Page 65 of Needing Your Love
Babs raised her drink my way with a smirk and wink.
Iris glanced between me and Jimmy with an encouraging smile while drying a glass.
The warmth of Jimmy’s knee against mine, the sweet scent of him wafting beneath my nose reeled me back in.
I’d swallowed down the bait he tempted me with, hook, line, and sinker, years ago. There would be no protecting my heart—he already controlled my desire. Heownedme with his neediness.
I faced him head-on, mouth drying and heart racing. “Come home with me.”
His pupils swelled, and he licked over his lower lip but without his usual cunningness. “Yeah?”
That was yet another question, not an answer. “Do I have to talk you into it?”
“No!” Jimmy rubbed his palms over his jeans and swallowed hard. “Just…uh…you’re sure you want me?”
Insecurity bled from his tone, and I realized that I held the string to that kite tied to his heart as he did mine. My craving toacquaint myself with every facet of him tripled without an ounce of fear.
Uncaring I hadn’t told many people about my being bisexual, I threaded our fingers together, hoping to assure us both that I had us well in hand. “I want every part of you, sweet boy. The good, the bad, and everything in between.”
Tears welled in his eyes. “Even the ugly?”
God, this man made my chest ache. “There’s nothing ugly about you, Jimmy Riley. You’re beautiful inside and out.”
He inhaled a shaky breath, a dazzling smile lighting me up like the first rays of sunshine after a dark night. “You’re blind.”
“I’mobservant,” I corrected him and continued, not giving him the chance to argue. “Ready for me to love on you all night long, baby boy?”
“Fuck, Sutton,” he hissed, shifting on his stool. “Yes—a million timesyes.”
I stood, discretely adjusting my stiffening cock while pulling him to his feet and lacing my fingers through his, uncaring what others would think. I would finally have what I wanted, and Jimmy’s happiness meant more to me than any supposed reputation I held.
“Took you two long enough!” Babs hollered, and more than one of the other patrons let out a whoop as we headed for the door hand in hand.
I guessed people had already been talking.
Heat rushed to my face, and I shook my head, exiting the bar without a backward glance. Let the gossips have their fun.
I was going to have mine with the man bumping against my side as we strode toward my Bronco.
“Mind leaving your car here until tomorrow?” I asked.
“Nope. It can stay until next week for all I care.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said, squeezing his slender fingers.
“Yeah?”
“Hellyeah.” I tucked Jimmy into my passenger seat like hewasa kid, and he didn’t argue, letting me care for him like the sweet boy he was. I climbed into the driver’s seat. “Do we need to stop at The Market for condoms?”
While we had to talk, no fucking way would this night end without me being balls deep in this man, hopefully experiencing the connection we both longed for.
Jimmy turned to face me in the dark, gaze searching in the light afforded us by Frenchie’s sign atop the entrance. “My bloodwork before leaving Boston came back clear, and I’m on PrEP.”
I nodded and started the engine, turning us toward home. “Haven’t been with anyone since my ex.”
“You’ve never…”
“No.” I answered the pitiful truth of my sex life for the past decade. “I’ve done a little…research, but will you teach me how to please you if I don’t get it right the first time?”
