Saving 6: Boys of Tommen #3

APRIL 24TH 2004

AOIFE

“SO, I had this strange dream last night.”

“Did you, Aoife, love?” Dad replied.

“Yeah, I did.” Leaning my hip against the side of the jacked-up car that my father was working on, I sighed dramatically. “And when I woke up this morning, I was completely soaked.”

The sound a spanner clattering to the ground and then the words, “Jesus Christ,” filled my ears.

I grinned in victory.

“Are you alright there, Joey, lad?” my dad asked from where he was rummaging under the bonnet of the car with a dipstick in hand. “How’s that undertray coming along, son?”

Joey, whose upper body was hidden beneath the car they were working on, muttered another curse before saying, “Yeah, Tony, it’s nearly on there.”

“Good lad yourself,” Dad said, turning his attention back to me. “You know, Aoife, pet, if you’re sweating that much during the night, it’s a sign that you’re coming down with something.”

“Yeah, I certainly felt like I was coming—“

Another loud clatter sounded from beneath the car. “Fuck.”

“Down with something at the time.” I smiled sweetly at my dad. “But I’m fine now, Dad.”

“Good girl yourself.” Dad smiled and then turned his attention to the phone ringing in the office. “I better answer that.”

“Yeah, you really should, Dad.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he muttered, hurrying off in the direction of the ringing phone.

“Take your time, Dad,” I called out, when he closed the office door behind him. “Please.”

“Fucking with me in front of your dad?” Rolling out from beneath the car, Joey glared up from his perch on the creeper. “That’s a new low, Molloy.”

“How about I just fuck you, instead,” I teased, slowly lowering myself onto his lap. “Hmm, Joe?”

“Please,” he groaned, hands moving to my hips to stop me before I could straddle his dick. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Don’t you want me?”

“Molloy.”

“We could have so much fun on this thing,” I purred, rocking my body enough to make his body roll back and forth on the creeper. “Don’t you want to play with me, Joe?”

“Please,” he begged, holding firm. “I will play with you later.”

“Fine.” Huffing out a breath, I climbed off him and resumed leaning against the car. “I really did have a dream about you last night.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh-huh. It was epic.” I poked his blue overall-clad thigh with my foot and grinned. “And I really was soaking when I woke.“

“Okay.” Quickly springing to his feet, Joey grabbed a rag off the trolley and wiped his oil-stained hands. “I can’t be hearing this when I have to spend the next four hours with your father.”

“Casey and I had managed to sneak into an over eighteen’s nightclub in the city,” I continued, not listening to a word he said. “She ditched me in the smoking area for some guy, and when I was all alone on the dancefloor, you appeared.”

“That’s it?” He folded his arms across his chest. “That’s your epic dream?”

“Not all of it,” I whispered, stepping closer, and then laughing when he took two steps back to put some space between us. “You were flirting with me, and you bought me a beer.”

“Wow,” he deadpanned. “Aren’t I the gentleman?”

“You weren’t when you took me into the bathroom and fucked me against the sink.”

“Against the sink?” Now, I had his interest piqued. “How was that for you?”

“Epic.” I smiled. “Except that it wasn’t our first time. In my dream, we had been having sex for months.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “In mine, too.”

“Funny.” I took another step towards him. “You came home with me afterwards. You were so… sad.”

“Sad?” His brows furrowed. “I just fucked you in a nightclub toilet, Molloy. Why would I be feeling anything other than delighted with myself?”

“You wouldn’t tell me,” I explained, sidling closer to him. “You were just so adamant that you couldn’t go home. So, you slept in my bed with me, and we were together the entire night.” I blew out a shaky breath. “See? Epic dream.”

“Huh. Sounds similar to the dream I had last night,” he said with a thoughtful look about him. “But you were fucking me from above and I was far from sad about it—”

“Joe, that was Mary Dineen,” Dad called out from the office doorway, causing Joey to practically leap away from me. “She’s after breaking down by the halfway roundabout.”

“He told her about that head gasket,” Joey whispered, smirking. “But would she listen?”

“I told the woman that head gasket didn’t have another ten miles in it, but would she listen?” Dad growled.

Joey winked, and it was slightly unsettling how well he knew my father.

“Well, now she’ll be paying a lot more than she would have been.” Dad shook his head in frustration and grabbed the keys of the tow-truck. “The tight old biddy.”

“Do you need me to come with you?”

“No, lad, you’re grand here. Just finish off the oil change on the Rover, and you can call it a day. I’ll be half the day trying to sort this out.”

“Fair enough.”

“Good lad yourself. Don’t forget to lock everything up when you’re leaving,” Dad called out, as he climbed into his truck. “Aoife, do you want a spin home, pet?”

