The Alphas Psychotic Mate

Chapter Twenty-Four: Falling For You

"Hey! Why are you crying?" He asked wiping it away and a look of concern crossed his features as he held my face.

"I don't know." I whined and he laughed. As I sucked in a breath of air, trying to steady my beating heart.

"Stop laughing at me." I pouted angrily and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He lightly caressed the side of my face and pressed a kiss to my nose.

"Let's go eat. Stop crying." He whispered.

We ate together happily and the waitress came back numerous times and she was clearly eyeing Jackson. You had to be fucking blind to not see the way she was looking at him. Come on, a delectable young man like that was hard to pass up on and like any other teenage movie, we had to have some whore trying to steal him from me.

"Hey, just wanted to check in." She said resting her hand on his shoulder. My eyes zeroed in on her hand and I frowned, for once I felt heat lick up my spine as I stared at her hand on his shoulder, in a non-platonic way. That is the way I would touch his shoulder if I were chatting him up.

"Thanks, Kelly. We will take-"

"You better remove your hand Kelly before I break it off and throw it out the fucking window." I snapped and she stood up straight with her eyes wide and blinked while looking at me and I sipped my drink.

"You heard me. Take your hand and your flirting little ass and walk away. Get us the bill and I won't kick your fucking ass in front of all these people." I said warned and she removed her hand and nodded.

"Yes...of course." She whispered while walking away.

"You all right, baby?" Jackson chuckled as I made sure little Kelly went back into the kitchen to get us the bill and I turned back to look at Jackson.

"Please, she has been staring at you since you were playing the piano."

"She has also been trying to get me to go out with her for three years." He chuckled while laying a few bills on the table and standing up. Not even bothering with the check or his cash back, I stared at him oddly as he took my hand and brought me along with him outside to his car. 

"Already informed your mom that you are staying at my place." He said while opening my door and I paused and looked at him.

"How? You have my moms number?" I asked.

"Yea. She gave it to me, along with your fathers and uncles. She said if anything were to happen, that you are only one of two girls out of their nieces and daughters."

"That's weird. Don't text them, I'll kill them when I get back." I promised while shaking my head and Jackson laughed as I sat in my seat and he got in on the other side. For the ride home, he kept his hand firmly on my thigh, squeezing it here and there, but just keeping his hand there. We made our way back to Jackson's place and his mom greeted us when we got in.

"Hello, Greyson. I'm Elizabeth, Jack's mom." She said holding out her hand. I shook it and smiled.

"Nice to meet you." I said respectfully and she gave me a big smile.

"As to you. Jack's father is Alpha Gideon, he is busy but he said he wants to meet you." She assured.

"Definitely. Thank you so much for having me." I smiled and Jackson kissed his mother's cheek before taking my hand and leading me upstairs.

"Here." He said handing me a large football shirt and I opened and grimaced at the football on it and I looked at him.

"Football? I'm lacrosse, doll." I smirked and he rolled his eyes while unbuttoning his shirt. I went into the bathroom and unzipped my dress and placed it on the edge of the bathtub. I pulled his shirt on and it came down to the tops of my thighs. I looked at the dress and then at the door.

I opened it quietly and I watched as Jackson hung his shirt up into his closet. He undid his belt and pushed down his pants revealing his legs and my eyes widened at the free show I was getting. I was such a slut, I should be giving him the same privacy he gave me, but now I couldn't look away. The guy had nicer legs than me. All the fucking training he did, bullshit. He then pushed down his black boxers and I felt my cheeks instantly go red at the sight of him.

Never seen a guy naked and Jackson? Jack is looking like a snack, girl. I felt my canines descend and I quickly shut my eyes forcing them back in.

I grabbed the dress and opened the door just as he pulled up new boxers and I made sure my cheeks weren't red anymore and I acted like I didn't see anything as I quietly placed the dress back into its bag. That was until I felt a firm smack on my ass and I squealed while standing up straight, my hands flying back to my ass and I gave Jackson a death glare.

"Jackson!" I growled.

"Couldn't resist." He smirked grabbing me by my waist and turning while looking down at me and I gulped while placing my hands on his very firm chest. Like I said before, Jackson had biceps that were the size of my head and now he was pressed right against me. Bare skin and all and I wasn't too sure what to do.

"You look so good in my shirt. Only one girl has worn my shirt and it was in grade ten. I don't know who she thought she was... but shit." He whispered and I couldn't help but smile.

"I look good in everything." I quickly added, taking my gaze away from his chest.

"You do." He said lightly pushing me onto the bed. I smirked and posed on the bed.

"Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack." I teased and he tossed his head back and laughed. There he stood in the small light with no shirt on, his abs on full display, his tattoos and I couldn't help but swallow the thick ball that was in my throat. I was starving for this man.

You're such a hypocrite, Greyson. Calling a Sarah a slut and here you are, ready to lick his abs.

"Is that the first time you called me Jack, Ms. Blackwood?" He asked.

"No, I think I called you Jack when I was heavily medicated."

"Right. You calling me Jackson is starting to grow on me. I think it is only you who calls me Jackson." He said putting his hands beside by my head. I smiled and ran my hand along his arm, dragging my nails over the muscles in his arms.

He dropped on his side and put his arms around my stomach and rested behind me with his head next to mine and I was disappointed that he didn't try to do something more. Here I was, finally in his bed and now he was just spooning me from behind. He didn't even try to kiss me.

"I have dreamed about this for a while." He admitted.

"Why?" I asked while drumming my fingers along his hand.

"Because, I have completely fallen for you so easily and sometimes I hate it because you didn't like me."

"I do like you. I just don't like showing it. It was always in the back of my mind that you'd find someone better. It still is in the back of my mind."

"Find who? Sarah? Victoria?" He asked.

"Maybe. Cheerleaders. Go to every football game."

"Still waiting for you to come to my games. I have been to yours."

"You have not." I denied.

"I have. Sometimes, I don't sit in the stands. You scare me when you play." He whispered and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Maybe I will come this Friday. Might fight everyone in the stands. Scratch that, every female."

"So, you aren't doing cheerleading anymore?"

"Nope. Can't do it with Sarah. She's backed off but something is up with that girl." I said laying on my arm as he moved his hand to my hip and began running his bare hand along my thigh and I smiled happily at the feeling. I liked having him touch me.

"Ah, don't worry about it too much, baby." He said.

"I don't worry about shit. You should know me, Jackson."

"I know you too well." He laughed while kissing the back of my head.