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262 pages, ebook
First published April 21, 2015
I'm twenty, and all I know about myself is that I love Tatum Brandt. Two years ago, I thought that was enough.
“I left so I could be a better man for you. So I could come back for you.”Jared feels trapped. Not with Tate necessarily, but with his life. He’s got to make a change, to figure out what he wants to do with his life. To be a better man for her. Tate takes this the wrong way and Jared doesn’t do the best job reiterating whats going on. The miscommunications between them are both of their faults and it causes Jared to go years without much communication with anyone in their gang. But now, it's two years later and Jared is back in town. Something brought him home and he’s facing Tate.
I wanted her to love me again. I wanted her to say she was mine. And I didn’t want to have to bully her about it, either.There were things about Tate in this story that irked me. She was hurt and made a few poor choices in my opinion. Jared may have went about things the wrong way, but his heart was always in the right place. I love how he loves Tate. Completely.
‘At ten years old, Jared was my friend. At fourteen, my enemy; at eighteen, my love; and at twenty, my heartbreak. I’d known him more than half my life, and although the roles had changed, his impact was always all consuming.
Always.’
‘Tate was different.
I shook my head and turned my gaze back to the track, seeing her hop out of her car and talk with the other drivers. So confident. So strong.
But the way I wanted her was still the same.
Jax was right. I could go around about it for days or weeks or another two years, but I’d still come to the same conclusion as he did this afternoon. I loved Tate, and I would always love her.’
“I’m never letting you go again, Tate,” I whispered, almost desperate. “I’m your friend forever, and if that’s all I get, then that’s what I’m taking, because only when you’re here” – I took her hand and placed it on my heart – “do I feel like my life is worth a damn.”
‘“It’s easier to be angry and pass judgment than it is to take a chance. It feels stronger.”
I felt his chest inflate with a breath. “Yeah, I know that feeling.”
I laid the side of my face on his back, hugging him close. “Nothing feels right without you. Not school or home,” I cried. “Everything is just giving me enough air to get to the next day without you. I never stopped being yours.”
He dropped his head back, letting out a sigh.
I swallowed, taking my chance. “I love you, Jared. I’ve always loved you, and I will always love you.”
There was no one but him, and even when he wasn’t around, he was. I would never be free of him – because I didn’t want to be.’
‘I ignored truth and reason, because it was easier to believe that my power defined me rather than admitting I needed anyone. Rather than admitting the reality.
That I loved Tate.
That she loved me.
And that together we were invincible.
It has taken me years to learn, but I’d spend the rest of my life making up for it.’
She looks up at me with a small smile, and I start to grow hard as I think about her open for me on the bed. I can close my eyes and go at her, get lost in the act and let go of my anger and pain and use her like I have so many other women.
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I hate to put it like this, but the raw truth? My pride can't take it. I can't be the deadbeat boyfriend doing shit with his life as he figures himself out while she's there to see it.
"I just need time," I plead. "Some space, to figure out who I am and what I want."
I should've sat her down and eased her into it. But I don’t know how to do that shit. I don’t know how to be gentle.
"I have to have Tate in my life. She’ll wait for me."
"I couldn’t see her and not want her. Or not want to hate her."
"When she wakes, I have to hurt her."
“You’re a lot of things,” she continued, folding her arms across her chest, “but you’re not sexist.”
"It was always the same with these women."
She looks up at me with a small smile, and I start to grow hard as I think about her open for me on the bed. I can close my eyes and go at her, get lost in the act and let go of my anger and pain and use her like I have so many other women.
“I think she knew you would never have forgiven her,” Madoc added. “And she would never have forgiven herself once she got her head out of her ass.”
Jared looked up at me, raising himself higher as I shook my head. “No,” I warned, knowing what he was going to do. But he let out a low breath and sank his lips onto my skin anyway, covering my entire nipple with his mouth.
When he actually tried to get to second base, he’d asked me if it was okay. I felt bad for feeling disappointed. He was only being polite, after all. He’d wait for my say-so, and I wasn’t sure if that would ever turn me on.
"In fact, I’m steel-rod straight right now."
“Everywhere you kiss her,” Jared belted out to us from behind—and I noticed bystanders turning to look—“just remember that my tongue was there first.”
“Does she still like it in the morning?” he taunted. “That’s when she has the most energy.”
He jerked me into his body. “It will be my ring on your finger and my kids in your belly someday.”
I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I never wanted other women.” His thick voice was practically a whisper. “I left so I could be a man for you. So I could come back to you.”
“You always liked my tits,” she taunted.
"My dick was fucking begging for her warmth."
"She wrapped her smooth fingers around my dick, which stood as stiff as a flagpole."
“Oh, Christ,” I groaned, gripping one of her tits so hard I was probably bruising it. “Baby, your hips are like a fucking machine.”
“Come on,” I urged, feeling her hair and her sweat graze my fingers on her back. “I want you spread for me on the hood, so I can taste how wet you are.”
“You’re a brat!” I saw him growl in the middle of the crowd.
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"I'm twenty, and all I know about myself is that I love Tatum Brandt."
"Fuck me, Tate.
Fuck me like you hate me."
"Jared devoured me like food. No one loved me like he did, and I lived him. And loved him."
And that was it. No more talking, no more arguing, no more denying what couldn't be changed..... I only lived in her orbit, and I would die there, too. There was no choice to be made.
"I know you loved me. I never wanted you unhappy... But I don't trust you. You always desert me."and he gets really mad and says cruel things. He is a bipolar character for me. He is mad at her because she tried to move on when this is all HIS fault. It's a game of "She did this, so I did this."
“Would it have been better if I had never left? Would you still love me if I kept living a lie?”
“I love you. I love you so goddamn much. I just…I just need time, some space, to figure out who I am and what I want.”
“I hate feeling like I’m a lost puzzle piece. Where the hell did I fit?”
“The players might be the same, Jared, but the game has changed.”
“I left so I could be a man for you. So I could come back to you.”
“I’m a better man, but there’s never been a better woman for me. There’s never been anyone like you.”
“Everything else may change, but never the way I love you.”