

“You haven’t slept in my bed for a couple of days, Pyro.”

I burrowed into his pillows, enjoying the smell of him all over my skin. I winced when I rolled onto my shoulder and frowned. That pain must’ve meant my medication was wearing off.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and took my shoes off, giving my feet a little rub as he did it.

“My body aches.” I moaned, and he massaged my ankles and feet, only making me feel a little better.

“Whacking your body into a steering wheel with a dick in your mouth will do that to you.”

I laughed out loud at that. Jackson already knew me well enough to know I’d like that kind of joke.

“In all seriousness, how’s your dick doing after such an injury?”

His fingers stopped moving. “Really? You’re going to ask me that?” I nodded. “It’s fine. A little sore, but nothing compared to the stuff you went through. Did they give you any instructions on your physical activities over the next couple of days?”

“Umm.” Even though Jackson’s hands felt like magic, my brain was still throbbing through the painkillers. My shoulder had a dull ache radiating through it too. “They said lots of rest and to do nothing too vigorous.”

He nodded, his hand moving up to my calf where he offered it the same treatment. Kneading and massaging. It felt nice, and I hated to admit, it made me a little hot. However, I doubted that was on his mind.

“Good to know,” he said as he moved his hands higher up my thigh. I pouted a little when they didn’t stay there for a massage but squeaked in surprise as he slipped his fingers under my sweatpants and underwear.

“What are you doing?” I asked, giggling as I lifted my hips to help get the clothes off quicker. Jackson’s body moved over my exposed skin, and he pushed my shirt up to kiss my navel, working his way up to kiss me on the lips.

I pushed my hands through his hair to deepen the kiss, but he had other plans. He grabbed one of the pillows to his side and winked as he backed away from me. “Jackson?” I urged since he didn’t answer me the first time.

“Just lie back, Pyro. I’m going to take good care of you.”

There was a glint of mischief in his voice, and I didn’t mind it at all.

He placed the pillow beside my ribs before his lips descended to my stomach, kissing and nipping the skin there as his hands moved up my sides under my shirt, all the way to my braless chest, only stopping to tweak my sensitive nipples.

“Ouch.” I grimaced when he moved my sling too far. He looked up with concern, and I tried to laugh the pain off. “My, uh shoulder. Still can’t move it without discomfort.”

He nodded, with thin lips, moving his hands down to my ribs. I lay back, closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my head.

“I’m not sure we should be doing this,” I said, even though my unslung hand was grasping onto his hair, pushing him down. He was too strong for my efforts, though, and acted like it was nothing.

“How’s your headache?” he asked, placing butterfly kisses across my navel. My bottom half was bare to him, his torso the heavy weight stopping my hips from rocking.

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