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“The girls in our class.”
“Which girls?”
“Take your pick. You’ve been with most of them.”
“When?”
“Joey.” She gave me a hard look. “Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining.”
What could I say to that? Nothing that wouldn’t result in her going full-blown drama queen on me, so I sensibly kept my mouth shut and took a sip from her can instead.
“Ha. See? You can’t even deny it. You’re such a slut,” she accused, snaking a hand under my hoodie to pinch my nipple. “Did you lick her out, Joe?” Her eyes narrowed. “What am I saying? Of course you did. Nobody is as good as you are at giving head unless they’ve been around the block a time or thousand.”
I remembered all too well how Molloy had reacted when I admitted to having sex with Danielle back in third year. I’d been given the silent treatment for weeks and we had only been friends at the time.
I was a quick enough learner to know that it would be less painful to chew my own arm off than willingly wade back into that kind of dangerous territory. It was a trap and nothing I said could benefit me, so I took a mental vow of silence and kissed her cheek instead.
“Hmm.” Huffing out a breath, Molloy cupped my cheek with her glove-covered hand and gave me a hard look. “It’s a good thing I love you.”
Yeah, it was.
She cracked a smile then and leaned in to kiss me, smearing the sticky lip gloss on my lips.
“I hate that stuff,” I grumbled, trailing my tongue over my bottom lip and tasting her. “You don’t need to wear any of it. You look good, baby.”
“I know I do.” She grinned back at me and tapped my nose with her glove-covered finger. “I wear it for me, not you.”
I shrugged. “Fair enough.”
“So, are you doing okay?” Twisting sideways so that she was sitting on my lap, Molloy hooked an arm around my neck and snuggled into my chest. “You good, stud?”
I knew what she meant and I nodded slowly. “I’m good, queen.”
“Are you going to answer that?” she asked, alluding to the phone that was still vibrating in my pocket. “It’s been going off all night.”
It didn’t take a genius to know that it was my mother calling, and it sure as hell didn’t take any guesses to know what she wanted, either.
“No,” I replied, knowing that if I did answer my phone, there was a very big chance that I would have to cut and run.
Surprise flashed in her eyes. “No?”
“No,” I confirmed, tightening my arms around her. “I’m here with you.”
“Oh.” She beamed up at me. “You are so getting the good loving tonight.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” Hooking an arm around my neck, she pulled me close and stroked her cold nose against mine. “Then what would you say to having a little roll around in the hay?”
“I’d say you’re a bad influence on me.” I laughed against her lips.
“Really?” she purred. “Because I’d say that I’m an even better influence when I’m on you and you’re in me.”
“If you’re trying to make me hard, then mission accomplished, Molloy.”
“I’m trying to get my hole, Joe.”
“Jesus, your mouth is terrible.”
