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“Anything Chief, here, needs to worry about?” Dex asked.
“Oh no.” Jimmy purred the words, shifting a little closer.
“When are you going back to Boston?” Jamie asked, and I kept my focus turned away but strained for Jimmy’s answer.
“How’d you know I’ve been in Boston?” Jimmy asked.
“Uh…Dex!” Jamie claimed, his voice higher than usual. “Dexter told me.” My son lied, but my own questions andinvestigation into why my son who rarely fibbed did so now could wait.
I found my gaze on Jimmy’s coy smile without meaning to give him my attention.
“Someone’s keeping tabs on me,” he murmured. “I like it.” With a wink at me, he sauntered away, his plump backside swaying, causing my mouth to dry.
Clearing my throat along with Dex, Jamie, and Chaz, I lifted my cold beer. We seemed on the same page about not speaking a word over all four of us having checked out Pippen Creek’s prodigal son’s lush ass.
“So!” Chaz said abruptly, breaking the weird, tensed silence that had gone on too damned long. “I have a thing to take care of.”
“Yeah,” Jamie tacked on. “That.”
Dex laughed. “Have fun, boys.” He grasped my elbow and thankfully led me toward the opposite side of Frenchie’s from where Jimmy had wandered.
Walking with an ache in my groin wasn’t exactly pleasant, but the need for relief eased as long as I kept my back toward the one man who affected me with such potency.
The temptation was real.
But so was the fear of trusting another person with my body and heart.
I might long for a connection, but I couldn’t allow myself to go there again. Putting on my chief hat, I focused on eventually getting answers and setting this desire inside me to rest once and for all, because I’d learned the hard way that nothing good came from falling for a liar.
Chapter 6
Jimmy
Shivers had slid down my spine the second I’d walked through Frenchie’s door. I could feel Sutton’s gaze like a sensual caress, waking every hair follicle on my body yet flooding me with a sense of calm that had filled me in his presence as a kid.
The draw had been as real as it had been nine years ago when I’d knocked on his front door, quaking in my boots and attempting to appear confident.
Same as that night, too, Sutton was one hell of a man.
A white button-down with its sleeves rolled up to reveal veined forearms covered his upper body this time, but I remembered the spattering of hair on his thick pecs and the slight ripple of muscles along his core leading into low-slung sweats.
Now, worn jeans clung to his narrow hips and thick thighs, and I attempted to ignore the temptation to check out the bulge between those tree trunks. He’d always been well-groomed, but his short, square fingernails and strong hands pulled my focus for a few heartbeats, and longing for his touch caused a shiver over my skin.
More age lines betrayed his forty-three years, but he was delicious in my eyes, the slight snaggletooth incisor adding to hisappeal and making me want to love on it with my tongue and lips.
His imperfections gave me the courage to flirt, the hope that he could be swayed the dick way and would see beyond my brokenness and accept what he’d once turned down.
The heated stare as conversation flowed among us men suggested I might get lucky if I played my cards right.
Unlike the night he’d rejected the offer of my virginity, Sutton studied me with interest, even though he attempted to squash what the sight of me did to his verynon-straight ass. Gram could claim what she wanted about Sutton only dating women, but that tall drink of water definitely salivated for a taste of my body.
I could feel his gaze follow after me as I sauntered away from him, my thickened cock trapped in a jockstrap aching to be set free to leak all the fuck over the place. While I’d had sex aplenty while living in Boston, no one affected me in the way the chief of police from this small hick town did. No one had filled me how I’d yearned for, a completion that I expected would only come from a soul connection rather than two men just needing to get off.
Lust for Sutton to hold me down and fuck my hole raw made my slit wet. My balls ached and throbbed for release from either his mouth or hands. I wanted him burrowed into me where we became one flesh, heart, and mind. I could live beneath that man’s skin like I’d always longed to do, untouched by danger, free from the emotional turmoil from my childhood I’d been attempting to escape for years.
Swallowing hard, I leaned onto the bar, exchanging pleasantries with someone on my left while waiting to nab the blue-haired, scowling bartender’s attention.
“What can I get ya?” she finally barked, and I snickered at her attempts to be a badass, unfeeling woman when she wasanything but. Her eyes betrayed that she’d seen too much in this wide world of terror and was nothing but a needy, soft pile of fluff inside. Like called to like, after all.