“No, I’m grand, Dad,” I called back, waving my father off as he started the engine. “I have my car with me,” I added, knowing that it would delight him.

“Good girl yourself.”

He beeped twice before pulling out of the garage.

“Now.” Turning back to the boy who looked disgustingly sexy in his overalls, I pounced. “Where were we?”

“I was finishing up an oil change,” he said, sidestepping me. “If you can behave yourself, you can keep me company until I’m finished.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Molloy.”

“What? It’s Saturday. It’s my day off.”

“Then feel free to go enjoy yourself,” he drawled, quickly setting to work like the dutiful apprentice he was, “Because I have to work on Saturdays.”

“Joe.”

He shook his head. “No.”

Reaching for the buttons on my blouse, I flicked the top one open. “I bet I can change your mind?”

“Out.” He slammed the hood of the car down. “Get out now.”

“Fine, fine.” I relented. “I’ll be good, I swear.”

Keeping Joey company while he worked turned out to be a very un-boring experience. He knew his way around a car almost as well as my father did, and that wasn’t an easy feat.

Straddling the creeper, I had spent most of the afternoon wheeling back and forth, while we chatted shit and exchanged banter.

He was explicitly clean, too, I found myself noticing, as I watched him clean as he worked. Tidying everything up and putting every nut, bolt, and tool back in its place before he finished up.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked from my perch on my father’s desk. Legs swinging, I reached into the large tub of lollypops, and scooped up a red one. “What do you want to do for the rest of the night?”

“I should probably go home and check on things,” he admitted, keeping his back to me, as he scrubbed his hands at the sink. “I’ve been here since early this morning and I—“

“No,” I protested, unwrapping my lollypop and popping it in my mouth. “You can’t go home.”

He sighed heavily. “Molloy.”

“It’s Saturday night,” I moaned. “And I’ve waited all day for you to be done.”

“I know, and I get that, but I have responsibilities at home.” He turned to look at me. “I’ll walk you home first.”

“I brought the car.”

He smiled. “How’s that going for you?”

“Shocking,” I admitted. “I can’t get past third gear.”

He laughed.

“Listen.” Springing off my perch, I prowled towards him, giving him my best moves, as I tried to look as enticing as possible. “How about if we just—”

“I have to go home,” he warned, arms coming around my waist when I reached his chest. “It’s not a matter of want, it’s a matter of need, okay?”

“Fine.” Letting my head fall forward against his chest, I muttered a string of curses under my breath. “Or,” I quickly added when an idea came to me. “Since you’re finishing work an hour earlier than usual, you could come to my house and spend that hour with me, and I’ll drive you home afterwards.”

“You’ll drive me home?”

“It’ll be good practice. And you’ll still be home on time to do whatever it is that you need to do.”

“I don’t know, Molloy.”

“Mam’s not at home,” I hurried to say. “And Kev’s at one of those creepy sleepovers.”

I could see the temptation in his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, we would be all alone.” I went in for the kill. “In an empty house, with a big bed, and no distractions.”

I felt his enthusiasm grow against my belly. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t ya?”

Grinning, I reached for his hand and pulled. “Let’s go.”

My back hit the mattress moments before Joey came crashing down on me.

Laughing against his lips, I pushed myself up on my elbows, and watched as he knelt between my legs and quickly dragged his t-shirt off, before moving for my blouse.

I didn’t let it get in my way or sour my mood that he could flick the buttons off a blouse and unsnap a bra quicker than a porn-star. I couldn’t be mad at him for having a past. Besides, he had the good grace to never mention how experienced he was, while I was more than happy to enjoy the perks of said experience.

See; it was a win-win situation all round.

When we were both topless, he grabbed ahold of my hips and dragged me down the bed to where he was kneeling.

“An hour,” he warned, lips claiming mine in the most drugging kiss imaginable. “And then I’m gone.”

“Fine, fine, whatever you say, Joe,” I whispered, and then moaned loudly, when he reached between my jean-clad thighs and roughly cupped me, causing a jolt of pleasure directly to my clit. “Oh, Jesus.”

“Not Jesus; just Joey.”

“Shh.” With my hands knotted in his hair, and my legs locked around his waist, I kissed the lips off the boy on top of me, needing him more in this moment than I thought humanly possible. “Oh, Joe.”

Grimacing in what seemed like a combination of fury and pain, he cupped the back of my head with his big, callused hand, while he reached his free hand between us and deftly popped the button on my jeans.

The zip went down next, and then, by some special sort of magic, he was dragging the fabric down my thighs, while his lips moved to my breasts, tongue flicking over my pebbled nipple, as he licked and suckled me.

