Love You Now (Book Two: Love Hurts Duet)

by M. Robinson

  Her old man, he eyed me up and down with a look of pure hatred before stepping up into my face. Spewing, “I meant what I said. My baby girl is mine. And if you for one second think otherwise, I will lay your ass to ground. Ya feel me?”

  I didn’t back down. “She can be both of ours.”

  “What the crap?” Harley spoke. “I ain’t a dog! Teddy, come on, let’s go!” She gripped onto my arm. “You too, Rudolph, before my daddy kills you.” Kissing her mom on the cheek and then her old man, she added, “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”

  Harley pulled me away, moving quickly toward Shiloh’s Suburban. Dragging me behind her.

  “That was the best shit I’ve seen all day.” Trigger laughed his ass off. “Bro, I thought you were gonna shit your pants.” He sniffed the air. “Did you shit your pants? Fuck, I think I may have shit mine.”

  “Thanks for the help, dickwad.”

  “The fuck was I supposed to do? I live by a code, dodge the father, ram the daughter. And her old man is scary as fuck. I thought he was gonna shoot you. You think it was loaded?”

  “Of course it was,” Harley answered for me. “He takes it with him when he goes to check the mail.”

  Shiloh was sitting behind the wheel, giggling away. “What? I’m sorry. It was really funny to watch. I thought my daddy was bad, but Jesus, Harley. Your daddy don’t play. He held a gun up to Jackson. That’s just wrong on so many levels.”

  “Yeah, he gives zero fucks on what’s right and what’s wrong.” Gremlin took a deep breath. “Can we stop talkin’ about my daddy now?”

  Teddy ran up to me, going crazy at my feet.

  I crouched down, scratching his face as he licked mine. “Hey, buddy? How’s my boy?”

  “Come on, Teddy. Get inside.”

  “Go. Listen to your momma.”

  He jumped in the back seat, and I helped Harley with her bag and Teddy’s stuff, closing the trunk behind me. We walked around the back to the front of the Suburban, Harley stopping dead in her tracks. Seeing Trigger stepping in to sit shotgun.

  “Ummm... I’m not sittin’ in the back with him,” Harley declared, looking at Trigger and then Shiloh.

  I was already sitting in the back seat, sprawled out like the king I was. “Why, baby girl? Scared you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”

  “Oh my God.” She shook her head, looking at Trigger with wide eyes. “It’s a seven-hour drive. I’ll kill him. I can’t sit back there.”

  “Babe,” Shiloh pleaded, looking at him in a way he’d never have a chance to win.

  “Oh, Shy ... you have no idea how much you’re gonna owe me.”

  “Pleaseeeeee...”

  He scoffed out a chuckle and moved aside so Harley could sit up front.

  Fuckin’ brat.

  Two could play this game.

  Once we were on the road, I started conjuring up my plan. For the last hour, I did everything I could think of to annoy her.

  Taunting.

  Teasing.

  Bullying.

  My last resort, Teddy.

  “I know, buddy. You love me so much more than you love Harley. Gremlin,” I sang out loud. “Teddy says he wants to come live with me. He’s thinks he can help me score chicks. What do you think, Trigger? This dog would attract a lot of pussy, right?”

  “Oh man ... you’re askin’ for it,” she muttered under her breath.

  I was.

  I wanted it.

  All of it.

  Her.

  “Teddy, I know why your momma sucks so bad. She’s just a girl.”

  “That’s it!” She roughly unbuckled her seat belt and spun around.

  I cocked my head to the side, grinning. “What are you gonna do, Gremlin?”

  “I’m gonna make you shut the fuck up!”

  Trigger swiftly moved out of the way as she hauled ass over the center console to the back, tackling me. She slammed my back into the seat and straddled my waist. Pitifully holding me down.

  “Always knew you wanted to ride me.” In two seconds flat, I turned her over. Pinning her beneath me instead.

  “You’re an asshole! I hate you.”

  I smiled, I win.

  Leanin’ in close to her ear, I whispered,

  “I got you to sit in the back with me, didn’t I?”

