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“Because you spat the dummy.”
“And you came running.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Molloy.”
She narrowed her eyes right back at me. “Joey.”
Jesus, I couldn’t deal with this girl.
I shook my head, feeling at a loss. “Well, if people at school didn’t know about us before, they certainly do now.”
“Good.” More bitchy glaring. “I have nothing to be ashamed of, have you?”
I glowered back at her. “No.”
“Good,” she bit out. “Glad we got that cleared up.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing here.” I threw my hands up. “I really fucking don’t.”
“You’re here for the same reason that I am, asshole,” she came right out with and then sucker punched me in the chest with the next statement. “Because you’re in love with the person staring back at you, the same way I am.”
“I’mnotin love with you,” I warned her, tone shaky now. “I’m not, Molloy. I don’t love you.”
“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, Joey.” She had the nerve to roll her eyes and say, “You love me so much that it makes you sick.”
“You’re so fucking full of yourself,” I snapped, completely unnerved by the blonde, who was crawling over the console to sit on my lap. “You don’t know what’s in my head, Molloy.”
“I’m in your head.” Straddling my hips, she reached for the hem of her school jumper and quickly yanked it off. “Then, now, always.”
“Don’t pull this shit with me,” I heard myself say, even though I had my hand behind the back of my head to tug my jumper off right along with hers.
Her hands moved to the buttons of her school shirt, and I didn’t even pretend not to watch as she deftly flicked each one open, revealing a sexy, lace pink bra constraining her massive tits.
“Jesus,” I growled, hardening to the point of pain beneath her.
“Tell me.” Shrugging off her shirt, she reached behind her for the clasp of her bra and gave me a teasing smile as she withdrew her hand and settled her palm on my chest instead. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Not happening,” I replied, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her roughly to my chest. Reaching a hand up the middle of her back, I quickly unsnapped the clasp of her bra. “Because I don’t.”
“Because you’re scared,” she corrected, pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of my mouth, as she slowly drew the straps of her bra down each arm before tossing it on the floor. “Because you’re,” pausing, she leaned in and traced my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, and then whispered, “a pussy.”
MAKING UP AND MAKING OUT
MAY 7TH 2004
AOIFE
You know the old saying;don’t poke the bear?
Yeah, I poked him.
Furious at my goading, Joey had decided that the best way to prove that he wasn’t a pussy was by eating mine.
Strewn over the passenger seat of my steamed-up car, which had been fully reclined to the point that my hair was spilling onto the back seat, I rocked my hips against his face, as my fingers clutched at his hair.
“Don’t stop!” As naked as the day I’d been born, and in broad daylight, I gave a grand total of zero fucks, as he drove me to the brink of madness with his fingers and tongue. “Don’t fucking stop, Joe!”
“Ease up on the thigh clenching, Molloy,” he growled, and I looked down to see my thighs squeezing his neck tightly. “You’re cutting off my circulation here.”
