Page 29 of Pick Me

“Jackson, you feel so good.” Her words only served as encouragement to move faster, and I was so close to coming.

“Are you there, Pyro?” I asked, licking her neck, then kissing her. Her skin was warm, and she tasted like cinnamon. This definitely wouldn’t be the last time I did this with her. It couldn’t be.

When her back arched, her body clenched around me, bringing me to my own orgasm.

The liquid was leaking out, which only made me pull out and replace my dick with my fingers. “What are you doing?” She gasped.

“I don’t want you to lose a drop,” I said, my hard-on coming back.

How was that even possible? I’d jerked off a lot as a teenager, and even then, I’d never been able to recover this fast. The way I was with Thea.

Constantly hard and needing to be inside her.

“Jackson.”

Suddenly, things were different. She wasn’t naked and withering underneath me. She was cross-legged on the bed, looking at me with disdain. “What are you doing?”

I lifted the sheets, looking down at my flaccid dick. Where did my giant erection go?

“Jackson!”

Her shrill voice finally woke me, and I shot up in bed, peering around the room. Everything was in place, nothing had moved, except Thea was standing at the end of the bed, her brows crossed and her toe tapping in that stupid fluffy robe again.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to catch my breath as sweat beaded down my forehead.

Thea took in my heaving chest, her lip curling. “Please don’t tell me you sleep naked?”

Staring down, I was thankful the covers were there and thick enough she wouldn’t be able to see the growing erection I had underneath.

“What are you doing in my room?”

She sighed, walking straight for the door without offering me a second glance. “I only came in because you were screaming so loudly I thought you were having a nightmare.”

“Ain’t it the truth,” I drawled out.

She raised a brow. “Oh. What were you dreaming about, Baseball Cap?”

Her voice was taunting me, making my erection even worse. Or better, depending on your outlook.

“You,” I said with a sarcastic edge.

She stopped in her tracks and glanced over her shoulder with a smile. It was one of her fake and slightly obnoxious ones. “Really?”

“Mm-hm.”

She stood there for a moment, taking it all in, and as though she was a wound-up ball, she exploded. “You’re an asshole. You know that? You can make fun of me all you want, but this is the last time you’re going to make fun of my looks.”

My brows furrowed. “Wait, what are you talk—”

She bounded toward the bed, and on instinct, I hugged the covers, climbing up the bed and closer to the headboard. The one she’d been gripping tightly as I came inside her in my dream.

Not the time to be thinking about that, brain.

“I’m sick and tired of you pointing out that you think I’m unattractive because I’m not as slim or as athletic as other people. I get it, you don’t like it. Well, guess what? I don’t care what you think. I’m happy with who I am, and there are plenty of people out there who would love to be with me.”

“I didn’t—”

She raised her hands, then her eyes closed, and I was almost certain she didn’t want me to see the tiny tear trailing down her cheek. My stomach bottomed out. I felt like an asshole even though I hadn’t technically done anything wrong. “Just leave me alone,” she grumbled before turning on her heels and strutting out of the room. A strut that I couldn’t help but watch.

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