13. Sutton
Sutton
S omething stirred inside me, a feeling I couldn’t deny—and didn’t really want to.
I’d seen Jimmy and DJ enter the stadium, and same as every time my gaze landed on his gorgeous face and glossed lips, I’d lost my breath.
Dex had chuckled at my reaction, teasing me about my eyes waiting on the gate more than the field while the boys had warmed up.
I hadn’t thought Jimmy would come to the game but couldn’t help myself from watching for him.
He was a beacon in the night, drawing me in like a moth to dangerous flames.
I had no expectation beyond being singed to death if I gave in to the magnetic pull between us.
Jimmy and DJ had sat quite a ways away, closer to the end of the stands, but I’d felt Jimmy’s focus like a teasing caress.
I’d have preferred a firm grip, and my near-constant state of hardness made paying attention to the game difficult.
At least I’d managed to set my gaze forward rather than casting it over my shoulder every other second like I wanted to.
After the game, I lost out on the chance to see or talk to Jimmy and followed Dex to Frenchie’s, which was packed with people still riding the high of our first win of the season.
The noise of the crowd in a tight space after being out beneath the stars bothered me more than normal, and I couldn’t help but keep an eye on the door, determined to stay put, just in case.
Dex abandoned me for a cute out-of-towner sitting at the bar, and I watched my best friend flirt toward what seemed would be a sure lay considering the small touches between the two and how they intimately shared space and words.
Christian Cole sat at the other end and studied Dex even more steadily than I did, lips in a thin line.
I sipped my beer as the silent drama played out, wondering over the game Dex played.
He leaned in closer to the stranger, mouth moving against his ear. The guy flushed, a shudder shifting him in his seat before the two shared a laugh, all up in each other’s spaces.
Cole dug cash from his pocket, slapped it on the bar, and headed toward the exit without giving the two men a second of his time while striding past them. Red flushed his face, his brow furrowed into a deep groove.
Dex watched him go and wilted on his stool. Less than two minutes later, he bid the guy beside him a good night and headed toward the pool tables with a slow, shuffling gait.
I shook my head and sipped my beer again. Hadn’t he figured out manipulation wouldn’t work?
“They need to just fuck already.”
I chuckled at Babs who sidled up to me without my knowing. So much for my usual awareness. “I think it’ll be a fistfight rather than fucking,” I said.
Babs snorted. “Tell me you don’t see and feel the chemistry between them.”
I couldn’t argue the truth, but Dex was a lover, not a fighter, and that Cole guy brought out the worst in him.
Frenchie and Iris hollered their usual welcome.
“Speaking of chemistry…” Babs’s trailed off, and I turned toward the entrance, heart already speeding up.
Swallowing a groan, I drank in the sight of my kryptonite as he strode into the bar, my free hand at my side flexing with the desire to map out every inch of his skin.
“Thought you were straight, Chief.”
Blinking, I tore my gaze off Jimmy.
Babs smirked up at me. She clinked her beer bottle against mine while I struggled to find words to come out to the town gossip, even though she’d picked up on the truth without any problems. Was I really as transparent as Dex and Cole?
“Do yourself a favor, Sutton.” Babs shifted toward me, her voice dropping. “Life is short, so grab this opportunity by the balls and enjoy the hell out of that boy.”
Her suggestion filled my mind with dick-stiffening images I tried to force away by clearing my throat.
Jimmy crowded against me as usual, swarming my nose with something too damned sweet to be a man’s cologne. My mouth watered. “Chief,” he purred with the low tone I’d come to expect every time he talked to me.
“Looking good, Jimmy,” Babs said, and the boy popped his hip out, pert nose with its silver ring wrinkling with his wink.
“Thanks,” he said with enough sass that I shook my head, tearing my focus off his slim, alluring form to check on the rest of the bar while Iris poured him a glass of wine.
The stranger had left, and Dex still played pool.
Jamie and Chaz sat cozied up in the corner at a small table, chairs close together so their shoulders and thighs pressed tight.
They only had eyes for each other, and that tender yet wrenching heartache over wanting the same slid over my chest at the sight of the engagement ring on Chaz’s left hand.
“Don’t behave, boys.” Babs’s teasing suggestion pulled my focus to the temptation inches away from me, but I didn’t step back to give myself breathing room.
“Oh, we won’t,” Jimmy promised her, his baby blues twinkling up at me. “Or rather, I won’t. Not tonight, anyway. I’m feeling especially naughty.” He licked the rim of his wine glass before taking a sip.
I clenched my jaw as Babs chuckled and ambled away.
“How’s it hanging, Chief?” Jimmy asked, giving my groin a pointed look before flicking his tongue over his shimmery lower lip.
“Uncomfortable and to the left,” I grumbled the honest to God’s truth.
Jimmy’s pupils swelled, and he stumbled into me. His wine sloshed over the front of my red hoodie. “Oops.”
Oops, my ass.
I glared at him, thankful the color of my sweatshirt matched his wine so it wouldn’t stain.
An abrupt spin on my heel turned me away from him without a word, and I strode toward the bathroom, far from his manipulative ass no matter how delectable it appeared in tight jeans.
Frenchie’s had three unisex bathrooms, and lips in a thin line, I entered the first empty one.
Jimmy slipped in behind me before I could close the door, and I stumbled when I shouldn’t have been surprised or caught off guard. That was what I got for being all up in my head over this boy.
The sound of the lock clicking hit my ears like a gong of doom, leaving us in tense silence.
My dick thickened even as my brow furrowed. “The fuck are you doing, Jimmy?” I asked, my tone low and ragged.
He shrugged, a coy smile curving his plump lips.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I motioned at my hoodie while grabbing a couple of paper towels and blotting at the wine.
“Nope.” He popped the P of his blatant lie, stepping in close when I had nowhere to go but against the tiled wall, paper crumpled in my fist.
“Conniving little shit,” I muttered, and growling, I grabbed hold of his short shirt and stalked forward, pressing his back to the door, my knuckles brushing against the warm skin of his stomach.
He didn’t fight, simply melted and peered up at me with needy baby blues as I leaned into him.
My pulse throbbed in time with my cock as I thirsted for a taste of his mouth.
As though reading my mind, he flicked his tongue over his lower lip again in a slow, sensual glide that captured and held my attention.
I swallowed a groan, my dick bucking in the confines of my jeans and making me realize I’d crowded fully against him and could feel his entire body against mine. I had a handful of inches on the boy, but our hard dicks aligned perfectly thanks to his longer legs.
“Please.” He whispered with the first honest tone I’d heard from him all night, cracking my walls from the ground up.
But he’d manipulated me to get me to this point.
I wanted to toss him from my path out of the bathroom that was much too small for the two of us, but I lusted to redden his ass and fuck him raw even more.
A shudder ripped through me, and I tightened my grip on his T-shirt. “You’re playing with fire, boy,” I hissed, every cell in my body vibrating to connect and merge with his.
He swallowed hard and whimpered, rubbing his cock against mine. “S-Sorry, daddy.”
I grasped his neck and squeezed, hissing over the delicious friction that would send me rushing toward climax if I didn’t gain control over this situation. “Do not call me that.”