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"Obviously not," he snorted. "Now go home and pack your shit." He waggled his brows before taking a bite from Claire's apple. "Because you're checking into Hotel Gibson for the week," he added mid-chew. "Fun times." "Oh really?" Claire leaned back in her chair and smirked. "And does Hotel Gibson come with good reviews?" "It comes with cock, Claire-Bear," Gibsie announced – and not quietly. "An unlimited supply of five-star cock."
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I needed to get my head in the game. Problem was, I left it with Shannon Lynch.
"Anywhere?" I offered, and then cleared my throat before adding, "We could go for drive? Or get something to eat?" Jesus, what was wrong with me? I saw something flash across her eyes then, something that looked an awful lot like relief. "You want me to?" Shannon asked in a small voice. "Come with you?" I nodded uncertainly. "Yeah, Shannon." My voice was thick. "I want you to come with me."
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"Or we can just leave?" I offered, glaring at my brother, praying he would take the hint. "We should go home, Joey." "You're not getting into my girlfriend's car smelling like that," Joey shot back. "Don’t be a dickhead," I growled. "Take me home." "You guys can't go home yet. We haven't had tea and chats," Gibsie piped up. "And I have scones baking in the oven."
I stood up to leave. "I can go now." "Shannon." Johnny's hand snaked out and wrapped around my wrist. "I don’t want you to go," he said gruffly, tugging me back down beside him. "I want you here." He rested a hand on the bed right behind my back and leaned close. "I want you to stay with me."
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I was thoroughly addicted to every single thing about the girl and it had nothing to do with the physical – and the physical was pretty fucking perfect. Most importantly, she didn't look at me like I was a meal ticket. She looked right through all the bullshit. Seeing me. Seeing only me. And that made me want to move some shit around and place her slap bang in the middle of my world.
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"Jesus, I want her so fucking bad I can't think straight, Gibs." "Balls," Gibsie mused.
"But what if she doesn’t want to be my friend?" I asked, feeling that unfamiliar swell of uncertainty that seemed to accompany any thoughts I had of that girl. "Keep that pathetic, shit-talk up and I won't want to be your friend, you big vagina," Gibsie snorted. "What if she doesn’t want to be my friend," he mocked and then snorted, "Go home and find your balls – remember who the fuck you are – and while you're at it, have a pull on your dick, too. Even if you pass out from the pain, having an orgasm has to be worth it."
"Lube is normal," I agreed. "You, on the other hand, are not." "I don’t see what the problem is," he huffed. "I bought you a present. There's nothing weird about that. You should be thanking me for taking an interest in your life." "Lad, you just bought my dick a present," I deadpanned. "It doesn’t get much weirder than that."
If feelings were objects, then I was teetering on the edge of a great precipice, and if girls were weapons, then Shannon Lynch was the greatest weapon of mass destruction my heart had ever been exposed to. Because I was fucked. I didn’t bother denying it anymore. There was no point. I had never felt this much for another person in my entire life.
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.
But I already felt like I was drowning with her. That's how consumed I was in this girl. That's how much I loved her. Fuck.
"Please," Johnny croaked out. "I don’t want to be on my own." My heart constricted tightly in my chest, making it hard to breathe. "I can go and get Gibsie?" I offered weakly. Johnny shook his head. "I only want you."
And then he kissed me.
"Are you okay?" I breathed against his lips as I held onto his shoulders. "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.
"I'm so in love with him, Claire," I confessed, and then I burst into tears. "I love him so much that the thought of him not being okay is killing me."
"Oh, fuck," I groaned. "Am I dying or something?" "No, Johnny, love, you're not dying." "Thank fuck," I groaned. "'Cause I wanna see that girl again." "Okay, Johnny. Just relax, buddy." "No, no, no, Da, I'm serious," I slurred. "I think I love that girl." "Well, who's this girl?" "She's a river," I sighed and closed my eyes. "I'm keeping her, Da."
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A few moments passed by in hushed whispers. And then I heard those two words. "Hi, Johnny." "Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da," I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. "I'm done for."
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"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.
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"You are in trouble with me," I told Johnny once the door had clicked shut, leaving us alone together. "When you're back to your senses, we're going to talk about what you just did." "I don’t care," he slurred groggily. "I got what I wanted." "And what was that?" I asked. "To embarrass your mother?" "You," he slurred. "I got you." Oh, god. My heart.
"I think I need you for keeps," he slurred. "I think I need you for keeps, too," I confessed.