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“I don’t want fifty more girls,” I replied, twisting back to find her still watching me. “I just want that girl.”
“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.”
“From my viewpoint, men let you down. Even the good ones like Dad can’t be trusted. So why would I ever expose myself to that kind of pain? It would be emotional suicide.”
“I’m not afraid of loving a boy,” I told her honestly. “I’m afraid of losing myself in one.”
“Make sure you do.” She laughed. “Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”
“He hurt you,” he croaked out. “You don’t hit girls.”
The current piss-poor state of my life was a direct result of poor choices. Choices I had made. Choices that had been made for me by people who were supposed to love me but either didn’t have the capacity to love me or just plain didn’t.
She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.” Her words
“That was his mistake,” I said, eyes glued to her fucking peachy ass, barely concealed by her scrap of a skirt. “He thought that he could put her in a cage and slap a label on top saying Look, but don’t touch.” I shook my head. “That girl is her own person, lad. Believe me. Nobody’s going to cage her.” “Except for you.” He chuckled. “No, lad,” I corrected, feeling my heart roar to life when she smiled across the room at me. “Especially not me.”
“Don’t hate me, Molloy,” Joey mumbled, falling into the passenger seat the moment I let him go to open the car door. “You’re all I have to wake up for in the morning.”
“You know,” he called after me, “if you ever get tired of letting my young fella dick ya, you could always let his old man show you how it’s really done.”
WHAT THE HELLI
“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.”
I wanted to rescue him, to shield him from the horrors he had been born into. I wanted to be his armor when he couldn’t fight back. I wanted to wade into battle for him, protect his beautiful soul. But I’d been so determined to save him that I hadn’t noticed I’d lost myself in the process.
