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“Shh,” he coaxed, kissing my neck. “Just ride it out.” He suckled on my neck. “Enjoy it.”

“Uh.” Clenching my eyes shut, I allowed myself to absorb what I was feeling. “Okay…”

“You like that, Shan?” he whispered in my ear, pumping his fingers in and out, prolonging the seizure-induced pleasure wrecking me. “Coming on my fingers?” He kissed me again, harder this time. “Because I fucking love it.”

Oh my god…

When I finally stopped shaking, Johnny slid his fingers out of me, and I thought he was going to roll off me, but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed my hips and settled between my legs once again, rocking his hips against me, causing another blast of tingling shock waves to erupt inside of me. I could feel his erection pressing against me, so hard it was terrifying. The friction from his jeans as he ground his body against mine was too much. Crying out, I slipped my hands into the waistband of his jeans and pulled him closer, wanting with everything I had to just fall into this boy and never come back out again.

Johnny grabbed my hands and dragged them above my head, holding both of my hands down on the pillow with one of his. His free hand moved to my hip as he continued to grind against me, lips fused together, his tongue massaging mine with almost wild, uncontrolled, lust-filled thrusts. Gasping against his lips, I hooked my legs around his waist, moving with him instinctively with every thrust of his hips.

Bang, bang, bang…

“Johnny!” Mrs. Kavanagh’s voice came from the other side of the door as another loud knock sounded. “I thought I told you to keep this door open.”

My eyes sprang open in horror and I froze. “Oh my god.”

“Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, breaking the kiss with a panting breath. Roughly clearing his throat, he called out, “We’re watching the bleeding film, Ma!”

“Well, now I’m up here, you can open the door and let me see you,” his mother called back.

“Give me a minute!” Rolling off me, Johnny flopped onto his stomach and muttered a string of curses into the duvet before climbing off the bed. “I’m sorry about her,” he grumbled as he watched me scramble off the bed and readjust my clothes.

“It’s fine,” I choked out, feeling mortified as I pushed down my dress and straightened my ponytail. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, watching me with concern. “Shan?”

“I’m just…” I looked around his room and shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know how to act now.” Clasping my hands together, I gestured to his bed and sighed. “I’m…embarrassed.”

Johnny smiled and closed the space between us. “Was it okay?” he asked, voice low and husky as he smoothed a hand over my hair and tipped my chin up. “What I did… Did you like it?”

I nodded, cheeks reddening. “Yeah.”

“Then don’t be shy with me,” he whispered, stroking my chin with his thumb. “And don’t be embarrassed, either. I love you, okay?”

“I love you, too,” I whispered, burying my face in his chest.

“The door, Jonathan!” Mrs. Kavanagh barked, knocking repeatedly on the other side. “Now!”

“All right,” Johnny roared back. “Jesus Christ, I’m coming, Ma!”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” his mother shot back. “Now open up.”

41

Slamming Doors

Johnny

Yeah, I was in trouble. The girl sitting in the passenger seat of my car was proof of that. Shannon’s phone was blowing up, had been for the past twenty minutes. I knew I was going to get the blame for keeping her out tonight, I knew I was going to get threatened, I knew a million other disastrous things would be waiting for me once I pulled onto her street, but I couldn’t find it in me to worry. Screw worrying, I was fuckingdelightedwith myself.

My uneventful Saturday had somehow morphed into Saturday night with my girlfriend on her back and my fingers inside her. Jesus Christ, the sounds she made when she came around me would haunt me. I didn’t want to give her back, but I also didn’t want to make her suffer the third degree from my mother. I went too far tonight. I knew it, but I couldn’t regret it, because she was just…mind-blowing. Honest to god, I was in so far with her that I knew I would drown. They might as well lock me up now, because I was done for.

Shannon’s knees were bopping restlessly as she stared out the windscreen of the car, watching the other cars whiz past us. I wanted to put her at ease, but I had no way of doing that. It wasn’t like I was going to be invited inside for tea and biscuits when I walked her to the door.More like threats and handcuffs.

“I hope Joey’s home,” Shannon said, dragging me from my thoughts.

“Hmm?”

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