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“I know, and I fucked up, but I was waiting to get more information. I should have told you everything that was happening so you could have been more aware. I will forever regret my decisions. I needed you to know the truth before we got married or took this relationship further.” I have no clue what to feel right now. I am so hurt that he lied to me, yet I don’t want to feel the betrayal that I feel because I love him so much.

“If you ever lie to me again, Jared, I will not forgive you so easily.” My voice sounds harsher than I meant. Jared lets out a breath and grabs my shoulder, pulling me against his side.

“I’m sorry, baby. I was just trying to protect you from any more pain. I saw what your mother’s death did to you. It killed me to see you that way.” I lay my head on his shoulder. For the rest of the afternoon we sit there in each other’s embrace. No more words are needed.

The drive back is fast. We end up pulling up to the bar. Its loud and I’m feeling a bit apprehensive about going inside. I’m not exactly in the mood to be social. I can see Jared wants to let loose a bit and he deserves it. I can also see his constant worry for me and I feel bad.

We walk into the bar, hand in hand. He greets his buddies and they all give me a hug and tell me they're happy I’m here. His friends are like family, and it feels nice to be a part of that.

“Hey, baby, go take a seat and I’ll bring some drinks over.” Jared kisses me on the mouth and walks over to the bar. He’s wearing a backwards hat tonight and a fitted black shirt, showing off his strong arms and tattoos. My stomach flutters and all I want to do is take him back to our bed.

I sit down with ease and sigh. Looking around I get lost in the moment. Everyone is partying and laughing. Women are hanging all over the men, per usual, and I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Was it always like this for Jared? I bet it was. His life was so different before he met me.

Someone plops down beside me and starts to slur his words. I have no idea who this man is, but he thinks it’s okay to sit with me and put his arm around my shoulder. Instant panic grips mythroat when I feel him against my side. I try to stand, but he urges me to stay.

“Where are you going, beautiful?” He smirks, and all I want to do is run for the hills.

“Can you please leave me alone?” I shudder.

“Relax and have a drink with me.” I visibly start to shake.

He is a large man, with dark hair and gray eyes. His beard is long as he twirls his fingers through it.

“Get the fuck up,” I hear Jared growl, and I still can’t help myself from shaking.

“Sorry, Knox; I didn’t know she was yours.” The man’s eyes widen.

“Apologize to my girl or I will fucking end your life quicker than you can blink.” I watch the man stutter his apology and run out of the bar.

“You okay, baby?” His concerned eyes met mine when he slides in to sit next to me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I may have overreacted a little bit,” I explain, and now I’m thinking it was a bad idea to come here.

“That was kinda hot how you threatened his life, though,” I acknowledge, and he grabs the back of my neck, slamming his mouth to mine. I gasp as his tongue enters my mouth and massages my own.

A light moaning sound comes out of me as I squeeze my legs together. When we both pull back we are a mess of heated breaths and hooded eyes.

“I fucking love you, Erica. You are mine and I will fight until my last breath for you, baby.” His words slam into my heart and find a place to stay. Jared Knox is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. He is strong, smart, and knows what he wants. There is nothing sexier than having a man who can take control.

We spend the better part of the night together, talking and drinking. I finally start to relax. All I want is Jared by my side now and forever.

The night goes by in a flash. We are a little tipsy and plan on crashing here at the bar tonight. There are some spare bedrooms in the back, so we make our way towards one. We enter and close the door behind us. Jared instantly covers his mouth with mine.

Our lips collide with one another as his rough hands grip my waist. He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing to carry us to the small bed. This place is tiny but it will serve its purpose.

“I fucking need to be inside you, babe.” I whimper at his touch. He caresses my body while he tears my clothes off, one piece at a time. He lifts his shirt up over his head and I am met with a beautiful six pack and strong arms. My hands touch his chest and he shivers. He then grabs both my hands and holds them above my head.

“Don’t move them,” he gruffs out, and my long dark hair falls in my face.

He then unbuckles his jeans, taking them off. He springs free and I have to hold back my moan.

Jared then covers me with his body, and the feeling of his hard against my soft makes me writhe in pleasure.

He grabs a hold of my wrists, keeping them in place above my head. His soft lips kiss down my neck and to my breasts. Jared takes one bud in his mouth and sucks, licks, and caresses me just enough to leave my body feeling desired and desperate for him.

His thick fingers easily slide into my folds and my body moves to meet his thrusts. I am fucking his fingers and he is enjoying the show.

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