  Chapter 12

  <>Harley<>

  After sufferin’ in the car I was thrilled to have my own space to breathe until Jackson barged in through the door of my room at the log cabin, throwin’ his big ass duffle bag on my bed.

  Taken back, I questioned, “What the hell do you think you’re doin’?”

  He didn’t hesitate, jumpin’ on the mattress. Layin’ his ass in the middle of the bed with his head against my pillow and one arm behind his stubborn skull.

  “Our room, Gremlin.”

  “Excuse me, what?”

  Teddy followed in his footsteps, quickly hoppin’ up and ploppin’ down right next to him. Happy as could be that he was there with us.

  “Traitor,” I scolded my furry friend who liked this dumbass more than me.

  “Teddy, it’s okay. Your Momma’s just jealous ’cuz you love me more than her.”

  I couldn’t even argue you that, he totally did.

  Which proved one thing and one thing alone, Jackson Rudolph Pierce would forever be a thorn in my side. Just when I thought we’d reached neutral territory, boom—he throws me for another loop. Considerin’ he me made me scratch his back for the last hour of our car ride. Makin’ me think we were in the friend zone again, but nope.

  Dead fuckin’ wrong.

  “You heard me.”

  “Rudolph, you’re not sleepin’ in here.”

  “It’s a big enough bed for all of us, right, Teddy?”

  I swear my dog nodded and winked at the bastard.

  “What part of my father murderin’ you didn’t you understand? You’re so quick to forget the gun aimed at you just hours ago.”

  “I’m just doing what I promised.”

  “By tryin’ to sleep with his daughter—”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He put his hands up in the air, offended. “I never said anything about fuckin’ you, Gremlin.” He winked, and Teddy covered his face as if he was embarrassed or somethin’.

  “You’re traumatizin’ my dog and his virgin ears.”

  “How about your virgin ears?”

  “Get out of my room!”

  “Harley, I shouldn’t be held responsible ’cuz you can’t resist me. Not that I blame you, I’m very irresistible.”

  “Ugh. You’re so full of it.”

  “I’m just trying to protect you.”

  “From what exactly? Big Foot?”

  “Well, I mean, he is a legend for fuck sake.”

  I shook my head, hidin’ back a smile. Grabbin’ his duffle bag off my bed, I chucked it out the door. “You’re not sleepin’ with me.”

  “There you go thinking with your pussy again. I’m not a piece of meat, Harley.”

  “Oh my God,” I scoffed out a chuckle. “Get out of my room!”

  He didn’t.

  The rest of the day went off without a hitch. We all got settled in and unpacked before devisin’ a plan for the rest of the trip. Let’s just say, shoppin’ was added, considerin’ I threw all of Jackson’s clothes off the outside balcony in my room. Claimin’ the bears needed them more than he did.

  He wasn’t amused.

  I, on the other hand, thought I deserved a prank of the year award.

  Our next stop was the grocery store to stock the fridge. While Shiloh and I were worried about what we’d be eatin’ and cookin’, the boys were more concerned with scorin’ booze. Which they did, usin’ their fake IDs.

  “If you would have gotten arrested, I wouldn’t have bailed you out,” Shiloh told Trigger.

  “Shy, do I look like a boy? Baby, you know I’m all man.” He grabbed his junk. “These here are man balls.”

  We busted out laughin’, un
able to contain ourselves. He was such a smartass.

  Trigger drove us back to the cabin, and Shiloh and I proceeded to get everythin’ ready to grill out by the campfire. The boys built our fire, shootin’ the shit with some of our friends from school who were there as well.

  Later that night as we all sat by the bonfire, Jackson handed me the last bite of his S’more without me even askin’. My belly fluttered in a million somersaults, one right after the other by his gesture. The women in our families always said that last bites meant love. Especially to a guy since all they wanted was to be fed.

  I didn’t acknowledge how it made me feel, at least I thought I didn’t until Jackson kissed my bare shoulder. Without usin’ words, he let me know he was thinkin’ the same thin’ I was. Causin’ my stomach to flutter all over again.

  “Alright, Pierce, you’re up! Tell us one hell of a scary story,” Trigger interrupted, oblivious to the fact he was interruptin’ a moment.

