It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 45.5

WARNING: MATURE-ISH...ER CONTENT AHEAD!!
idk just have fun my little horndogs <33

And P.S ~ No this is still not the smut I told you about in my announcement :))

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Jackson's POV

I don't know how I deserve this.

I don't know how I deserve her. Honestly, I don't. That doesn't mean I'm not damn glad to have her.

A few minutes ago I had her body grinding against mine with my fingers deep inside her.

And Je-sus she felt so fucking good.

And now she's on her knees in front of me, sucking me off like it's her job. I don't know how to feel. Matter of fact, I don't think I can feel anything but my dick in her mouth.

Twenty minutes ago I didn't think another jealousy talk would lead to me fingering her and her blowing me in a bathroom.

A clean bathroom. Everything in here looks untouched and if I had to say, it probably is. The only reason I know this place exists is because Trevor told me about it.

Apparently he did some preemptive scouting and shared his findings with me. Telling me that in case I'm feeling up to it, there's a bathroom all the way in the back on the main floor.

I didn't think I'd be up to it. I didn't think there was even going to be a chance. But we're both jealous horndogs, and now we're here.

And I am not complain–Oh...fuck.

I snap out of my head and look down, remembering the fucking goddess I have in front of me. Feeling her tongue around my tip and her hand pumping what she can't take, feels too good to explain.

Bliss. Heaven. Fucking nirvana.

I don't know. All I know is that when her teary eyes look up to mine—I'm a goner.

I place my hand on the wall in front of me and dig my hand into her hair. "Jesus Christ Em." I squeeze my eyes shut and press my forehead against my arm.

Feeling myself finish in her mouth, then watching her swallow it all and lick up the rest she missed, might make my lower half wake up again.

But, for my sake, it doesn't.

I help her to her feet before pulling my boxers and pants back up. I clasp my buckle back on as she wiggles her panties back up, her cheeks as red as a cherry.

When Emery notices my not so secretive staring, her movements slow. I take her hand and pull her closer, kissing her temple. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

The question is rhetoric, but I want her to know she is. I didn't think her face could get any redder, but her cheeks are flushed now.

I walk her over to the sink and grab a tissue to help clean her up. I do what I can before she takes over.

When she's done I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her temple again because that, and her neck, are my favorite two spots.

"We look good." I whisper in her ear, making an emphasis on we.

We stand in front of the mirror, silent. But not awkward silence, almost a calming one. The air becomes less thick and seeing the two of us in the reflection makes my heart warm.

"Though...I'm sorry I messed up your hair." I continue as her hair has that...right after sex look.

She laughs and places her hands over mine. "Are you always going to make jokes after things like this?"

"Not if you don't want me to." I say, parting her hair the way it was before we came in here.

This earns me another laugh. She turns around and looks at me. For a moment we don't exchange any words, but she looks like she wants to say something.

I almost want to ask her what, but her eyes drift to my neck and she smiles. "You're gonna wear them well."

"And how do you know that?" I ask as her thumb presses the side of my throat.

"Trust me," she smirks. "You will."

I close my eyes and shake my head. Jesus. I step around her and look at myself in the mirror. I mess up my hair and straighten out my suit jacket before deciding I look decent enough.

Enough to convince everyone I've been partying this entire time. And in my own way, I definitely have.

I grin at the red marks splattered across my neck before turning around and looking at the girl who gave them to me.

I pull her into a kiss she doesn't expect. "Okay, let's go." I brush a few strands behind her ears and lead her to the door.

When I grab the handle I feel her hand squeeze mine. "Wait–Jackson..."

I turn around and yet again, she looks like she wants to tell me something. But she hesitates once more. I want to know what she has to say, but I won't push her.

Instead, she hits me with a, "Nevermind." And we're wandering back to the party.

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I think I'm a slut for risky shit in public. It always makes me wanna scream!!

Okay anyways...moving on.

Thoughts???