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My face burned with heat when I read the title on the DVD box on top of the pile—Pussy Pleasure XXX.
lmfaaaooooo
“Tell me who put their hands on you,” he coaxed as he stood behind me, my face in his hand and his fingers on my throat. “And I’ll make it better.”
“I want to help you.” He placed his hands on my outer thighs and looked up at me, blue eyes wide and sincere. He squeezed my thighs gently. “All you have to do is tell me what’s happening, okay?” Reaching up, he tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “Just tell me who’s hurting you and I’ll make it go away.”
Keeping his back to me, Johnny leaned forward, his muscles flexing beneath his golden skin, rested his elbows on his thighs, and inhaled what sounded like several calming breaths. And then he did something I knew I would lose countless years of sleep over. He turned back around to face me, grabbed both sides of my towel, and pushed them together. To cover me, I realized. Because I had obviously been flashing him. Because let’s face it, that was exactly the kind of luck I had.
“I can’t be alone with you like this,” he whispered, eyes locked on mine. “I…” He exhaled a ragged breath. “Not here…not when you look like that.” His eyes were heated and full of uncertainty and roaming wildly over my body. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, mirroring my own.
Another knock came, louder this time, so I hurried down the remaining steps and wrenched the door open, only to find Johnny standing outside in the rain, looking like some sort of semidrowned angel.
I wanted to make her better. I wanted to make it right. In whatever way she needed me to do it. I just didn’t know how.
I glanced over at her and bit back a groan. She was so fucking beautiful it was painful, with those big blue eyes staring back at me all innocent and full of uncertainty. I didn’t need the temptation that came with being this close to her. Problem was, every time she ran, I found myself chasing right after her, desperate to just be with her.
Shannon nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, whenever I got scared or nervous, he would always sit me on his lap and sing those lyrics in my ear.” She sighed contently. “And it always worked.”
For some unknown reason, I made a mental note of that piece of information and stored it away for future reference.
“I like a lot of stuff,” I told her. You, most of all.
“You would do that for me?” she asked, voice soft. I would do pretty much anything for you. “Yeah,” I replied, unable to keep the gruffness out of my tone. “I would.”
Because of her. Because when she jumped, I flew clean off the ledge after her.
Don’t worry, baby, I thought to myself. I’m flustered too.
However, I did not anticipate the hand that snaked out from the rugby table at the doorway and grabbed my wrist, pulling me to an abrupt stop. “What’s wrong?” Johnny was sitting on his chair, with his hand wrapped around my wrist, looking up at me with a concerned expression. “Shannon?”
“Well,” Lizzie piped up. “You just earned some major brownie points in my eyes.” She patted my arm. “And trust me, I don’t give those out often.”
Shannon was sitting right next to me, her smell was in my nose, her arm was touching mine, and I could hardly form a coherent sentence.
She was worth it all.
“Do you mind?” I asked then. He smirked. “No, baby, I don’t mind.” My heart stopped in my chest. Johnny’s face flushed and he shook his head. “I mean—” “It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s fine.”
Stop lying to yourself, my brain hissed. You love him with every piece of your fractured heart…
Johnny glanced sideways at me, smirking, and said, “I’d sit with you, though.”
“I won’t,” Johnny stated, seemingly able to read my thoughts. “Whatever you’re used to,” he continued to say, eyes locked on mine. “Or whoever you’re used to. Whatever’s responsible for that sad look in your eyes—” He paused to brush his thumb over my cheekbone. “That’s not me, I’m not like that, and I won’t do that to you.”
In that moment, and with those two small words, Johnny Kavanagh unknowingly blasted a hole clean through the wall around my heart.
“Not today, and not tomorrow. I don’t want you to go out there and put yourself in harm’s way, Johnny. I don’t want you to get hurt. I want you to stop. I want you to rest your body. I want you to take care of yourself.”
Trembling, I reached up and cupped his jaw. “I meant it when I told you that I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“You’re the only thing that distracts me, the only thing I can concentrate on, and I don’t even know you. I feel closer to you than my own teammates. I’m telling you things I wouldn’t tell my best friend. How fucked up is that?”
“I like you,” Johnny shot back without an ounce of hesitation. Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh!
Even though you’re leaving. Even though you don’t feel the same. Even though loving you is going to break my heart. I love you with everything I have. And I probably always will.
“Threatened by me?” I shook my head. “Why?” “Because you’re beautiful,” he stated, causing my cheeks to flush a deep shade of pink.
He cleared his throat then, looking slightly uncomfortable, and for a moment I thought he was about to take the compliment back, but then he steeled his features, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and whispered, “Inside and out.”
“I am?” He nodded slowly. “Everywhere.”
“Shannon?” Johnny called after me. Pausing at the door, I swung back to look at him. “Yeah?” His blue eyes burned holes inside of me when he said, “Thanks.” “For what?” I whispered. Johnny smiled. “For being nothing like the rest of them.”
I was starving for her and everything she was. Every part of her. Inside and out. I wanted to fight all her battles. I wanted to give her all her smiles and make her laugh and snatch her away from the rest of the world and keep her all to myself. I just wanted her. For keeps.
I was ridiculously wrapped up in this boy and found myself screaming and cheering for him on the sidelines, ignoring the death glares I received from Bella and her friends. I didn’t care. I was so proud of him.
Fuck bella
“Can you stay with me?” My feet stopped and my heart sped up. I turned back to look at him. “Huh?” “Please,” Johnny croaked out. “I don’t want to be on my own.”
“I can go and get Gibsie?” I offered weakly. Johnny shook his head. “I only want you.”
A temporary slip in sanity caused me to lean forward a press a kiss to his thigh. The sound that tore from Johnny’s chest was a pained, guttural groan.
“Shannon, please—” I kissed him again. “Fuck,” he grunted, legs shaking now. “I can’t…” The third time I kissed him, he fisted my hair and pulled my face to his.
The moment his lips crushed against mine, a fierce blast of heat coursed through my body, igniting a delicious burning ache in my belly. Unable to think straight, let alone breathe, I did the only thing I could do given the circumstance: I reached up and grabbed his forearms and kissed him back.
“Just keep kissing me,” he strangled out. “I want you so much.”
I shivered violently. “You do?” “So fucking much,” he groaned against my lips, and then his hands were on my thighs, his fingers hiking my fitted skirt up to pool at my hips before pulling me down on his lap, encouraging me to straddle him.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he assured me, filling my mouth with his hot tongue.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked against his lips. “Only if you stop.” He knotted his hand in the back of my hair and deepened the kiss.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, voice slurring a little. “For what?” “For not”—he closed his eyes and exhaled a pained groan—“kissing you back that night.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I whispered, clutching his face with my hands. “Don’t even think about it right now, okay?” “I wanted to,” he grunted, clenching his eyes shut as a huge shiver rolled through his body. “I promise.”
“I wanna see her, Ma,” he groaned. “I can’t see her.” My heart leaped in my chest. “Me?” I squeaked. “Always you,” Johnny groaned. “Fucking balls.”
“I love you, Shannon like the river,” he slurred. My heart stopped. Did he just? No. No, of course he didn’t. “I fucking love you,” Johnny said again.
“I’m only ever thinking about you,” he replied. “Only you.”
“You are love.” He sighed contently. “Stay with me.” Always.