  Takin’ a swig of his beer, Jackson started tellin’ us this tale about a tarantula in the woods. “And so, the woman who wanted to sleep alone, didn’t realize the tarantula of the woods just laid a million eggs in her ear. Only when she woke up the next mornin’ did she notice she couldn’t hear.”

  My eyes widened, fuckin’ terrified. I hated spiders, specifically tarantulas. They were my worst and biggest fear.

  “Oh my God! I can’t hear this anymore. I’m goin’ to bed. Come on, Teddy. Night everyone.”

  “Night, babe!” Shiloh hollered from under her blanket, as scared as I was.

  Walkin’ into the kitchen first, I filled a bowl of water for my boy before goin’ into my room. Closin’ the door behind me, I kicked off my clothes and stepped into the en suite shower, wantin’ to wash away the smell of bug spray and smoke from the fire. Washin’ my hair twice for good measure.

  Steam filled the bathroom, and I savored the sensation of the hot water runnin’ down every inch of my body. Tryin’ my hardest to shake off the butterflies still lingerin’ in my belly from the boy I thought I hated the most.

  Or did I?

  Feelin’ nice and clean, I wrapped a warm towel around my body, dryin’ off to throw on a tank and panties. I hated sleepin’ with a lot of clothes. Not only did it make me hot, but there was somethin’ about crawlin’ into crisp sheets with freshly shaved legs.

  Pattin’ the bed, I asked Teddy, “You ready for bed, baby?”

  He barked, jumpin’ up onto the mattress as I pulled back the comforter and sheets. Gettin’ ready to get nice and cozy with the only man that would be sharin’ my bed. There was nothin’ I loved more than the smell of oak and pine all around me. The cabins were my happy place, had been for as long as I could remember. So many amazin’ memories lined these walls from comin’ here as a child with our families.

  Thinkin’ about the last time I was here, I sank into bed, lookin’ up at the ceilin’. My heart seizin’ in my chest almost killin’ me right then and there.

  But I screamed my fuckin head off instead.

  <>Jackson<>

  I darted into Harley’s room like the house was on fire, wearing only my gym shorts. The one thing she didn’t get her hands on.

  Shouting, “The fuck?”

  There was Harley, standing beside her bed dressed in a shirt that barely covered her tits. Jumping up and down still screaming her head off.

  She was pointing at something, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  Her boobs were bouncing over and over again. Accentuating her perfect nipples which were hard as rocks. With her panties riding up her ass.

  She was a wet fuckin’ dream.

  “Jackson! Stop starin’ at me and get it!”

  “Get what?”

  “The tarantula in the woods!”

  The last thing I wanted to do was move my heady stare away from her, however somehow, I found it in me to look at what she was pointing at.

  “Get it! Get it!” She pointed to her eight-legged enemy that was hanging off her headboard. Just chilling.

  I resisted the urge to laugh just because she looked so fuckin’ adorable and irresistible at the same time.

  “Jackson! Why are you just standin’ there? It’s gonna get away and lay eggs in my ears!”

  Being her hero, I quickly sprang into action. Picking up her sneaker to get rid of the problem.

  “Got it.”

  “Is it dead, dead, or just a little dead?”

  I chuckled, flushing the tissue housing the smashed tarantula, as baby girl described it, down the toilet. “It’s resting in pieces, Harley.”

  She was still standing exactly where I left her when I walked out of the bathroom. Looking traumatized and terrified to get back in that bed. Frozen in place.

  “You can get back in bed now.”

  She shook her head. “What if its family comes to get retaliation?”

  “I killed it. Not you.”

  “They don’t know that. What if they come and lay their eggs in my brain, and I wake and have baby spiders growin’ inside me? Like in your story.”

  “Well ... we can’t have that now can we.” I didn’t think twice about it, pulling back the sheets on the other side of her bed. I laid down, and Teddy jumped in right after me, laying at my feet. He made himself at home, and I patted the empty side for her to lay next to me. “I’ll just have to sleep here to protect you.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me, contemplating what I just said. “Oh ... I see what you did there. You set me up! You put that spider in here, didn’t you?”

  I shrugged. “Innocent until proven guilty, Gremlin.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “You did do it!”

