Page 3 of Pick Me

Flicking my tongue out, I teased the tip before taking him in my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath, his face contorted from pleasure.

Why did it feel so good to have him at my mercy?

Then, just as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him deeper, his body went rigid, and his head snapped up.

“Did you hear that?” he asked as though I could answer him with my mouth full. “Did you give anyone else a key?”

I shook my head, then heard the front door shut.

Jackson and I stared at each other, frozen in place.

“Thea? Jackson? Is anyone home?”

My brother.

Panic slammed into me like a wrecking ball.

“Guys?” Tanner called.

“Shit!” I shoved Jackson off me, scrambling for my bathrobe. Meanwhile, the idiot lay on the floor, completely unbothered. “Get in the closet!” I hissed, pointing at the only place big enough to hide that buffoon.

“Thea?” Tanner’s voice got closer.

“Move!” I whisper-yelled, then Jackson got to the closet and slammed it shut. With my bathrobe tied, I hurried to the door. My hair was all over the place, and I was almost certain it was obvious I was getting fucked by my brother’s best friend, but I had no time to hide it.

Knock. Knock.

As I opened the door, I looked back at the closet to make sure Jackson wasn’t visible, then plastered a smile on my face.

“Hey, Tan Tan! You’re back early…”

Chapter One

Thea

“I don’t know what you’re so worried about. I’ll be fine.”

Silence.

Tanner stared at me blankly before lifting a brow. Nothing? Was he really going to say nothing?

Wow. Just wow. It’s great to know my brother, mytwin,had that much faith in me. Tanner blinked a couple of times before pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, making that tiny man bun flop around.

Dramatic much?

“Really?” I said, tapping my foot and crossing my arms over my chest.

He dropped his hand and looked at me with tired eyes. It’d been a long month for my brother, but his misplaced concern wasn’t helping matters.

“It’s not that I’m worried about you.”

“Okay …”

“It’s that I don’t trust you.”

My mouth fell open, and I glared at him. He might bear a striking resemblance to Hercules, but he was no god in my eyes. He was my baby brother, and to act like I was a liability pissed me off. “Was that supposed to make me feel better?”

“No.”

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