Love You Now (Book Two: Love Hurts Duet)

by M. Robinson

Groaning from deep within my chest, my head fell back against the sand. Feeling the heat and wetness of pussy for the first time was a sensation I wasn’t expecting to experience.

  Not here.

  Not now.

  Not like this.

  With her...

  Up and down she went, over and over again.

  “I’ll always be the guy in her life. You’re nothin’ but the boy she fuckin’ hates.”

  A growl escaped my lips.

  “The only difference between you and I, Jackson, is that she loves me back.”

  Cash’s words were driving me to the brink of insanity.

  “I don’t want Harley.”

  “Then prove it.”

  “Motherfucker...”

  I wasn’t thinking three steps ahead, immediately pissed at myself for allowing this to happen in the first place.

  Pussy boy baited me, knowing exactly how I’d react, fully aware of what I’d do.

  How I would fuck up.

  “Willow.” I gripped onto to her hips. “This isn’t a good idea—”

  “Shhh...” She leaned forward, kissing my neck. “Just lay there and enjoy it.”

  I gave in, picturing Harley on top of me instead.

  It was her tits that bounced.

  Her hips that curved.

  Her soft moans stirring my balls to fuckin explode.

  There was no controlling the internal battle that was holding me hostage. Imagining a girl who wasn’t there.

  Riding me.

  Fucking me.

  Making me feel so goddamn good.

  “Harley...”

  “What?” Willow panted.

  “I left Cash to come here, didn’t I? For you.”

  “That’s not good enough.”

  “Will anythin’ ever be good enough for you?”

  “Not when it comes to you.”

  In two seconds flat, I grabbed onto her neck and flipped her over. Now I was the one on top.

  “Yes...” she panted as I roughly thrust deep inside of her, clawing at my back.

  Jagged thrust after thrust, I fucked her.

  Simply wanting to get this over with, praying like hell Harley wouldn’t find out. Only adding to the unanswered questions and the unsaid bullshit which was always placed in between us.

  “You know what?” Harley spewed. “Be alone. But know this, Rudolph ... you did this. You pushed me away. You treated me like shit when I was just tryin’ to be here for you. You want to live by yourself? Never let anyone in? Why? Huh? Ever ask yourself that, tough guy?!”

  “Harley, don’t.”

  “Don’t what? Huh? Tell you the truth? You think I’m so stupid, naïve, your perfect little play toy ... you think I don’t know you’re scared, that you live life in fear of the unknown.”

  “Yesssss ... just like that. Harder ... faster...”

  “Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up,” I growled, unsure of who I just said that to.

  I didn’t want to see her face.

  Listen to her voice.

  Think about the memory that was controlling me.

  Without thinking twice about it, I turned Willow’s ass around to hit it from behind.

  Because this memory.

  What I said to her.

  Was always too much to bear for me.

  “Let’s get one thing straight, Harley Jameson. I don’t need you to check on me. I don’t need you to tell me what I need. I had a mother for that, and she’s fuckin’ gone just like everyone I love will be. I don’t need anyone. I didn’t invite you here, you forced your way in.” I tugged her to my chest, whispering in her ear, “And if I needed a play toy, it wouldn’t be you.”

  “You feel so good, Jackson ... keep going, I’m almost there...”

  Willow shivered and her pussy pulsated, tightening around my cock so fuckin’ hard.

  Fueling my fire, I thrust harder and faster. Each thrust more calculated and demanding than the last. The slapping sound of my balls against her clit echoed in the wind. It wasn’t until I hit what felt like her g-spot that I almost lost my shit. Really driving me over the edge.

  I huskily groaned, “I’m gonna come.”

  When a loud gasp tore through the breeze at the exact time I gazed up, mid thrust.

  “Fuck...” I growled, instantly stopping.

  Locking eyes with the girl I was just imagining I was balls deep inside, just to come.

  For a split second, I thought my drunken stupor was messing with me again.

  Envisioning Harley.

  Except, it was the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, the feel of her heart breaking...

