Page 133 of Worthy

Jessica

“Jaxon,” I giggle, trying to distract him, “my mom is downstairs.”

His smile spreads against my soft lips and his rock-hard dick digs into my thigh. Hazel-brown eyes twinkle with mischief as he squeezes my hip. “Let’s see how quiet you can be, babe.”

His warm lips descend on my neck, and I bury my fingers in his dirty-blonde, tousled hair when he starts to grind against me. Everything about Jaxon is too perfect. He’s the flexing, smiling boy on TikTok that all the girls drool over and a force to be reckoned with on the field.

I’m lucky as hell to have caught his attention, and I know it.

It still doesn’t make it feel right.

“I’m gonna miss this,” he whispers teasingly, his hungry mouth returning to mine. It’s easy to ignore that niggling feeling of unease inside me when he makes my body sing like this.

Jaxon had plenty of experience before we met, unlike me, who had focused on my studies at my previous school.

As soon as I arrived at Skelton High, Jaxon homed in on me. But instead of moving on to the next girl when I rejected him, it only made him more determined.

In the end, I gave in to his charms, and here we are, on my bed, kissing until we’re forced to break apart for air.

Jaxon flashes a pearly white smile that makes his dimples pop, then he snakes his hand beneath my skirt, and my legs fall open when his fingers slide over my damp panties. “You’re wet.”

The niggling feeling of unease inside me is back, but it soon quiets when he moves my panties aside.

“We can’t,” I breathe out, sneaking a look at the door.

“We can.” His heavy gaze demands my attention as he sinks his fingers inside me. “Feels good, huh?”

Whimpering, I fist the sheet at my sides while my core muscles clamp down on him.

Just then, there’s a knock, and I shove him off before scrabbling back on the bed.

“You ready?” my stepdad asks through the door.

“Yes, meet you downstairs.”

Jaxon’s hazel eyes, speckled with green, sparkle as he sucks his fingers clean. He loves to watch me squirm.

Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I rise to my feet and reach for my large suitcase on the floor. Jaxon tries to launch for me again, but I dance away with a laugh.

“Stop it.” I open the door before he can grab me again.

As I turn around, I collide with Melanie, who rips out her earbuds and growls, “Watch it, bitch!”

Before I can respond, she’s descending the staircase.

“Want me to talk to her?” Jaxon asks behind me as he follows hot on my heels. I quickly shake my head. There’s no point; besides, it would only trigger her more. Melanie hates the world.

Her spicy but feminine perfume lingers in the hallway as Jaxon takes my heavy suitcase and carries it downstairs. I watch him go, the sway of his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, and the kink in his blonde hair at the nape of his neck.

He really is sexy, and no girl with two eyes can deny it, yet my emotions are conflicted in a way I don’t understand. Maybe I expected to feel more for him by now. Something beyond this physical attraction?

Chewing on my bottom lip, I follow him downstairs, wondering if I’m with him because it’s good for my image. It’s not a new thought. Ever since the move, I’m not sure who I am anymore.

My stepdad clasps Jaxon’s shoulder as if they’re old buddies. “Good luck with the game on Friday.”

My eyes clash with Melanie’s while my boyfriend and her father continue talking. The contempt in her stormy ocean has me drawing in a shaky breath.

She hates everything about me, and nothing I do will ever make her soften her glare. I’m a people pleaser at heart, so when she continues burning me with the fury in her eyes, I shift on the spot.

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