  “I can’t confirm nor deny those allegations until my lawyer is present. Where is Shiloh?” I joked.

  “Jackson Pierce, you are rotten to the core!”

  “And yet, who knows how many others may have been planted in this room. Just for you. Your only choice is for me to sleep in here to protect you. It’s a tough job, Harley, but someone’s gotta do it.”

  She glared at me.

  “Take it or leave it, toots. I can go, but I’m not running back in here if you find another one. You’ll be on your own.”

  “This is bullshit.”

  I patted the bed again. “It’s nice and warm for you.”

  “Ugh. You stay on your side, Jackson Pierce. I don’t wanna feel nothin’ that wakes up before I do.”

  “I can’t control my cock, Harley. Especially with you sleeping undressed like that next to me.”

  “I’ll put on some clothes.”

  “Gremlin, let’s face it. You could be wearing a snowsuit, and I’d still wake up with morning wood.”

  “You’re disgustin’.”

  “You’re offending my package. You should kiss it and make it better.”

  “Jackson ... I mean it. Stay on your side.”

  I put my hands out in a surrendering gesture. “I’m not the one you should be worried about. Girls are the ones that love to cuddle and shit. You stay on your side, if you don’t want my dick poking you in the ass in the morning.”

  She grumbled something under her breath and reluctantly got in, placing a big ass pillow in between us. She added, “You better not snore.”

  It didn’t take long for sleep to find me, which was very unusual. I couldn’t remember the last time I fell asleep so easily.

  Never once thinking about the things that would eternally haunt me day in and day out.

  “Mmm ... Jackson,” I heard Harley moan in my dreams. Hmm ... yes ... just ... like ... that...”

  Even in my sleep the little shit consumed me.

  “Yes...” she panted. “Right there...”

  It wasn’t until I felt something wet on my thigh that my eyes instantly shot open.

  “Yes ... I’m so close ... so close...”

  Shaking off the sleep haze, I realized her leg was entwined with mine, and she was the one rubbing against my thigh.

  Not her.
r />   Her pussy.

  Her soaking wet cunt.

  Holy fuck.

  She was humping my thigh. Harley Jameson was fuckin’ my leg faster and faster, and I swear to God I could have come from that alone. My cock stood straight at attention.

  Waiting.

  Hurting.

  Throbbing.

  Against my gym shorts.

  I swallowed hard, not moving a goddamn muscle. Not wanting to wake her up. Feeling like I had just won the golden fuckin’ ticket to my biggest fantasy.

  She fisted the sheets.

  Starting to moan.

  Quiver.

  Her chest rose and fell.

  Her face got flushed.

  Her intoxicating scent only grew stronger and stronger.

  This was a curse and a blessing all at the same time because all I wanted to do was make her come...

  By my hand.

  My mouth.

  My cock.

  Instead, I had to lay there and watch her get off by my leg.

  What. The. Fuck?

  “Uhhh ... feels sooooo good, Jackson ... sooooo good...”

  Yeah, no shit, babe.

  I bit my lip to the point of pain, hearing her say my name. My balls aching for my hand to just touch my dick.

  This was worse than dying a slow, torturous death. You might as well have thrown me in a caged cell because that was what this felt like.

  Her body shook, her chest seized, and her legs locked the hell up around me.

  “I’m gonna come...”

  Yeah, me too.

  And holy shit, did she blow.

  Erupt.

  Fuckin’ explode.

  Warm come coated all the way down my leg.

  I didn’t say a word. I don’t even think I was breathing. I didn’t even touch her, but fuck me...

  It still felt like I made love to her.

  She rode out her ecstasy for what felt like a lifetime, and I think I may have come in my shorts with her. I had sex before, except nothing ever came close to what I had just experienced with her.

  Mind-blowing.

  All stimulating.

  And again, I didn’t even touch her.

  “Hmm ... Jackson...”

  She just got off to me.

  To me.

  “Did ... you ... like ... the ... show?”

  My heart dropped.

  She deviously opened her eyes, staring right at me as if she knew I’d been awake and witnessing her masturbate on my thigh. And then I just knew...