Page 42 of Needing Your Love
“Fucking hell,” I muttered to myself, shoving back my chair and pressing hard against my bulge that refused to relent. Should have jerked off in the shower that morning rather than curse my straining length. What did it matter if I eased the acheto the memory of his beautiful face and the noises he’d made while being a good boy for me?
I snorted.
Oak, my ass.
Babs eyed me as I strode across the entryway. “Let me guess,” she said with a glint in her eyes. “Pippen Creek’s prodigal son just walked past on his way to Scone Haven for his morning coffee, which made your tongue water for a taste of him—I mean, coffee.”
I scowled when she winked. “You see too much, Babs.”
“Double shot of espresso in mine, please!” she called as I exited the front door.
The cool fall air filled my lungs as I dragged in deep breaths, trying to calm my racing libido.
What the fuck was I going to do with him?
Order him to his knees.
Choke him with my dick.
Crush him with my weight while flooding his ass with the cum he lusted for.
Cursing my one-track mind, I shoved in Scone Haven’s door.
Jimmy leaned against the counter, hip popped out, tight backside as mouthwatering as ever. His eyes sparkled as he murmured something through his coy smirk to Kel, the shop’s owner, who handed him a to-go cup and small bag.
My stomach hardened and hackles rose as I sharply stepped across the tiled floor.
“Chief,” Kel greeted me with his usual flatlined lips. I’d never once seen the grumpy fucker smile. Good to know he didn’t have a thing for Jimmy, but that ugliness in my gut over Jimmy flirting with him remained.
“Kel,” I grunted. Jimmy’s slow-turning head took me in from head to booted toes and held me captive.
“Chief,” Jimmy murmured, his cheeks still a luscious shade of pink. He straightened from where he’d all but draped himself in offering to Kel, rubbing a fingertip over his lower lip to hide his satisfied smile.
He’d done this on purpose. Knew I would follow and had set me up to make me jealous—or at leasthopeto make me jealous. Maybe stake a claim.
Molars grinding, I tore my focus off him for the baker.
“Usual?” Kel asked, already moving to grab enough cups to supply the station like I always did when stopping by in the morning.
“Orange cranberry scones too,” I added, my body tensed and vibrating from annoyance and deep-seated desire I couldn’t seem to escape no matter how much Jimmy’s actions got under my skin.
Jimmy sidled closer—of course he fucking did—brushing his shoulder against my arm in order to get my attention.
I attempted to stare stonily ahead but caved.
Again.
Baby blues peered up at me, alive with light, mischief, and a whole lot of lust, and while that last bit might be real, the rest was a facade as usual. And here I’d thought he had started to lower his walls with me.
Mine had slammed firmly back into place thanks to his attempt to orchestrate a situation to get what he wanted.
“You’ve been ignoring my texts,” he murmured low enough none of the other patrons sitting at small tables around the cafe would hear.
“Been busy.” I all but grunted the words.
He flicked at one of my buttons, too damned close to my groin.
A muscle ticked in my jaw as I fought the need to grab him by his sweatshirt and shove him against a wall. Ravage himregardless of onlookers. Tear off his goddamned mask. Make him beg—and give the fuck in until we were both broken down to our baser selves, sticky with sweat and cum.
