“Always, Joe,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Always.”
Braless beneath his white t-shirt, and with only his black boxers to cover my ass, I piled my hair into a make-shift bun on top of my head, and trailed downstairs with Joey, too hungover to care that I looked like something the cat dragged in.
Fully aware that much of last night’s make-up was still smeared across my face, I checked my vanity at the kitchen door, and let him walk me inside.
“Joey,” his mother said from her usual perch at the table. Her gaze flicked to me and I felt a sudden shift in her mood. “Aoife.”
“Morning.” Acknowledging his mother, Joey walked us over to the kettle, keeping my back pressed to his front as he set to work on making coffee.
The need to conceal his hard-on that was digging into my back was no doubt the reason for keeping me close.
“The two of you woke half the house up last night, making all that racket when you came in.”
“Hi, Marie,” I replied, offering her a smile, even though she did not look happy to see me. “Sorry about that.”
“Yeah,” Joey called over his shoulder, while poking me in the rib. “She’ll puke quieter next time.”
“Asshole,” I grumbled under my breath, trying and failing to stamp on his foot with my heel because the asshole had the reflexes of a cat.
“Oh,” his mother said, watching us warily from her perch. “When you didn’t bring Aoife around over Christmas, I thought you two might have gone your separate ways.”
No such luck, bitch.
“I’m afraid I’m here to stay.” I gave her an extra wide smile, as I spooned sugar into my mug. “Coffee?”
“No. Thank you.” She turned her attention to her son. “I’ve agreed to take on Betty Murphy’s cleaning shift at the hospital this afternoon. You’ll be here to watch Sean, won’t you?”
“No.”
“No?” Confusion filled her blue eyes. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean no.” Stepping around me now that his morning wood was under control, Joey moved for the fridge and grabbed the milk. “I have plans.”
“What plans?”
“Just plans, Mam,” Joey replied, pouring a dollop of milk into both of our mugs.
“With who?”
“With Aoife,” he replied, winking when he handed me the mug.
My heart thudded in victory.
“Can you change your plans?” his mother pressed. “I already told Betty that I would cover her shift.”
“No, I can’t,” Joey replied slowly. “Sunday is my only day off and I’m spending it with my girlfriend.”
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Giving her a sweetly smug fuck-you smile, I leaned up on my tip-toes, and pressed a kiss to her son’s cheek.
“We need the money.”
“I don’t know what to tell ya, Mam.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do with Sean?”
Joey shrugged but didn’t answer.
“Shannon is at Nanny’s getting her uniform altered, and your father has taken Ollie and Tadhg to that hurling blitz at the pavilion.”
“He’s your son,” came my boyfriend’s quiet reply.
“I know that, Joey, but I need you.”
“Mam.”
“You have responsibilities.”
His nostrils flared. “I’m well aware.”
“We can stay here and mind Sean for your mam, Joe,” I decided to say, thrilled that he was trying to put me first, but knowing that his guilt would only serve as a downer on his mood for the rest of the day. “It’s not like we have anything better to do.”
“You sure?” Uncertain green eyes landed on mine. “You didn’t sign up to spending your Sunday babysitting my brother, Molloy.”
No, but I definitely signed up to be with you.
“I’m sure.” I gave him an enthusiastic nod before turning back to his mother. “We’ll watch your son.”
Joey’s mother didn’t like me, didn’t want me anywhere near any of her sons, but I had her over a rock, and she could do nothing but nod stiffly and say, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Still smiling, I caught ahold of Joey’s hand and practically dragged him out of the kitchen. “Let’s go.”
“Did you see the look on her face?” he chuckled, following me up the staircase, trying to balance both steaming mugs of coffee. “She’s raging.”
“Because she doesn’t want me in her house.” Closing his bedroom door behind us, I turned the key in the lock and prowled towards him. “Distracting her perfectly trained, busy little worker bee.”
Setting both mugs down on his windowsill, Joey turned back to me and gave me a heated look. “Call me a bee again, and I’ll have to sting ya.”
“Sounds tempting.”
Reaching for the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing, I quickly whipped it over my head and laughed when he groaned. “Fuck.”
“Come on, Joe.” Hooking my fingers into the waistband of the boxers I was wearing, I pushed the fabric down my thighs. “I have the perfect place for you to put your stinger.”
“Your mind is so messed up,” he laughed, pushing his sweats down his narrow hips. “You can make filth out of anything, Molloy.”
“You love my dirty mind.”
“You’re right. I do,” he agreed, as he closed the space between us and reached for me. “And I love your ass.” Hoisting me up, he pushed my back against his door and leaned in close. “And these lips.”
Kissing me deeply, he growled into my mouth and rocked himself against me, causing the thick head of his cock to probe my clit.
“Do it, Joe,” I encouraged, hooking my legs around his waist, as I slipped a hand between us and fisted his shaft. “Take me.”
“Have me,” he whispered against my lips, as he slowly rocked into my touch. “Put me inside you.”
Oh, Jesus.
Shivering against his lips, I tilted my pelvis, aligning my body with his, and slowly fed him into my body, breathing hard as he filled me to the point of pain. “You stretch me so good.”
“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.”