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“It’s okay,” I breathed, reaching under my skirt to quickly push my knickers down my legs and step out of them. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Your hair,” he said instead of answering me, studying me with eyes so dilated they were almost black. “It’s gone.”
A pang of sadness hit me and I quickly crashed my lips against his, desperate to avoid the ins and outs of that particular decision.
“Fuck.” Releasing a pained groan, he grabbed the backs of my thighs and hoisted me up in one swift move.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I slid my hand between us and guided the thick head of his dick inside of my body.
“Are you going to send me away again?” he asked in an achingly vulnerable tone, sinking deep inside of me. “Tell me now so I can be ready for it.”
My heart skipped.
“No, Joe.” Cupping his stubbly cheek, I leaned in close and brushed my lips against his. “I won’t ever send you away again.”
49
All Fucked Up Again
JOEY
“What the hell are you talking about?” Alec demanded at big break as he gaped across the lunch table at Casey. “Staind’s ‘It’s Been Awhile’ is a mint song.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t a good song,” she countered, handing him the MP3 player they had been passing back and forth during lunch. “I said it wasn’t a love song. It’s too depressing.”
“So? Life’s depressing,” he argued. “That’s the point.”
“Well, love’s not depressing.”
“Love is massively fucking depressing.”
“We’re never going to be on the same page with this, Al.”
“Then by all means inflict upon my ears your version of a love song.”
Casey tilted her head to one side, clearly thinking hard about her answer before swiping the mp3 player and pressing a few buttons. “‘World of Our Own.’” Casey smiled sweetly up at him. “Westlife.”
Looking wary, Alec put the ear pod to his ear and balked. “You are such a girl.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know every word of the song.”
He grinned wolfishly at her before bursting into the chorus.
“I knew it.” She laughed.
“You eating that, Lynchy?” Mack asked, gesturing to the untouched ham sandwich on the table in front of me.
I shook my head. “Have at it, lad.”
“Cheers.”
Leaning back in my seat, I stared aimlessly at the people sitting around me, with my mind reeling and my stomach in knots.
“Are you okay?” Molloy asked, shifting her chair closer to mine as she spoke. “You haven’t eaten anything all day.” She placed her hand on my bouncing knee to steady the tremor running through my body. “You’re really pale, Joe.”
“I’m grand,” I replied, turning sideways and forcing myself to give her my attention—and stop shaking. “It’s all good, Molloy.”
The look she gave me assured me that she didn’t believe a word of it, but she didn’t push. Probably because she already knew how very un-good life was for me right now. Everything felt like it was derailing again, and instead of keeping her safely at arm’s length, I had once again dragged her back into my bullshit.
