Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

Deciding on making him suffer, I narrowed my eyes and said, “Why, yes, Joe. As a matter of fact, I am on my period.” Smiling sweetly up at him, I added, “In fact, I’m having a real hard time getting my tampon out—what with all the blood and all. Care to help a friend out, you know, since that’s your area of expertise and all?” “I could give it a shot.” I glared at his stupid head for a long beat before relenting with a laugh. “You’re sick.” “You said it, not me.”

“You can’t psych me out, Molloy. I’m immune to your antics,”

“You don’t need me to help you with that,” he spat out. “You get plenty of practice every time you go running back to that asshole boyfriend of yours.” “Oh, go choke on a clit.” “Fuck you, Molloy.” “Fuck you back.”

“Yes, Aoife?” “Joey called me fat.” Sniffling, I batted another tear away. “I’m really upset about it. Can I please be excused?” His mouth fell open. “You bitch.” Fuck you, I mouthed back at him.

“Prove it.” “How?” “Give me a hug.” “Molloy.” “Hug me, Joe.”

“Yeah, Molloy.” Feeling my anger dissolve, I sighed heavily and dropped my chin to rest on her blond hair. “I know.”

“Nice aim, Joey.” Danielle laughed, holding onto his shoulders for balance as he crouched in front of her and cleaned her fucking leg. “Nice legs.” Oh no he did not! He did. He fucking did!

will.” “You do that.” “That’s what I’m going to do.” “Good.” “Asshole.” “Crank.”

“Prick.” “Witch.” “Shut up,” I spat out, furious. “I mean it. Don’t say another word to me.” “Fine,”

“You’re fucking dead,” he growled, slowly turning around as green slime dripped down his hair, face, and shoulders. “Bring it on, bitch,” I growled, tapping the bottom of the bottle to make sure that every ounce of liquid drained out. “Aoife!” Mrs. Adams screeched. “What in the name of—” “Put me down!” I screamed, hands and legs flailing wildly when Joey threw me over his shoulder and turned back to the sink. “Don’t you dare—A hhhh!”

“Good,” he roared back at me, as he scooped clumps of washing-up liquid off his chest and face. “Stay there.” “D-dammit, J-Joey.” Gasping and spluttering, I scrambled to turn off the tap that was spraying arctic water on me. “I’m c-cold.” “And I’m warm?” Depositing the goo on the tiled classroom floor, he repeated the move several times, trying and failing to rid himself of green gunk. “You’re a pain in my hole, Molloy.” “Jo-jo-joey!” I screamed, teeth chattering violently. “H-help!”

“Sh-shut up and s-save me, asshole.”

Ignoring our classmates who were all reveling in my misfortune, I wrapped my arms around Joey’s neck and tried to help him free me from the sink. “Shit,” he muttered. “You really are stuck.” “I t-told y-you,” I strangled out, clinging to him like a drowned cat. “G-get me o-out of he-here!” “I’m trying,” he bit out. “It’s your ass.” “If you s-say that m-my ass is f-fat, I’m g-going to s-scream.” “Your ass is perfect.” Reaching up to grease his hands with washing-up liquid from his hair, he tried and failed to unwedge my hips. “It’s this goddamn sink that’s the problem.” “Jo-joe…” “Hang on a sec, I have an idea.”

“What the h-hell are you d-doing?” I choked out when he pushed his hand between my clamped thighs and cupped me there. “Joey!” “My bad.” With a deep frown etched on his face, he slid his hand in further until he was gripping my ass cheek. “Okay, now clench.” “Wh-what?” “Squeeze your ass, Molloy. You squeeze and I’ll pull. On three, okay? One, two, three—” “Ugh!” I squealed, clenching my ass cheeks so tightly that they went into spasm. Thankfully, it did the trick, and I was propelled out of the sink and into his arms.

“Fuck.” He choked out a laugh from beneath me. “That was…” “Stupid.” Lifting up on my elbows, I grinned down at him. “I won.” “No, I won.” “Who came out on top?” “You, Molloy.” Shaking his head, he stared up at my face and released an amused sigh. “Always you.” “They did what?”

“Aw, crap,” I groaned, dropping my head on Joey’s chest. “It was nice knowing ya, Joe.”

“Yeah.” Joey sighed heavily and patted my head. “Right back atcha, Molloy.”

“How are your hips, Aoife?” Mrs. Adams announced, slowly rising from her chair at the front of the room. “I can’t imagine that was comfortable for you.”

“Sore.” I immediately felt like a tool. “You’re hurt?” Ignoring me, Molloy focused on our teacher when she said, “I’ll survive.”

Yeah, and you look so fucking sexy for it.

“What’s wrong?” “It’s stupid.” “Tell me.” “You’ll think I’m crazy.” “I already think you’re crazy, Molloy.” “Well, crazier than normal then.” “Try me.” “No.” “Molloy.” Reaching across the desk, I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face me. “Try me.”

