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“Ride it out, Molloy,”
“Besides, it took me three weeks to get you naked, not one like he predicted.”
“Johnny Kavanagh,” I filled in, having recognized him the minute he walked through the door earlier with his army of wealthy pals in tow.
“Why?” Molloy said sweetly as she took her drink from the barman and sauntered off in the direction of our table. “Is your nose bigger than your dick?”
“I’m thinking of finding myself a bad boy to walk me home later. I hear they hit the spot just right.”
“Howdy, lovebirds. Don’t mind me. I’m just on my way to send a salmon up the river.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and held it out to Joey. “Because sex is fun and all that, but it’s best practiced with a glove on your d—”
Yeah, I’d fucked around and caught feelings. I was a real genius.
“Not Jesus, just Joey.”
“But don’t ever think that I don’t have feelings,” he said, and then pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”
Joey chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
Aoife was written in italic script across the left side of his chest.
“So, I had a really good time this weekend, boyfriend.” “I’m not your boyfriend, Molloy.” “Oh yeah, I forgot,” she shot back with a grin. “You’re my bitch.”
“Do you love my daughter?” Heart thumping violently in my chest, I felt myself nod. “Entirely.” And then I heard myself say, “For about five years now.” Well, shit…
“I don’t see a future for us, but that’s not because I don’t want one with her. It’s because I don’t see a future for myself, period.”
Joey: I don’t love you. x Molloy: I don’t love you back. <3
“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.”
And as I lay on my side, running my hand through his hair and watching him sleep, I made a mental vow that I wouldn’t allow him to lose himself to the world he teetered on the edge of. No matter what, I would be right beside him, ready to pull him back to safety. Even if it meant that I lost myself in the process.
“It’s time to put the fear of God into someone else.”
“That date…” I blew out a shaky breath. “It’s—” “The first day of first year,” he explained quietly. “The first time I laid eyes on you, and the first time I understood what it meant to have my heart beating for someone outside of my family.”
“When I say I don’t love you,” he continued, nuzzling his face in my neck, “it’s the furthest thing from the truth.”
He will never want you more than he wants his next fix, Aoife. That’s the sad truth of my son’s life.”
“Because I want to put one good memory of this house in your head.”
If the hurling ever failed Joey Lynch, he would make a mighty fine porn star.
“You’re so strange.” He threw his head back and laughed. “I love it.” “You mean you love me,” I teased, grinning up at him. “Yeah, Molloy.” His eyes burned with sincerity when he said, “That’s exactly what I mean.”
“It never meant anything before you.”
“Wow, Joe.” She waggled her brows. “It kind of sounds like you might be in looooove!” “I am.” “Oh my god.” Her eyes bulged. “I was half expecting you to deny it.” “There’s no point.” I shrugged. “I love the girl. It is what it is.”
“It’s like you know you’re about to get your ass handed to you by exposing yourself to this person, and you know that you’re fucking around on the edge of something that could potentially break and ruin you, but it’s just so damn thrilling, so consumingly addicting that you’re willing to take the risk and do just about anything to be with that person.”
Drunk as a skunk, Joey held me and mumbled along to the Beatles’ “Don’t Let Me Down” as we swayed against each other on the dance floor in the back lounge of Biddies. “My Granda Murphy was a big fan.” “Of the Beatles?” “Yeah, and of this song.” Pulling me close he pressed a kiss to the curve of my jaw and said, “When I was small, I used to ask him what the words of the song meant. He would always say that one day, when I found myself in love with a girl, I wouldn’t have to ask him what the words meant because I would already know.” His arms tightened around me. “Turns out he was right.”
“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’m trying to fix me.” For you.
