Page 48 of Pick Me

Her back would be arching, pushing those pert nipples my way again, and I’d have no choice but to take them in my mouth while I angled her just right to hit her G-spot. With her hands still in my hair, she’d call out my name and ask me to come with her. There was nothing else I wanted more.

That was it.

The image of Thea’s tight body clenching around me was enough to send me into overdrive. Ribbons of cum spilled out of me, and I tugged my dick until I was spent.

Resting my head against the shower wall, I laughed. Finally, I could get some respite from the intrusive thoughts of Thea. Granted, I would have preferred to not have to imagine fucking her to do it, but after the day I’d had, I’d take it.

I washed my body and turned the shower off before wrapping a towel around my waist and heading for my room in a surprisingly good mood. I was somewhat drained and a little ashamed, but at least there were no more thoughts about Thea.

“You could give me a warning next time,” Thea said as I walked down the hallway. She was standing on the threshold between the bedrooms and the kitchen with her hands covering her eyes as she let out groans of disgust.

I grinned, knowing full well that my body wasn’t something to be disgusted by. I spent hours in the gym every day, especially during the offseason, and my muscles were popping. Although, after a warm shower and jacking off, they might’ve been a little too relaxed. Maybe that was why she was disgusted.

“You know some people would pay to see these.” I flexed my biceps, and her nose crinkled as she glared at me. Wonder if her orgasm face looked anything like that?

“Don’t worry, I’m not interested.” She breezed past, forcing me to smell her perfume once more, and, well, shit, my dick was getting chubby again. That was when I took in her outfit. Black tights and a flowery black dress with a black… leather jacket. Wait a minute. I took in her shiny dark hair. It was always straight, but tonight it looked sleeker. It looked like she’d spent time on it.

“Thea?” I said with a choked-out cry. She looked over her shoulder, and my lungs lost all ability to breathe. How had I not noticed when she stopped me? Thea had red lipstick on.

Fuck me.

I mean, I wished she would. Maybe then I could think of something other than her red lips wrapped around my c—

Stop, brain! Stop thinking these things. She hates you.

My brain and feet worked in tandem, and I followed her into the living room.

“Where are you going?” I asked, getting all up in her business.

“Why do you care?” She huffed out, finding one of her purses and opening it so she could put her phone inside.

Good question.

“Because your brother will care.”

She snorted before rolling her eyes. “Oh, so now you’re going to act like the supportive friend. After you kicked me out of the apartment four days ago in nothing but my jammies.”

“Don’t worry. I did you a favor there. No one was going to attack you in those.”

She raised her hand, then dropped it. “And there’s the true Jackson.” Then she shook her head. “Hasn’t cared for me since I joined here. That fact was made clear enough the first week.”

My brows furrowed as she looked through her bag, pulling out shit I’d never expect to fit. Purse, chewing gum, lip balm, lipstick, another one of her big ass scrunchies…

“Is that a whistle?” I said as she placed the bright-pink item on the counter.

“Yes.”

“Why do you have that?”

“Because not all of us are built like The Hulk. I need it for protection.”

“Protection?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, but a whistle isn’t going to do much to protect you.”

“No, but it will draw attention and hopefully freak the attacker out.”

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