Joey Lynch was the hothead hurler for Tommen College. He was popular, but he didn’t care. He was rich, but he didn’t act like it. The girls all loved him and the guys were all jealous of him.

You knew all about the hotheaded hurler. More disturbingly, you knew who his father was. His bad temper, armed with that tidbit homicidal information should’ve been enough to make you turn in your heels and run in the opposite way of this boy. Especially because you already had a boy.

I will break this..” Joey paused to gesture between the two of you, before adding. ”Whatever this is. I will fuck it up.”

”No you’re not,” You shook your head. ”Because you’re not him.”

Joey stiffened. ”You don’t know that, Molloy. You don’t know me—„

His words broke off when you kissed him.

Joey froze for a long moment, but then he was kissing you back, twisting your bodies around so that you were the one with your back to his garden wall.

The kiss was raw and needy, with Joey’s hands in your hair, his tongue in your mouth and his big body cemented to yours.

Soaked from the rain pissing down on both of you, a shudder racked through your body and Joey reluctantly forced himself to pull back.

“Are you—“

“Don’t even think about stopping,” Came your flustered reply, dragging his lips back.

“I’m shaking because you’re making me horny, so stop taking and keep kissing me.”

“Jesus,” Joey muttered before returning to your lips.

“God you’re so hard,” You agreed, sliding a hand underneath the hem of Joey’s shirt.

“My dick’s a little further south,” Joey teased against your lips.