Page 6 of Needing Your Love
I’d known Jimmy was gay for years, but this was the first time he’d peered at me with blatant hunger.
“Let me get on my knees for you, Chief,” he whispered, already starting to sink.
I yanked hard on his arm, keeping him upright.
“Or you can bend me over.” He shrugged, his flirty smirk in place as he pressed fully against me. “I’ll spread my cheeks, and you can wreck my virgin hole.”
“Jesus—” I choked and released my hold on him, stumbling back a step.
He moved closer, insistent as always, hell-bent on getting his way.
My silence must have led him to believe I toyed with the idea of accepting his gift, because he grabbed hold of my cock, which lay limp inside my sweats—until his hand closed around me.
“Let me have this, Sutton.”
Hissing, I jerked away from him as my dick continued to swell. And why wouldn’t it? Two-plus years had passed since anyone had touched me below the belt. A simple reaction. Nothing more.
“I don’t want you like that,” I told Jimmy.
He opened his mouth to argue, but I swung the door shut in his face, cutting off whatever other deviousness he’d planned.
Rock in my gut and ears straining, I stood in the entryway, staring at the oak separating us.
What the fuck had just happened?
And why the hell had I shut him out like that?
The boy hadn’t worn a coat.
Or hat.
And it was January for fuck’s sake.
Guilt crept in, and I reached for the door handle.
His piece-of-shit car started up, and I listened as he drove away, leaving me in stifling silence.
Had I unknowingly groomed the boy? Led him to believe his hero was interested in pursuing a sexual relationship once he was of legal age?
“Fuck.” I ran both hands through my hair before spinning on my heel and stomping up the stairs.
My dick remained wide awake, my first goddamned hard-on inmonths.
I refused to take care of it before trying to sleep again though, because I feared Jimmy’s face would be in my mind no matter how I tried to erase the memory of those needy blue eyes.
Hopefully, tomorrow the boy would pretend as though he hadn’t propositioned me, grabbed my cock, and felt it begin to thicken with interest before I severed the connection between us.
But the next day, Mary informed me that like the other liar in my life, Jimmy had left Pippen Creek. Unlike Darla’s disappearance, however, I secretly mourned the loss of the kid who’d weaseled his way into my heart, woken something new inside me, and taken off without a backward glance.
Chapter 3
Sutton
Now
Unrest burrowed into my bones, and I found myself patrolling the streets of Pippen Creek rather than slaving away behind my desk on paperwork that made my eyes as dry as the Sahara. It hadn’t rained for weeks, and the hot August air caused the atmosphere to feel like a desert rather than a valley surrounded by thousands of trees and the mountains beyond that had been home for my entire life.
Change was coming. I could sense it?—
