Page 137 of Pick Me

I shook my head and glanced around the room, laughing when I saw the jersey draped over our bed. “Ah, let me guess. You want me to wear this too?”

“Yup.”

I picked the jersey up and turned it around, noting the name on the back.

I strolled over to the bed, and even though we still had separate rooms, I slept in his, only using mine as a closet and when I wanted time away from his gaming. “Uh, this isn’t my brother’s jersey, Baseball Cap. It’s yours.”

“You ever think that was on purpose?” he asked, his hands coming to my side as he kissed me on the cheek from behind. “The viewers are only going to see the front. It’s me that gets to enjoy the back.”

He nuzzled his nose against my cheek, making me giggle. “Okay, but we’re still in agreement that we aren’t setting up some kind of porn channel, right? I like playing and reviewing games with you, but I am in no way up for screwing you where people can watch.”

“Too bad. I think it’d be pretty hot.” Jackson kissed me on the cheek, turning me in his hold so I was now looking up at him. “But don’t worry. While the cameras are on, my hands will stay away. I can’t promise what will happen after, though.” He brought his hands down, squeezing my ass for emphasis.

“Alright, well, let me go and put this on, and then I’ll play.”

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“Are you good at any game you play, Liam?” I asked, smirking as I took the game into my own hands and ran the Tanner character down the field, scoring the third touchdown for our team. No thanks to Liam. He’d been doing such a bad job managing the defensive line, I was surprised we were still in contention to win this.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I play rugby, not this bollocks.” His face popped up in the corner when he spoke, and he glared down the camera right at me. “I’m also not usually a defensive player. This is all new. I don’t know what any of these plays are, let alone the buttons I need to press to activate them.”

“I forgot you’re only here for your pretty face.” He was pretty. Not my type. He was a little too pretty, and he didn’t have enough pushback for me, if you asked me. No. Jackson was the only guy in the world who could match my energy, and I was more than okay with that.

“Pretty sure that’s the only reason Jackson roped you in today, babe. Foryourpretty face.”

“Liam.” Jackson’s voice hummed low in my ear, laced with warning, and damn, if it didn’t send a thrill straight through me.

What was it about having an overprotective boyfriend growling in your ear?

Oh, yeah, it was hot as hell.

The screen lit up with a touchdown, and the guys erupted in cheers. I clicked a few buttons, forcing Tanner into an awkward sprinkler celebration, surprised at how much movement they’d coded into his hair.

My eyes darted to Jackson, catching the way his eyes weren’t on the TV at all—but onme.

More specifically, my legs.

A slow smile tugged at my lips. He’d noticed. I might’ve decided to wear nothing underneath his jersey since it was so large it could pass as a dress. And when I said nothing. I meant nothing.

Watching myself on the screen, I sat up straighter, tugging at the ends of the jersey, making sure the move I was about to do was only visible to the man in the room. A risky move, but one I knew would pay off.

Jackson growled softly down the microphone as I opened my legs, giving him the full view.

“Did I hear something?” Liam asked, failing miserably at stopping the offensive line.

“No. That was just your players groaning at your dismal attempt at playing a real sport,” I said. If Liam kept playing this badly, we were cooked.

“Ouch, Pyro. You’re almost as cutting as your boyfriend.”

“Watch it. No one calls her Pyro but me.”

“Oh, and look at that, our subscribers just went up. Seems people like to hear you getting all possessive, J.”

He was right. The little follow count on our live stream kept ticking up. Hopefully, that would convert to followers.

I tapped my foot, watching Liam royally screw up again. “Did you really just let them pass fifty yards?”

“Alright. I’m not good at this game. Can we just go back to playingRide or Die? I’m better at that.”

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