  Maybe?

  Was she hurting? Or was I imagining that too?

  The emotions I wasn’t expecting shook me to my core as she stared straight at us.

  Not us.

  Me.

  Making it hard to breathe, to catch my bearings, to apologize right there and then.

  Our eyes never wavered from one another as my body moved on its own accord, pulling out of Willow’s soaking wet pussy.

  Slowly, I stood, like a bomb was about to go off. Pitifully trying to find my balance.

  “Fuck, I’m drunk,” I slurred under my breath.

  “Jackson, what the hell?” Willow shouted while I tucked my dick back into my pants.

  I knew the Gremlin better than she knew herself. She was about to haul ass.

  Away from me.

  “You fuckin’ liar!” she seethed, doing exactly what I just thought. She didn’t hesitate, taking off in the opposite direction.

  “We both know the only guy Harley is ever runnin’ from is you.”

  Cash fuckin’ McGraw.

  Sobering me right the fuck up, I chased after her, shouting, “Harley!”

  Her feet pounded against the sand, kicking up dirt. I’d never seen her run this fast in my entire life. Lighting the fire in my limbs I needed, sprinting faster behind her.

  There was no way she could outrun me. This was the shit I did every day.

  My feet tore through the sand, getting closer and closer to her.

  “Harley, stop running!”

  She didn’t listen, she never fuckin’ did.

  I couldn’t blame her, but her rejection didn’t stop me. If anything, it made me want her that much more.

  With a shaky hand, I gripped onto her arm. Forcefully spinning her to face me. Immediately blasted with the scent of her hair, skin, and lips.

  “Nobody smells like Harley does. The strawberry scent of her hair, her soft vanilla scented skin, and my personal favorite, her cherry lips.”

  “You fuckin’ liar!” she yelled, trying to knee me in the balls.

  “For fuck’s sake, relax!” I ordered, trying to block her assault and the sound of Cash’s voice in my head.

  “You disgust me! I can’t believe you! Just two hours ago you were tellin’ me you were a virgin and wanted to save it for someone special!”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “Yes, you did!”

  The quicksand of her accusations dragged me under. I held onto her arms firmer, steadying my composure as best as I could.

  It didn’t help.

  Every excuse.

  Every explanation.

  Every lie...

  I told myself.

  Engulfed me, hurting me in ways I assumed I just hurt her.

  The biggest problem in my life was I was impulsive, acting on feeling alone.

  “Harley, don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t mean it like that.”

  “Fine! Then let me go!”

  There was nothing left for me to say, except the truth. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me! I fuckin’ hate you!”

  I winced, hearing her say those words for what felt like the hundredth time, but for the first time...

  It felt like she meant them.

  “It’s not what you think,” I stated, wanting her to understand it wasn’t.

&n
bsp; “Really? ’Cuz it sure as shit looked like you were fuckin’ her!”

  “I was.”

  “Ugh!” she shouted at my blatant display of honesty. “Let go of me!”

  She was missing the point.

  “It was just a fuck! What’s your problem?”

  “Fuck you!”

  “Do what you do best, Pierce, go push her away some more. ’Cuz let me tell ya, nothin’ tastes better than kissin’ away her tears.”

  I couldn’t help myself, I never could. “What? You gonna go find Cash, baby girl?”

  “Leave him out of this! This has nothin’ to do with him!”

  “That’s where you’re wrong.”

  He was the reason I was in this fuckin’ mess. Goddamn pussy boy.

  The next thing I knew, she ripped her arms out of my strong grip. “I fuckin’ hate you. I believed you. I wanted to believe you. I thought...” She shook her head, holding back the tears. “I mean ... I just thought ... you were talkin’ about me in there...”

  Was I talking about her?

  When did our hate become so fuckin’ confusing?

  “I never wanna speak to you again. If you come near me, I swear I’ll tell my father anythin’ to make you go away for good. I hope she was worth it, ’cuz you lost me. Your fuckin’ play toy!”

  I was about to tell her she couldn’t have been more wrong.