“Joe.” “Tell me.” Chewing on her lip, she glanced down for a long moment before blowing out a breath and whispering, “You said she has nice legs.” I waited a beat to hear the rest of it, but when it didn’t come, I found myself staring at her in confusion. “Huh?” “You said she has nice legs,” she repeated, still looking down at her lap. “You told her that she has nice legs.” “Who?” “Danielle.” “I did?” “Yeah, Joe, you did.” “When?” I asked, beyond fucking confused. “In class.” Oh shit, I did. “And that’s bad because…” “Forget it.”

“Oh my god,” she cried, reaching up to clutch her face with her hands. “You don’t get it. You just don’t fucking get it!” “Get what?” I roared, losing my cool. “You know what? I don’t know why I’m even listening to this shit.” I shook my head and turned away, furious with myself for letting her get under my skin. “We’re not a couple, Molloy. I’m not your boyfriend. We are not together. Do you hear me? We are nothing.” “That’s fine, Joe, we’re not together. We’re nothing,” she choked out. “So why don’t you go right ahead and fuck Danielle, with her nice legs and shop-bought bottle-blond hair!” “What gave you the impression that I haven’t fucked her?”

“I like him, okay!” I heard myself choke out. “I like him.”

Joey was fucking Danielle, Paul was fucking this Bella, meanwhile I was fucking myself over. Perfect. “I’m sorry, Aoife,” he hurried to say. “It was a huge mistake. It meant nothing, and I honest to god felt like the worst piece of shit on the planet afterward.” “Was she blond?” “Huh?” “Blond,” I repeated. “Was she blond?”

“How are you feeling?” “Like I want us to get naked and fuck.” Jesus. “Well, that’s not happening,” I whispered, feeling my entire body tremble. “So stop thinking about it.” “I know it’s not.” Looser with his actions now that his mind was hazed, he pulled me closer to him, fingers kneading the fleshy part of my hips as he slowly rocked his hips against me. “But we will.”

miss you.” My heart thudded violently in my chest. “I miss you, too.” “I’m sorry,” he whispered, nuzzling the outline of my nipple with his nose. “For feeding her your line.”

He smirked. “He wants her back.” “She never left.” I swallowed. “She just needed a time-out.” “Good.” He nodded. “Because if she did leave, he wouldn’t like it.” “He wouldn’t?” “No.” His green eyes locked on mine from across the table. “He wouldn’t.” Exhaling a shaky breath, I reached across the table and laid down my hand, palm up. “Nice moves.” He stared at my hand for a long beat before slowly placing his hand on top of mine. “Nice everything.”

one of these my-dick-is-bigger-than-your-dick dinners. Hell to the no.

“Give in to who, Granda?” Gasping and wheezing for air, he looked me right in the eyes, green eyes on green and whispered, “The demons your father put in your head.”

“Molloy.” “Joey.” “You came.” “I did.” He stared hard at me for the longest moment before blowing out a ragged breath and muttering the word “Thanks.” “Of course.” Sliding my hand into his, I squeezed and leaned in on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Joe.”

She wasn’t an aggressive drunk. She was a fucking hilarious one. Obviously, the girl wasn’t keeping the right company on nights out.

“But don’t tell Podge because… Yeah, he won’t give a shit.” “So, we’re besties?” she asked, holding her pinkie finger up. “Fuck it.” I shrugged and hooked mine around hers. “Why not?” “Yay. Okay, okay.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Moving onto her hands and knees, she crawled back to me and sighed in contentment. “I’m irreplaceable.” That she was. “Joey?”

The fuck could I say to that? I could hardly stop them. She chose to be with him. Repeatedly. He was her boyfriend. I was her…nothing. I was her nothing. Fuck my life.

She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.”

“Have you seen your girl?” Joey taunted. “Of course I was interested. In fact, I was very fucking interested. Still am.”

“And so did you, slut.” “Slut?” I laughed bitterly. “Oh my god, I am so glad I didn’t lose my virginity to you.”

He’ll sack you off once he’s had his fill of you, and when that day comes, because it will come, don’t even think about coming crawling back to me.” “I’d rather join a convent than ever let you touch me again, you big prick,”

“Because once Joey Lynch is done ruining you, not even the nuns will have you.”

know you like me back,” she was quick to add. “It stands to reason that if we both like each other—which we both do…”

“No.” Shaking her head, she shifted closer, pressing her body flush against mine. “I mean that I see you.”

“If you really saw me, the real me, you’d be running by now.”

“Because you do.” She kissed me again, harder this time. “You matter to me, Joey Lynch.” “I shouldn’t,” I choked out, forcing my body to remain rigid and not fold into her like a huge part of me wanted to. “And yet you still do,” she whispered, knotting her fingers in my hair. “And what’s more, I matter to you, too.” She smiled. “And it scares the hell out of you.”

“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.” I kissed

“Oh, fuck off, you turncoat,” I groused. “I told you that in confidence.”

“The visual keeps me company when I’m alone with my hands at night.” “Okay, that’s kind of hot,” I admitted, grinning wolfishly up at him.

“Really,” he agreed, leaning close to press a hot kiss to my mouth.

“He’ll hit more than just the right spot if he gets you alone in the dark,” I told her in a low warning tone. “It’s a dangerous move. You should have your daddy come get you.”

mouth. “Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”