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Love You Now (Love Hurts Duet #2)
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I should have told her everything.
How much I loved her.
Instead… I claimed her.
My best friend.
From my mind to my heart, to every single bone in my body.
It was always her.
The only thing I feared more than losing her was forgetting her.
She was mine.
I hated her then.
But Harley Jameson was about to find out how much…
I LOVED her now.
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Now: Twenty-one years old
“Stay out of it! This is none of your business!” Harley seethed, walking away from me.
I stood there in a state of fuckin’ shock.
All I could do was think…
One. Bad. Decision.
Too many repercussions.
Too many fucked up emotions.
Too much fuckin’ bullshit and consequences.
I was home for a week, before I had to go back to Tennessee to start football camp for my senior year of college. I’d had scouts on my ass since I was in middle school, but this would be the year I decided the future I wanted.
Choose what team I’d play for in the NFL.
Rubbing the back of my head, I sighed from the sudden splitting headache taking over. Pissed as hell I’d only been home for two days and was already knee-deep in a shit-storm.
I knew this battle was far from over between us. No matter how much shit she spewed out of her loud ass mouth. Even after all these years, Harley still didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. Constantly having to remind her to reel it in.
I don’t know how long I stood there, until I finally got my feet moving to chase after her. Right when she was about to haul ass out of her room at the MC clubhouse, I slammed the door shut from behind her.
Not hesitating for a moment to grab her arm and yank her around to face me again. I locked her in place in front of me, wedged against the door.
This wasn’t the first or the last time I’d manhandle her this way. Trust me…
She liked it.
Looming over her petite frame with a menacing glare, I snarled, “The fuck?” Practically knocked on my ass by what she just said. “Are you fuckin’ with me?”
“Let go of me,” she bit back.
“I’m done discussin’ this with you. Can’t you see I want nothin’ to do with you?”
“Too fuckin’ late for that, Harley. You can’t do this alone. You can’t handle this without me. We wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for me.”
“You are so fuckin’ full of yourself!”
“Shhh … keep your voice down.”
“Why? They’re gonna find out anyway, as soon as I kick your ass if you don’t let me go. Why must you bully your way—”
“Don’t get it confused, sweetheart. I’ve never had to bully my way balls deep inside of you. Half the time I can’t keep you off my dick.”
She gasped, shoving me as hard as she could. I barely wavered.
“Oh, you arrogant fuck!”
“I call it like I see it, Gremlin. And right now, I’m telling you it’s not the right time to tell our families. Stop fighting with me for one goddamn minute, so you can see straight for a second.”
“Jackson, I don’t need you to do this—”
“I’m fuckin’ standing here, aren’t I? I want to be here for you.” I gestured between us. “Do this with you. Why is that so hard for you to understand?”
“There’s a motive. There’s always an ulterior motive with you. This is not about me, it’s about you.”
“No. It’s about you being knocked up ’cuz of me.”
She tried to pull herself out of my grasp, but my grip constricted tighter around her arm. She wasn’t going anywhere unless I wanted her to, and right now she was going to face the truth whether she wanted to or not.
“No matter how hard I get hit on the field, I always get back up. Do you understand me?”
“Are you really givin’ me a pep talk right now? I’m not one of your football groupies, you dick!”
“I’m like that in life too, and I’m a fuckin’ champion ’cuz of it. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix us.”
“There. Is. No. Us.” The little shit’s knee flew up to my balls, but I deflected the assault.
“You fucked it up! Like you fuck everythin’ up! That’s all you do! You fuck shit up!”
“Gremlin,” I rasped through a clenched jaw, sick of hearing her say the same shit over and over again like a broken fuckin’ record. “We were kids.”
“Oh. My. God. Are you seriously tryin’ to justify one fuck up? What about all the other ones, Jackson Pierce?”
I knew what she was referring to, but I refused to go there.
Not after all this…
Her chest was heaving up and down with her lips puckered out. My dick twitched in response.
I wanted to kiss her as much as I wanted her to gag on my cock. Either way it’d shut her up.
“Bottom line, you’re fuckin’ listening to me for once. I’m just trying to take responsibility for this. I’m the only one here who knows you … the real you, Harley. You hate me, I get that, alright? But that doesn’t change the reality I want this … with you.”
She swallowed hard, the honesty in my tone finally getting through her thick Jameson skull.