  She may have been a lot of things, though play toy was never one of them. At least not the way she was implying.

  Never did I expect her to reveal, “Remember your question on the roof after your mom’s funeral? What else had your mom given me? Well here’s your answer. She gave me this before she died.” In an instant, she pulled out what looked like an envelope from her purse.

  “She said I was the only one she trusted to give it to you when the time was right. But I never plan to speak to you again! So here you go, asshole!”

  “The fuck?” I breathed out, blown away by what she just shared.

  It wasn’t until she slapped the envelope on my chest, announcing, “Here are the results of your DNA Dementia test.”

  That she killed a huge part of me...

  I could never hide from.

  Chapter 4

  <>Jackson<>

  Now: Twenty-five-years-old

  “Dadda! Dadda! Dadda!” Bay shouted, loud and fuckin’ clear at the ass crack of dawn.

  Our baby girl’s favorite morning routine consisted of seeing how early she could wake me up.

  Do you think she ever did this to her mother?

  Fuck no.

  “Hey, baby,” I groaned, stirring awake. Quickly feeling little fingers opening my eyes for me.

  “Dadda, you sweepin’?”

  “Not anymore.”

  “Did you have a bad dweam?”

  “No, baby. Only good dreams, of you.”

  “That’s ’cuz I’m your pwincess.”

  “That’s right.”

  “Dadda, you gotta open your eyes if yous awake.”

  “They’re open.”

  “Nah uh, wook.” She let go of my eyelids, and they closed. “See...”

  “Bailey, is it still dark out?”

  “Shhh ... the sun still sweepin’.”

  “Maybe you should be sleeping too?”

  “I ain’t tiwed no more.”

  “You’re not tired anymore?”

  “Dats what I said.”

  I chuckled, I couldn’t help it. She was as adorable as she was a pain in my ass. Exactly like her mother.

  “Baby, where’s Momma?”

  “She ain’t here. Wook.”

  My eyes fluttered open, finding her side of the bed empty and cold. It wasn’t unusual to find her missing before I woke up. That was if she even slept next to me at all. My gaze shifted toward the clock on the nightstand that read a little past six in the morning.

  “Bay, it’s still dark out, baby.

  “Da sun must be sweepy den ’cuz time to get up.”

  “How about we just do lovies for a little while?” I suggested her term for cuddling.

  She narrowed her mischievous stare at me, contemplating if this was a trick or not.

  It was.

  “Wuvies?”

  Bailey was all for the snuggling and attention. She ate that shit right up like every other girl I’d ever met. Except, baby girl was the only one I ever wanted to hold in my arms. Aside from her mother.

  Though, after all these years, Harley still didn’t believe that one.

  “Otay, Dadda, but only for dis many.” She held up five fingers.

  “Okay, for an hour because you insist.”

  She nodded, agreeing with me.

  Thank fuck baby girl didn’t know how to tell time yet. Tugging her toward me, she crawled up my sheet covered legs, kneeing me right in the balls.

  I groaned, fighting the throbbing in my boys. “Did your mother teach you how to do that?”

  She giggled, laying her head on my chest. Where all was suddenly right in my world. Instantly bringing back the memories of all the times she’d slept just like this.

  On me.

  Bailey always wanted her daddy.

  For the first year of her life, I swear she passed out only on my chest.

  I scratched her head, playing with her wavy blonde hair between my fingers. Lulling her back to sleep. It always worked, she loved getting her head rubbed.

  The scent of her coconut baby shampoo lingered in between us, soothing me back to sleep as well. Before I knew it, I passed out again. Simply to be woken up by the smell of coffee and bacon in the air.

  My eyes stirred open, finding baby girl missing from my arms.

  I shot straight up.

  “Bailey!”

  The sound of her giggles coming from the monitor on my nightstand let me know she was alright and safe. She must’ve been with her mother, the woman who hated me now more than ever before.

  You’d think having a family together would have changed her feelings toward me.

  Fuck no.

  If anything, it just made her despise me further with no remorse.