When my jeans were off, he kissed a trail back up my body until he found my lips.

Growling into my mouth, he snaked an arm behind my back, and then we were rolling, not stopping until I was the one on top of him.

The move was just so effortless sexy.

“You have some serious moves.” I blew out a shaky breath and took in our surroundings. “You even got your sweats off without me noticing. It’s seriously impressive.”

He smirked up below me, hands moving to tangle with the waistband of my knickers “You’re impressive.”

“I am so wet for you right now,” I admitted, hands moving to rest on his bare chest, as I rocked my hips against his boxer-clad erection. “It’s insane.”

“I know.” He rocked his hips upwards. “I can feel you.”

His words caused me to clench everywhere.

“So.” Trailing a finger down his chest, I stopped when I reached the elastic waistband of his boxers. “What do you want to do now?”

“You tell me, Molloy.” His hands moved to my hips, and he gave me a reassuring squeeze. “You’re calling the shots here.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, you are.” Leaning up on his elbows, he pressed an achingly soft kiss to my neck. “You set the pace on this, and I’ll fall in line with you.”

Fuck me.

I exhaled a ragged breath before asking, “So, if I told you that I wanted us to have sex?”

“Then I’d tell you that I have a condom in my wallet.”

“And if I told you that I just wanted to sit on your lap and look at you?”

“Then I’d tell you feel free to look.”

My heart bucked around wildly.

“Joe?”

“Molloy.”

“Get your wallet.”

His eyes blazed with heat. “That’s the pace you want to set here, Molloy?”

Nodding slowly, I whispered, “Get the condom,” as I climbed off his lap, and settled back down on my bed.

Without a word, Joey did just that. Reaching into his grey sweatpants pocket, and then his wallet, to retrieve a foil wrapper.

Breathless and trembling, I lowered myself onto my back and reached for the waistband of my thong.

“Just don’t hurt me, okay?” I squeezed out, watching as he sheathed his impressively big dick.

Oh god.

“Seriously,” I strangled out, eyes flicking to his, when he closed the space between us, and climbed on top of me. “Be, uh, gentle with me.”

Nodding slowly, he pressed a kiss to my lips and then deepened it, kissing me with so much affection and tenderness, that I felt myself relax into the mattress.

Feeling weakened and aroused, I let my legs fall open to take him inside of me.

Settling between my thighs, he kissed me deeply, as he aligned the thick head of his cock against me.

And that’s when it happened.

“No, wait!” Like the habit of a lifetime I clammed up at the pivotal moment and choked out the words, “I’m sorry…I’ve changed my mind.”

I felt his body tense above me, heard the groan when he buried his face in my neck, and I mentally prepared myself for the backlash I fully expected to come.

It didn’t.

However, something much stranger happened.

Instead, of shouting at me and calling me a cock-tease, like I had been so used to hearing from Paul when we had been in similar positions, Joey pressed a kiss to my neck before pulling back to ask, “Do you want me to get you off anyway?”

My eyes widened. “Huh?”

“Get you off, Molloy,” he repeated, leaning back in to kiss me. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Aren’t you mad?”

He frowned. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because I choked.”

His frown deepened. “And?”

I shrugged. “And I got your hopes up.”

“Jesus.” Chuckling softly, he pressed another drugging kiss to my lips before kneeling back on his haunches, his fully erect dick bouncing around proudly. “You seem to be under the illusion that I’m some sex starved deviant, incapable of spending time with you, unless that time revolves around being between your legs.”

“Aren’t you?”

“You wound me.”

“You want in between my legs, don’t lie.”

“I absolutely want in between your legs,” he wholeheartedly agreed. “But that’s not what I’m here for.”

“Then what are you here for, Joe?”

“Your company.”

“Funny.”

“Your company,” he repeated, unyielding.

“Really?”

“I didn’t come here with the expectation of sex,” he said. “That’s not why I’m here and it’s not why I keep coming back, either.”

“But you do want to?”

“Obviously, I want to.” He gestured to his dick. “But I’m not going to force you into doing something that you have the honesty to admit you’re not ready for.” He blew out a breath and shrugged. “I’d rather you tell me now than regret me after.”

“Wow.”

He heard the word no, took the meaning, and obliged, without complaint or confrontation.

It was so refreshing.

It was such a turn on that I almost regretted saying it.

“I would never regret you, Joe,” I said, sitting up so that our chests were touching. “I couldn’t. Not ever. I care too much.”

“I know.” His eyes burned with heat. “And I know that I’m not good with the words you need to hear from me.”

“I know,” I whispered, understanding. “It’s okay.”

“But don’t ever think that I don’t have feelings,” he said, and then pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”