Page 101 of Needing Your Love
But we would hold each other’s hands and hopefully find the healing we needed to find lasting peace.
Once I drained myself of tears, I got out of the shower and dried off, anxious to join Jimmy in our bed.
The sight of him sleeping like an angel—breathing life into his lungs—tightened my throat again, and I crawled beneath the covers, desperate to have his warm skin against mine.
Snuggling against his backside was like coming home. I soaked in the heat of his lax body, breathing in his natural sweet scent that clung to his skin.
His panties separated his ass cheeks from my bare groin, but my dick couldn’t be bothered to stir—not one single twitch of interest over the plump cheeks it snuggled against.
Jimmy laced his fingers through mine atop his stomach with a shuddered sigh. “You’re here.”
“Mmm.”
“Are you okay?” he whispered, concern lacing his words.
“Were you able to rest?” I asked rather than answer.
“Yeah, but I woke up a couple hours ago and couldn’t get back to sleep because I was worried about you.” He rolled,rubbing his face against my chest, fingers clutching at me. “It was awful.”
“It was,” I rasped, having to swallow hard again.
“You’re not okay.” Jimmy didn’t ask a question.
I exhaled heavily. “I will be,” I assured him.
“I’m here for you, Sutton—even if you can’t or aren’t allowed to discuss it, I’m here.”
“I know, baby boy.” I smoothed my hands down his spine as he slung his leg over my waist as though needing to get closer when we already pressed as tightly against each other as possible.
He shuddered. “CanItalk about just one thing before we try to sleep?”
“Anything you need,” I whispered.
“I’m broken, Sutton.” His voice cracked, and I tilted his head away from my chest so I could see his eyes in the light filtering through the door I’d left propped open.
“Will you let me hold you while you get help gluing the pieces back together?” I asked rather than argue or attempt to lessen his trauma. His past was real, and I would never invalidate his emotions that often took control over critical thinking.
“Will you let me do the same for you?” he asked, blue eyes wet and imploring.
“Yes.” My answer confirmed how verynotokay I was.
Jimmy tried for a smile, hugging me tighter. “You’re too good to me.”
“You’re perfect for me,” I insisted, tugging him higher so I could kiss his soft lips. “I thought I’d lost you when Jamie came storming in this morning and told me you’d left. Then I feared you would be ripped away from me by a bullet.” I blinked away threatening tears.
“I need you so damned much, Sutton.” Jimmy whispered words that fulfilled me, something Darla had never once declared in all our time together.
My sweet boy was nothing like my ex-wife—I didn’t have to fear him following in the footsteps of the woman who had manipulated me for years with selfish intent. Jimmy might know what he wanted, might be driven to fulfill his desires with whatever wily tactics he had up his sleeves, but he would never intentionally hurt me.
“Please don’t leave me,” I croaked.
He stilled. “You want to keep me?”
“For as long as you’ll stay,” I assured him, my voice wavering.
“Forever,” he blurted. “I won’t settle for anything else, Sutton. I’m going to move into this house, make myself at home, and focus on healing and being your good boy.”
I actually chuckled at his breathless declaration, my smile wobbly as fuck. “What about living your own life?”
