Page 91 of Creed
It’s one of the reasons I hadn’t noticed Jameson standing at my car until I was just a few feet away. His arms were folded, and his cut was pulled tight across his broad chest. The sight of his handsome face and the look of love in his eyes had all my emotions hit me all at once.
The fear.
The doubt.
The ache in my chest that hadn’t stopped since Brian threatened me.
Most of all, the love I felt for the man standing in front of me.
It was all-consuming.
And right then and there, I broke. The tears started to fall once more, and before I collapsed into a puddle right there in the parking lot, Jameson was there. He wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close, and I could almost feel his strength pouring into me, making me feel safe and secure, something I hadn’t felt in days.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured against my hair while his hand rubbed comforting circles on my back. “I’ve got you.”
In that moment, I realized just how much I’d missed him.
How much I loved and needed him, and I didn’t want to let him go.
Not now. Not ever.
I buried my face in his chest as I muttered, “It’s not true, right?”
“You know it’s not.”
“Then, what’s going on?”
“You know I can’t…” He held me tighter, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “I need you to give me a little time with this, Devin. I need you to trust me.”
“But how am I supposed to do that?” I pulled back just enough to look up at him. “How am I supposed to trust you when I know you’re involved in things you shouldn’t be?”
“Devin.”
“It’s why you couldn’t move forward with me while I was a cop.”
His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking in his cheek. “This isn’t the time for this discussion.”
“Then when, Jameson? Because Brian is threatening to take my kids, and he’s going to use this with you and the club against me. He’s going to take them, and I can’t—” My voice cracked as I told him, “I can’t lose them, Jameson. I just can’t.”
“He’s not going to take them, Devin.” His eyes darkened as he reached up and cupped my face in his rough hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I won’t let him.”
“But how will you stop him?”
“You’re just going to have to trust me.”
Tears kept falling as I searched his eyes, seeing the fire that burned within him, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I believed him. I believed he was telling me the truth. And not only that. I believed he would protect me and the kids.
I’d considered the possibility of pausing things with him. Maybe even breaking them off permanently. Not because I wanted to, but to put an end to the nonsense with Brian and his threats. But I couldn’t do it. I loved Jameson. I loved what we had together, and I knew deep down that it was worth fighting for.
I pressed my forehead against his as I whispered, “I love you, Jameson.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
He leaned down and kissed me, and I quickly got lost in his touch. He had a way of doing that to me, and something told me he always would. A couple of students walked by, and Jameson eased back, breaking our embrace. He looked down at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen in him before and said, “I need you to do something for me.”
“Okay. What?”
“Keep your distance from Brian.”