  Fuck it.

  It was too early for this shit.

  One foot in front of the other, I stepped out of bed. Tucking away my morning wood and adjusting my boys as I headed straight for the shower.

  Fuckin’ Gremlin.

  While I was bathing, I repeated, “Breakfast, meeting with my agent, working out, another meeting with my manager, practice...” Again, and again, making my mind work overdrive. Stimulating it like I did every morning.

  After I finished getting ready for the day ahead, I packed my gym bag and threw it over my shoulder before making my way into the kitchen.

  “Dadda!” Bailey celebrated, happy to see.

  At least one Pierce in this household loved me unconditionally. Harley, on the other hand, stiffened at the mention of my name.

  She was standing in front of the expresso machine with her back to me.

  I grinned, she always looked so tiny in the morning. Wearing only her silk robe and tank underneath. I’d know, I bought them for her.

  Winking at Bailey, I walked over to Harley in two long strides. Pressing my cock against her ass.

  I rested my hands on the counter, caging her in with my arms on the sides of her body to run my nose along the nape of her neck. Inhaling her strawberry hair and vanilla scented skin.

  “Morning, Gremlin,” I rasped, leaving a trail of longing in my wake.

  “Jackson,” she warned.

  “Shhh...” I whispered in her ear. “Bailey’s watching. You wouldn’t want her to think Momma doesn’t love Daddy, now would you?”

  She turned her head, lovingly smiling at our daughter. “Bay, why don’t you go get ready for Mommy and me yoga?”

  “Yay!” she squealed and took off running toward her bedroom. “I wove yogas!”

  Harley didn’t miss a beat, abruptly turning around and shoving me away from her. I didn’t move, thrusting my di
ck into her pussy instead.

  “Ugh. You’re disgustin’.”

  “You’re my wife. I have needs.”

  “Oh, you mean your groupies aren’t meetin’ them anymore? Poor baby, what a shame.”

  “Harley...”

  “Isn’t that why all the girls that hangout at the hotels for away games have to sign non-disclosure agreements? So it doesn’t get back to us”—she used air quotes with her fingers—“football wives?”

  I narrowed my eyes at her, lighting gasoline to the flames around us was always what I did best.

  “You’re the one who wanted our marriage this way, sweetheart.”

  <>Harley<>

  Then: Twenty-four years old

  My mouth dropped open.

  Shameless bastard.

  “I didn’t want a marriage at all, remember? You tricked me.”

  “Right ... ’cuz I pushed you out in front of me at the clubhouse.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry I saved your life from my father murderin’ you.”

  “Oh, that’s right...” he mocked my tone. “I’m supposed to be thankful you rescued poor little ol’ me. You get to live the life of a fuckin’ queen on my dime, while I—”

  “Get to spend half the year livin’ in hotels travelin’ the United States. ’Cuz, you know? Jackson Pierce, star quarterback of the North Carolina Panthers is God and can do no wrong.” I put my hand on my chest. “My consolation prize is findin’ women’s panties in your duffle bag when you come home. Wow. What a splendid life you’ve given me, dickwad.”

  “I told you to stop doing my laundry. We have a maid for that.”

  “Oh, well then please enlighten me on how I can repay my beloved husband?”

  “You made the rules, Harley, I’m just playing by them. I’m a man. I have needs. What do you expect from me? Pussy gets thrown at my cock by every woman other than my own wife. You won’t let me touch you, let alone sleep in the same bed as me. How do I know you’re not getting railed by someone else’s dick? ’Cuz it sure as fuck ain’t mine.”

  I could see it in his eyes, he genuinely thought I was fuckin’ around on him. Might as well go along with the accusations.

  At the end of the day, I wanted out of this charade.

  “That’s exactly what I’m doin’ when you’re on the road, Jackson. It’s like a revolvin’ door in this house for random men.”

  Growlin’ deep within his chest, he got right in my face. “If I ever find out another man has been inside what’s mine, I’ll snap his fuckin’ neck. Do you understand me?”