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“Keep talking and it’ll be over before it starts,” he warned, hips gyrating against mine as he slowly built up a delicious rhythm that involved making minimal noise against the doorframe while making maximum impact on my body.
“You like my pussy, Joe?”
“I love your pussy.”
“How much?”
“Molloy.”
“Come on, Joe. Talk to me.”
“I can’t.” Releasing a pained groan, he dropped his head on my shoulder. “She’s right downstairs.”
“So?” I breathed, pulling his face back to mine and kissing him hard. “Since when do we care about what she thinks?”
“We don’t,” he agreed, lips meeting mine for a glorious kiss, while he rocked into me. “But this is her house—”
“This is your room,” I interrupted, thrusting myself against him. “And in your room, you fuck me, Joey.”
Heat flooded his eyes.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, giving myself entirely to him. “You can have me anytime, anyplace, anywhere because you own me.”
“Jesus.”
“Every inch of me,” I breathed, chest heaving against his as our bodies collided. “So, take what’s yours.”
Releasing a feral growl, Joey claimed my lips with his and did just that.
PART 2
14
Back to Bullshit…I Mean BCS
JOEY
I was a bundle of nerves.
I couldn’t fucking breathe out of concern for the girl in the bathroom.
Today was Shannon’s first day at Tommen, and she had been locked inside the bathroom for so long that I was beginning to consider the possibility that she might have washed herself down the drain.
I mean, in all honesty, there wasn’t much of her there to begin with.
It wasn’t that much of a stretch to imagine.
Unable to take another second of not knowing, I threw my door open, padded into the landing, and rapped my knuckles against the bathroom door.
“Shan? Hurry up, will ya?” I knocked again, lying through my teeth when I added, “I’m bursting for a piss.”
“Two minutes, Joey,” she called back and I leaned an ear against the door, listening as she muttered positive affirmations to herself from behind the closed door.
Poor kid.
“You can do this,” I heard her tell herself over and over again.
Jesus, I sure as hell hoped it was true, because I was over eighteen now, a legal adult, which meant that the next time I had to intervene on her behalf, I would be heading straight for Cork Prison.
