“You’re such a stuck-up-cunt at times,” Jamie says. “You need to chill.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Cillian glares at Jamie. “Jealous prick,” he adds under his breath.
“Okay, enough.” Ash threads her fingers through Cillian’s, pulling him back. “Let’s go. The session is finished anyway.”
“Sure, babe.” His arms go around her again, and I puke a little in my mouth when he slams his lips down on hers and kisses her in a way that leaves no one in any doubt he’s staking his claim. For Jamie’s benefit, I’m sure.
“I’ll catch you later,” Ash says, surfacing for air a minute later. “Remember what I said, and practice, practice, practice,” she calls out before Cillian steers her out the door.
“I don’t like that guy,” Conor says.
“I’m beginning to agree with you, mate,” Jamie adds.
Simone Sullivan’s eighteenth birthday party is equally the worst night of my life and the absolute best. Worst because our first public performance as a band is a complete fucking disaster. We’re still all over the place, and it shows. While the girls dancing in front of the stage were full of admiration, the guys shouting insults and throwing bottles at us from the corner weren’t holding back.
And best because it’s the night I lose my virginity.
I’m drowning my sorrows with a bottle of beer, propped against the bar in the large marquee erected on the grounds of the Sullivan mansion in Enniskerry, when the birthday girl comes up to me.
Simone is beautiful with gorgeous reddish-brown hair and the most stunning hazel eyes. She’s way out of my league, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try to get in her knickers. Her body is like my every wet dream come to life, and I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes on her face and not looking down the front of her strapless black minidress. Her tits are huge, and they’re right there in front of my face. I spring an instant boner. “Having a good time?” I ask, adjusting the erection digging into the zip of my ripped jeans as I flash her a flirty grin.
“Nope.” Grabbing my bottle, she empties the rest of my beer down her throat. I use the opportunity to sneak a look down her dress, and I almost die on the spot. Fuck me. I need to get my hands and my lips on those titties. Saliva pools in my mouth, and my cock aches with need.
She slams the bottle down on the counter and drills me with a poisonous look. “Your band is shite. I just broke up with my cheating arsehole of a boyfriend, and I punched my best friend and told her to go fuck herself after I caught her banging my fella in the downstairs loo. My cake wasred fucking velvet. Like what the fuck is that? What the hell is wrong with good ole chocolate fudge cake? Which is what I asked for, but Mum ignores anything I say.”
She grabs a half-empty bottle of beer from the counter and takes a quick swig before putting it down and grabbing me by the shirt. “I hate most everyone here, and I don’t know why I even bothered having a party because I’m having a shit time, and to top it off, I’m not even drunk!” Her eyes flare with frustration before darkening when they lower to my mouth.
“Sounds like you need to destress.” I run the tip of my finger up her bare arm as she relaxes her iron fist in my shirt. “It’s not too late to turn your birthday into a fun night.” I trace my finger across her collarbone. I’m so fucking tempted to bury my hand in the gap between her tits, but I think that might be pushing it.
Ma always says all good things come to those who wait, so I’ll hold off on groping her tits in public.
She laughs. “I suppose you’re offering?”
“Hell yeah.” I cock my head to one side and flash her another flirty grin.
“I’ll admit you have a lot of stage presence. You look like you belong up there.” She moves in closer, placing her hands on my hips. “You look the part too.” She drags her eyes up and down my body, lingering on the noticeable bulge at my crotch. “Your band needs to get their act together, butyouhave something special.” Her lips land on my jaw the same time her hands land on my arse. “And a great arse.”
I move my lips to her ear. “Want to take this somewhere private?” My arms go around her back, and I press her in against me, ensuring she feels how hard I am for her.
Her pupils are blown when she lifts her head and stares into my eyes. “You do owe me after that rubbish performance.” Her eyes glint with desire, and my palms are itching to explore every delicious inch of her.
“I do,” I readily agree, fully prepared to lie if she asks me how old I am.
But she doesn’t.
“I get horny when I’m pissed off.” She links her fingers in mine and leads me out of the marquee. When she looks up at me, a naughty grin is dancing over her lips. “And I’m really fucking pissed off tonight.”
Pushing her up against the wall, I cage her in between my arms. “Challenge accepted,” I purr before crashing my mouth to hers.
6
AGE 16
“Dillon, can I come in?” Ma asks, knocking on the door but waiting to open it.
“Yeah.” I sigh, closing my notepad and preparing for the speech I know is coming. I’ve been expecting it since I was almost expelled from school on Monday.
Ma quietly opens the door and slips into my bedroom carrying a white envelope in her hand. Now that Shane is living in a house with his girlfriend, Fiona, and Ciarán is in college in Galway, Ro and I finally have our own bedrooms. I never minded rooming with my chill little bro, but it’s sick having my own space.
