Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

When I saw her standing in my sitting room earlier, with that piece of shit leering at her like she was fresh meat, I all but took leave of my senses.

If I had more years on this earth, it still wouldn’t be enough time to describe the depth of the fear I’d felt when I watched that bastard train his attention on her.
How I kept the head, I would never understand, but the urge to protect her had been so strong that my need to get her safely away from my father had eclipsed everything else in that moment.
She had power over me, and we both knew it. I’d tried for so long to do the right thing, to steer clear of her, to be a good person for once in my life. She’d caught me in a weak moment though, and my resolve had continued to crumble with every stroke of her tongue.
I couldn’t think straight.
My mind came up blank and my body took over.
I couldn’t think about the argument I had with my parents, or the suspension I was facing at school. Not my sister’s bullies, or the shift at work that I knew I was late for.
I couldn’t think about anything other than her.
Aoife Molloy consumed me to the point that I didn't feel like everything was completely fucked in the world anymore.
Excitement and fear thrummed through my body. As I allowed myself to feel something other than hopelessness, as I enjoyed the sensation of being inside of my own body, my own head, for once without needing to self-medicate first.
Dangerous fucking lips, I warned myself, don’t get your hopes up.
Soaked to the skin from the rain pissing down on top of us, I felt a shiver rack through her body, and reluctantly forced myself to pull back. “Are you—”
“Don’t even think about stopping,” came her flustered reply, as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my sweats and dragged me back to her. “I’m not shaking because I’m cold,” she growled, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I’m shaking because you’re making me horny, so stop talking and keep kissing me.”
“Jesus,” I muttered, finding her blunt-to-the-point-of-outspoken nature even more of a turn on than usual. “Maybe you’re the dangerous one.”
“Maybe I am,” she agreed, sliding a hand underneath the hem of my t-shirt. “God, you’re so hard,” she moaned against my lips, as her hand trailed over my stomach.
“My dick’s a little further south, Molloy,” I teased against her lips.
“Funny,” she replied, “I was talking about your stomach, not the beast,” and then she raised my t-shirt up a few inches, taking a good long look at what I had to offer. “Yeah, I was definitely talking about those abs.”
“Like what you see?”
“What?” She grinned shamelessly. “I always check the product before I make any purchases.”
“And?”
She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.”
Her words did something to me, fucked my head up real good, and when she pulled me back into her embrace, and pressed her lips to mine, I couldn’t see beyond her.
Tread carefully, the beating muscle in my chest commanded, because if you let her in, if you let yourself fall for this girl, you’ll never recover.
Forget that shit, she’s already in.
Keep her.
“Oh my god, I think he just got her pregnant,” a female voice announced from somewhere behind us. “What did you expect? I told you he doesn’t do relationships. Oh my god, hold up! Is that Aoife Molloy?”
Jerking away like my lips had burned her, Molloy flicked her gaze over my shoulder to where the annoying fucking girls’ voices had come. “Aw crap,” she strangled out, clamping her thighs around my hips like a vice. “We are so busted.”
For fuck’s sake.
Clearing her throat, she said, “Uh, hey, Rebecca. Hey, Danielle.”
I glanced back at my house and, for the first time in my life, I actually wanted to go inside.
Jesus Christ.
Biting back a pained groan, I dropped my head on her shoulder for a moment while I steeled myself for the shit show that I had no doubt was about to unfold.

THIS IS ALL ON YOU


JANUARY 7TH 2004
AOIFE

“Is that seriously Aoife Molloy I’m seeing, with Joey Lynch between her legs?” Rebecca announced in a voice laced with exaggerated admonishment, as she stood underneath a bright pink umbrella, with her pal in tow. “And behind her boyfriend’s back.” Giving me a look of snooty superiority, she tutted softly. “On the wall outside his house, no less. Wow, classy girl, Aoife. Real classy.”
“Oh, bore off, Rebecca,” I growled, unwilling to wither under her snotty judgement. “We were kissing, not riding, so tone down the disbelief. It’s not that deep.”
“Joey?” Danielle choked out, and I stared in horror as tears filled her eyes. “What are you doing with her?”
“For fuck’s sake,” Joey muttered under his breath. Inhaling a deep, steadying breath, he stepped away from me and turned to face our classmates. “Girls,” he acknowledged with a clipped nod, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from all of our earlier kissing, as he took a stance in front of me. “What are you two doing around my neck of the woods?”
“Danielle was looking for you,” Rebecca snapped, gesturing to her tearful friend. “She wanted to make sure you were okay after what happened at school. More fool her, I guess?”
“Yeah, well, I’m fine.”
“Oh, yeah,” Danielle cried out hoarsely. “We can see just how fine you are.”
“Don’t start,” Joey said in a low, warning tone. “I didn’t you make any promises.”
“You had sex with me less than a week ago!” she practically screamed. “And now you’re… you’re…” She shook her blonde head and glared at me. “What the hell, Aoife? You were supposed to be my friend! What are you even doing here?”
I was?
I thought we were more classmates and acquaintances than bosom buddies.
“Hey.” Jumping down from the wall, I held my hands up. “I didn’t know you had anything serious going on with him.”
“We don’t,” Joey was quick to point out. “We have nothing going on, serious or otherwise.”
“And I was just…” Trailing off, I shrugged. “Checking on him, too.”
“Liar,” Danielle screamed, face turning an unflattering shade of purple. “You saw us together the other night. You knew exactly what was happening between us.”
“She did?” Joey barked. “Well, that makes one of us.”
“You have your own boyfriend to check on,” Rebecca hissed, tone accusing, as she joined the fray and pointed a finger at me. “You do remember Paul, don’t you?”
“Oh, pack it in, Becks,” Joey sneered. “He’s far from fucking perfect himself.”
“Yeah, does Paul know what you’ve been up to?” Danielle demanded, planting her hands on her curvy hips.
“Not yet,” I drawled calmly, when I felt anything but, and resisted the urge to reach into my pocket and grab my phone. “But I’m sure that you’ll be only too happy to tell him.”
“Oh, you can bet your ass I will.” She glared at me. “He’s going to flip his lid.”
“Bold of you to assume that I care,” I shot back, groaning internally when I couldn’t stop my mouth from verbally kicking my own ass.
Quiet, Aoife, you’re in the wrong here. Now shush.

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