Page 99 of Forgive You

I clear my throat, then plaster a smile on my face. “Yeah, it was just some telemarketer. You know how annoying they are.”

I don’t miss Jason’s skeptical expression, but a loud snore that can wake the dead echoes through the vehicle. With wide eyes, I glance backward.

Ford’s neck rests against the seat, his mouth agape and his eyes closed. He looks exactly like you think he’d look after getting arrested in a bar brawl. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s gonna be drooling over Jason’s leather in the next five minutes.

“Do you know what's bothering him?” I peek at Jason, guilt settling on my chest as I use this as the perfect distraction.

He shrugs.

“A lot of things. I know his mom abandoned him. He found his ex in bed with a guy from the Panthers. He won’t talk about any of it, though. I tried a couple times. So did Jordan. He has a big mouth, but he doesn’t say a lot.”

Clearly.

He’s fun to be around, never at a loss for words, but that same mouth also tends to get him in trouble.

Violent and TMZ-worthy trouble.

“Is his dad still in the picture?”

Jason nods, flicking on his turn signal. “He’s his hero. But other than that, it’s mostly me and Jordan.”

My heart beats a little faster for this man. It motivates me to be honest with him and ask for his help in the thunderclouds above my head. But at the same time, it justifies my reason not to.He would go the distance without asking any questions.Without thinking about himself for just a second.

Because that’s not who Jason Spencer is.

It’s why I have to think of him first.

“It’s sweet, you know? You taking care of Ford like he’s family. You really care about him, don’t you?”

“He drives me nuts, but yeah, I do.” He chuckles under his breath, rubbing a hand over his face, then reaches out to link it with mine.

The move feels intimate, calming my racing heart to a comforting pace. My fight-or-flight mode is pushed even furtherto the background, and I settle deeper into the seat, my head turned his way as I let my head rest.

The warmth of our intertwined fingers settles me, grounds me, and just for a brief moment, I wonder if we can just keep driving and leave all this bullshit behind.

I smile when he finds my eyes. “I always loved that about you. Your loyalty for the people you care about.”

The gaze I get in return is warm, but also laced with a little worry. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He squeezes. “I got you, you know that, right?”

A ball grows in the back of my throat and it’s taking the biggest effort to keep the tears behind my eyes.

“Jules?” He demands my attention once again. “There’s nothing I wouldn't do for the people I care about.”

I know that.

And isn’t that exactly my problem?

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Look, I love my girl’s pussy spread out in front of me, I do. In any other given situation, I'd take full advantage and feast.

But this is the first time in my life when a girl has her legs up, pussy bare, and I’m anythingbutturned on.

I’m fucking raging.

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