Loving Jared - Nikita Slater Page 0,23

really opened up about this.

"Do you give him what he wants when he asks for money and other things?" Jared asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.

She didn't say anything and Jared knew the answer. He shook his head. "You can't do that anymore, Amy."

She didn't say anything for several long seconds, then said in a small voice, "But he's my father."

Jared didn't remember his parents. As far as he was concerned, his best friend Vince was mother, father, brother and anything else he needed. Jared acted as the same for Vince. They’d both grown-up as orphaned brats in a motorcycle clubhouse. Though he’d never had it confirmed, Jared suspected that they'd been sold to the club. As children, they'd made excellent drug runners. No one suspected children as young as they'd been. Their sharp wit and fast reflexes were prized by the club.

Unfortunately, as they grew into tall, gangly teens, the club’s use for them dwindled, along with its loyalty.

Jared tried to put himself in Amy’s shoes, tried to imagine having a complete family, with all of its joys and all of its problems. "I understand he's your dad, Amy, but you can't enable him. He'll never learn to take care of himself, never understand what he did to this family as long as you're helping him."

"I know," she said in a small voice. "I just hope he doesn't get out."

Jared decided that he better start looking into her father's situation. If Michael Funk was at any risk of getting out of prison, Jared wanted to know immediately. It didn't seem likely that a man who murdered his wife would get out after only a couple years, but Jared had seen more fucked up things in his time, so he wouldn't put it past the justice system. People with minor drug charges could rot in jail for 20 years, 30 years, a lifetime, while others, like Amy's father, in for murder, could get out in 10 to 15. Didn't seem fair.

Jared pressed his lips to Amy's head, but didn't say anything. He wanted to make her feel better but refused to lie to her. He wouldn't start their brand-new relationship with any lies.

Instead, he tried for reassuring. "You know you can always talk to me. About anything. I will always listen, and if you want, I'll do what I can to help."

She tipped her head back to look at him, her eyes questioning. She was so achingly beautiful that he just wanted to worship every part of her, wanted to watch her eyes light up with happiness, the clouds of her past drifting away.

"Why do you care so much?" she asked hesitantly, almost as if afraid of the answer.

Jared wanted to use the ‘L’ word, but it wasn't time yet. He didn’t want to freak her out. Besides, he wasn't sure he was ready to say it. He never said it to anyone in his life. Didn't have anyone to say it to except Vince, and Vince wasn't the kind of guy he said something like that to.

"Because I care."

Jared smothered whatever else she intended to say in a long, lingering kiss. As their lips met and a flare of heat erupted between them, the world faded away. It was only the two of them, there on that ratty couch, in a living room littered with children's toys, in a house that had seen more tragedy than any other on the block.

Amy twisted her body until her breasts were pressed against him and she was able to kiss him more fully. Jared didn't hesitate. He crushed her against him, tangling his hand in her hair at the base of her neck and anchoring her to him. His other hand ran up and down her back, hovering just over her ass. As he worked her lips, he slid his hand up under her skirt. He paused for a few seconds and when she didn’t shove his hand away, he continued his upward path, toying with the lacy edge of her panties.

Amy moaned and twisted even more, until she was able to straddle his lap, her knees on either side of him, her crotch pressed down on top of his. She rubbed her covered pussy against the raging hard on he was sporting beneath his jeans. A kaleidoscope of colours shot through Jared's brain, exploding any rational thought he might have had. For a few horrifying seconds, he thought he was going to shoot his load right there in his pants.

Amy's