Page 24 of Pick Me

I pursed my lips, mulling it over. “Mm-hm, maybe you’re right. Maybe she can’t stand me because she knows she can’thaveme.”

“Yes! It’s like an enemies-to-lovers situation.” Britt laughed.

“No. No. We will never turn to lovers. Have you seen her furry purple onesie?”

“No?”

“Trust me. She does not want me to see her as a sexual being. There’s no way she’d wear an outfit like that around me if she did.”

Although, the more I thought about it, the more my mind drifted to pulling the zipper down the front and revealing… what?

A lacy purple teddy underneath?

Fuuuck.

Why did my mind go there?

Why was I now thinking about her stepping out of that stupid outfit and shimmying over to me with her curves expertly hugged by purple lace? Why was I thinking about her sinking to her knees in front of me?

I shook my head, pretending I didn’t find that image enticing.

But shit. Thea between my thighs, shuffling closer to my crotch. That would be a sight. Not just because it’d be hot as fuck, but she’d no doubt be complaining about how her knees hurt or it was too cold to be wearing so little. I smiled, thinking about all the ways I could shut her up with my cock. Yeah, sinking my dick into her defiant lips would be nice. It’d be like killing two birds with one stone.

What the fuck was that about?

Why the fuck was I getting hard at the prospect?

I discreetly adjusted my pants, thankful I had the wooden table hiding my wood beneath it.

“How much longer do you have together before Tanner gets back?”

“Just for clarification, there’s nothingtogetherabout me and Thea. We are living very separate lives. The only thing remotely together is the fact that our beds rest against the same wall.”

Britt’s smile grew, and she said, “I give them four days” all while looking at Matty.

“Nah. Jackson doesn’t have restraint. I give them two.”

I clutched my chest and stared at them with mock shock. “Oh, so that’s what I am to the two of you now? A bet?”

“Dude. You bet on when Britt and I would get together. I’m just returning the favor.”

“Yeah, but your situation was different. We were all pretty sure that you were secretly fucking the entire time, anyway.”

“Under that logic, how can we be so sure you’re not secretly sleeping with Thea?” Matty asked with a raised brow.

“We aren’t. Believe me. If I was getting secret roommate sex, I’d be in a much happier mood. I would also not be right here with you. I’d be back home boinking her brains out.”

“That’s a good point.” Britt raised her hand and nodded.

“Anyway, since we’ve finished dinner and my Netflix ’n’ chill suggestion went down like a lead balloon, I’m assuming you want me to leave?”

“You’d be correct,” Matty said before Britt could say anything else.

“Matty. Be nice. He’s our guest.”

“An uninvited one at that.”

“Okay, well, before I start a marriage dispute, I’m going to be on my way.” Glancing at my watch, I thought I’d be safe. By the time I got home, it would be around ten, so surely, she’d let me in thirty minutes early. It wasn’t like she was doing much at home, anyway. I shouldn’t catch her in any compromising situations either, considering I told her she couldn’t masturbate on the couch.

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