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“Does it matter?” I countered, needing to regain some ground I had lost to this powerhouse of a girl. “We both know that you’ll be calling me ‘baby’ by the end of the day.”
call me baby joey
“So, should I spend more time with the male form in general?” she said, and somehow our fingers were entwined now. “Or with you? Because it’s safe to say that I’m impressed with the male form standing in front of me.” “Is that your way of telling me that you don’t have a boyfriend?” “No, it’s my way of telling you that I will have a boyfriend once you ask me.”
Hearing Paul Rice tell half of the lads in our P.E. class about how Tony’s daughter was so tight he could barely get a finger inside her had caused me to flip the fuck out on him in the changing rooms. I did it for Tony because he wasn’t there to do it himself. At least, that’s what I continued to tell myself.
To say that I felt drawn to him would be a major understatement. I felt it that very first day of first year—that epic wave of familiarity, lust, and camaraderie—when our eyes locked, and I felt it now.
And with those words, my mother cut me deeper and more viciously than my father ever had. Ever could.
“I’m not afraid of loving a boy,” I told her honestly. “I’m afraid of losing myself in one.”
real Aoife
“I look even better when I take it off.” Feeling mischievous, I purred, “You’re so sure of us being incompatible, but I wonder if that might change if I sat on your lap. Hmm? Do you think we’d find common ground there, Joe?” “Why don’t you take a seat, and we’ll find out.” “Wh-what?” Thrown off-kilter by his flirtatious attack, I frowned at him. “What are you doing?” “What are you doing?”
“Jesus,” I whispered when he slumped down beside me. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” he grumbled, setting his elbows on our desk and dropping his head in his hands. “You look like dinner.”
JOEY
“Nice legs.” Oh no he did not! He did. He fucking did!
beat his ass Aoife!
trying to sound as nonchalant as possible when I was desperately feeding my Joey Lynch addiction with all of the juicy details.
who doesn't have a Joey Lynch addiction?
boss’s son. I think it’s pretty clear that I’m done here.” “No, you’re not done here. You’re not even close to being done here. So just cool your jets and let me think about this,” I ordered, shoving his chest and feeling a swell of excitement when he let me walk him backwards. Because after the display he’d just put on, there was no way anyone could make this boy do anything he didn’t want to do.
walk him like a dog
fifth gear and left the lights of Ballylaggin behind us. “So, where do you want to go, Molloy?” Anywhere with you.
She could piss me off more than most, and she drove me demented at times, but there was no one else I would prefer to break the law with.
She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.”
The emotion on her face as she watched the Gards take me away that day was sobering. She cared a hell of a lot more than was good for both of us, and I couldn’t handle it.
“Oh shit, Joe.” “Ride it out, Molloy,” he coaxed, using his fingers and tongue to touch me in ways that made my body burn and my back arch off the mattress. “Fuck my tongue, baby.” Baby. Oh Jesus…
dear lord... ME NEXT
“Oh, Jesus.” “Not Jesus, just Joey.”
I'm sat.
“Yes, you are, ya big eejit,” I snapped, irritated now. “It’s been seven months. You’re my boyfriend, I’m your girlfriend, and we love each other a lot.” “We absolutely do not!” “So much in fact that we love to take our clothes off and put our mouths on each other’s—”
Blowing out a breath, I went with the truth and said, “It never meant anything before you.” “Aw,” she teased. “You’re a sweet slut.” I grinned. “Thanks.”
“Because you might not love yourself, but I do. I love you enough for the both of us,” she whispered, fisting my cock in her hand. “And if keeping you here with me means that you’re off the streets and safe, then that’s what I’m going to do.”
