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Because of the alcohol coursing through my veins, it took me an extra few seconds to register what was happening.
The feel of her tongue sliding against my lips was like a douse of water.
I jerked my head away, but she had a death grip on my hair, keeping my lips on hers.
Temper rising, I stood abruptly, knocking the table in the process, and thankfully freeing myself from her hold.
Drinks smashed to the floor, glass shattering around us, drawing the whole room's attention to our table.
"What the fuck, Joh
"When I tell you no," I growled, wiping the back of my mouth as I glared down at her. "I fucking mean no!"
"I just wanted you to kiss me," she screamed. "Is that too much to ask?"
"I don’t want to fucking kiss you!" I roared back, losing control of my temper. "I don’t want your mouth on mine. I don’t want your hands on my body. Because I don’t fucking want you!"
I regretted my words immediately.
But it was too late.
Bella burst into tears, and of course, I was the bastard who made her cry.
Dirty looks from half a dozen girls at the table all directed at me and I was done for the night.
Releasing a low growl, I ran my hand through my hair and staggered out of the barmaid's way as she shoved past me with a dustpan and brush.
Stalking outside, I dragged my phone out of my jeans pocket and called for a taxi, relieved as hell when the voice on the other end said five minutes.
I needed out of here and far away from my poor decisions.
The poorest of those being that dangerous fucking girl I'd tangled myself up with.
In this moment, I was glad my body was broken.
I was glad that I hadn't been able to have sex since Halloween.
Maybe it was fate?
Without my cock blinding my ability to make good choices in lieu of pussy, I was able to see through Bella's façade.
And it wasn’t pretty.
Knowing that I would rather peel my skin off than touch her again gave me some semblance of comfort.
Never again, Joh Never a-fucking-again, lad. Leaning against the wall of the pub, I allowed my thoughts to wander back to those lonesome eyes. I wanted to see those eyes. And the girl they belonged to. The alcohol ru Tomorrow, when I woke up with a clear head, I would no doubt feel every ounce of the implications of my wayward thoughts, but for now, while I was temporarily void of a moral compass, I envisioned all the terrible fantasies in great, colorful detail. It was nice. She was nice to think about. She was fucking beautiful. Her voice. Her hair. Her smell. The way she spoke. Every single part of her. I was deep in thought, contemplating how different it would have been had it been Sha "Joh By pal, he meant Gibsie. Because Gibsie was usually the influencer behind terrible decisions like the one I made tonight. "He's still inside," I explained, using every ounce of concentration to not stagger as I pushed off the wall. "Thanks for coming so fast, man." "Like I'd leave you here, boyo," he chuckled. "Don’t forget your old friend Paddy when you're up in the big smoke with the big boys." I couldn’t remember my old friend Paddy now, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. "Joh "Who's us?" I replied slowly. "If you're talking about that crazy fucking girl then forget it, Hughie. She's not my responsibility, and I'd rather cut my cock off than go back inside and deal with her." "Who – Bella?" Hughie frowned and shook his head. "No, man. Fuck her. She's already gone back to Cormac. He was hiding in the lounge all night. Didn’t come out until you were gone, the coward." He dragged me over to the window and pointed inside. "You can't leave them here." My gaze flicked from Hughie to Gibsie, who was currently face down on the table, snoring his head off, to Patrick Feely, who was being molested by one of Bella's friends, to Bella, who was dry-humping Cormac Ryan, and then back to Hughie. "Why me?" I groaned. "Because we're your babies," Hughie a "My babies?" I slurred. "How the fuck are you three anyone's babies?" "You're our captain," Hughie slurred. "We're kind of your responsibility." "On the pitch, ya gobshite." "Come on, Cap, you're the one with the empty house. You know Feely's mother will lose her shit if he goes home in this condition, and my mam won't let us through the front. And Gibs –" he gestured a thumb to the window. "He's as good as your brother, lad." All unfortunate truths. "You're a bunch of bleeding eejits, is what ye are," I grumbled before relenting. "Fine." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "Get them. I'm going now." "You absolute legend, Kavanagh," Hughie praised as he staggered back into the pub to get the lads. On any other occasion, I would offer to help him. Gibs was a handful after drink, but I'd sooner walk over hot coals than go back inside and face Bella. "Sorry about this, Paddy," I mumbled, wandering over to lean against the taxi while I waited for the three fucking stooges to come out of the bar. "I thought I'd be alone." "No worries, boyo," the plump little man replied. "Any friend of Joh "Yeah? Well, my friends are assholes," I admitted with a shrug. And partial to puking. In taxis... "Paddy –" Scratching the back of my head I turned to look at him, my mind set on potential damage control. "Remind me to drop you off a couple of tickets to one of our home games in the summer, if you're interested." "Jesus, Joh I shrugged off his words, knowing that at seventeen years old I should be rattled to hear a man more than three times my age giving me such high praise, but I had heard those exact words so many times that the compliment ran off me like water off a duck. "Appreciate the support, man," I replied. "You have my number on your call list. Just send me a text to remind me because I'm drunk as fuck right now and won't remember a word of this in the morning." "Will do," Paddy replied. "And not to be overstepping the line here, but you're well rid of that girl." I frowned at him, mentally racking my head for a time in history when I'd been foolish enough to take her home with me. That's the only way the taxi driver would know.