Favourite mistake

Kian

I should've been used to people walking away. It was the only thing I'd ever really known.

But here was Mallory Lynch, looking me dead in the eyes, telling me she wasn't going anywhere.

I wanted to believe her. Fuck, I needed to believe her.

Her hands were warm against my face, her fingers pressing lightly against the bruises on my cheek like she could wipe them away. Like they didn't matter to her.

"I'm in this for the long haul, Holland," she said, voice steady. "I want to be with you."

I swallowed hard, my hands twitching at my sides. "Mal—"

"Don't," she cut me off. "Don't push me away again. Don't tell me this is a bad idea. I already know it is."

That made me let out a sharp breath, half a laugh. "You're really selling this, Lynch."

She smirked. "Yeah, well. I'm an idiot, and apparently, you're my favorite mistake."

Something in my chest tightened. Favorite mistake.

I wasn't sure I'd ever been anyone's favorite anything before.

She didn't let me think too hard about it. She just tipped up onto her toes and pressed her lips to mine, soft and certain, like she was proving a point.

I kissed her back because I didn't know how to do anything else when it came to her.

I could the faintest hint of something sweet as i ran my tongue along her bottom lip practically begging from entrance into her mouth—probably the lip gloss she always had tucked in her bag.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. "You with me?"

I let my forehead fall against hers.

"I don't think I know how to be," I admitted, voice rough.

"Then let me teach you."

Fuck.

This girl was going to ruin me.

I should've left. I should've turned around, walked out of that house, and gone home.

But home meant Dad, and Dad meant bruises and broken ribs and fists that never hesitated.

So I stayed.

Mallory sat cross-legged on her bed, watching me like I was some kind of wild animal she was trying to tame.

"You're thinking too hard," she said finally, tilting her head. "I can practically hear it."

I huffed out a laugh, rubbing a hand over my face. "You don't know what's in my head, Lynch."

"No, but I know it's not good."

She wasn't wrong.

She scooted forward until she was right in front of me, her knees bumping against mine.

"Tell me what's wrong."

I snorted. "What isn't?"

She didn't laugh. Didn't roll her eyes or tell me to stop being dramatic.

She just reached out and took my hand, tracing her fingers over my knuckles, over the places that had split open too many times from throwing punches and taking hits.

"You don't have to talk," she murmured. "But I'm here. If you ever want to."

I didn't know how to answer that.

So I just squeezed her hand, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself breathe.

"You know your da would kick my ass if he knew I was here, right?"

Mallory raised a brow, leaning back against her pillows like this conversation wasn't making me sweat. "You've been around him loads of times."

"Yeah, at the garage," I said. "Where I work. Where he's my boss. Not in his daughter's bedroom."

She smirked, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Are you scared of Joey Lynch, Holland?"

I exhaled sharply. "I'd have to be an idiot not to be." I shook my head. "He doesn't like me, Mal. He tolerates me because I work hard and keep my head down. If he knew I was here—with you—he'd make sure I never walked again."

Mallory snorted. "I don't think he'd actually kill you. Maybe just maim you a little."

"Oh, just maim me? That's fine then," I deadpanned.

She grinned. "If it makes you feel any better, I'd defend you."

I scoffed. "Yeah, I'm sure that'd go down well."

She shrugged. "AJ and I fight all the time, and da barely shouts..loudly."

"Because you're his kids," I pointed out. "If he saw me lay a hand on you—even as a joke—I'd be in a body bag before I hit the ground."

Mallory rolled her eyes, still smirking. "You're being dramatic."

I huffed. "I'm being realistic."

She just shook her head, and I couldn't help staring at the way her lips curled at the corners, soft and teasing.

And fuck, I wanted to kiss her again.

So I did.

I leaned over and kissed her perfectly soft, plump lips.

She sighed against my mouth, her fingers curling into my shirt as she pulled me in closer. The whole risk of being here, of knowing I was in Joey Lynch's house—his daughter's bedroom—made my pulse race. It was stupid to be here. I should've left the second I walked through that front door.

But I couldn't.

Not when she was looking at me like that.

Not when she tasted like the mint she'd stolen from her mam's car, and her hands were warm against my jaw, and she was letting out these little sighs that made me feel like I was doing something right for once.

I moved over her slowly, pressing her back against the mattress, my hand sliding along her waist, feeling the warmth of her through the fabric of her hoodie—my hoodie.

"You wearing this just to mess with me, Lynch?" I murmured against her lips.

She smiled, her fingers threading into my hair. "Maybe."

I chuckled, kissing her again, deeper this time, and her nails scraped lightly against my scalp, making my whole body tense. She knew what she was doing to me.

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. "You're dangerous."

She smirked, running a hand down my chest. "And you love it."

I shook my head, laughing quietly. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Mallory just grinned, tugging me down into another kiss. And fuck, if this was how I was gonna go?

At least I'd die happy.

I knew I should've left.

Every second I stayed in Mallory's room was another second closer to absolute fucking disaster.

Joey Lynch would kill me if he knew I was here.

I pulled back slightly, my forehead resting against Mallory's as I tried to catch my breath. She was still lying beneath me, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. And Jesus Christ, did she have any idea what she was doing to me?

She bit her lip, her fingers tracing down the front of my chest. "What's wrong?"

I let out a slow breath. "You do realize if your da finds me in here, I'm dead, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "He's not even home. Relax."

"Relax?" I let out a laugh. "Mallory, I work for the fella. If he knew I was in his house—his daughter's bedroom—he'd rip me apart."

She smirked. "You seriously afraid of my da?"

"Terrified." I wasn't even joking. Joey Lynch was intimidating as hell, and I wasn't about to test my luck.

Mallory, however, looked way too amused by all of this. "You're a big lad, Kian. You could take him."

I shot her a look. "Mallory, your da used to be a big lad. And he's still got a mean right hook. I'd rather not find out firsthand."

She giggled, looping her arms around my neck. "You're cute when you're scared."

I groaned, flopping onto my back beside her. "I'm being realistic, Lynch."

She turned on her side, propping herself up on her elbow. "So, what, you gonna stop seeing me? 'Cause of my da?"

I turned my head to look at her. "No."

Her expression softened. "No?"

I reached out, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "No," I repeated. "I just need to be careful. I like my job."

Her lips curved into a small smile. "And me?"

I smirked. "I like you too, princess. But I also like having all my bones intact."

She laughed, leaning in to kiss me again, soft and slow, and for a minute, I forgot about all the reasons why this was a bad idea.

For a minute, it was just her.

And fuck, I was already in too deep.

She threw her leg over me, climbing into my lap and straddling me.

My hands gripped her hips as the kiss heated up, sliding down under the hem of her skirt.

She let out the cutest gasps as I held onto her like she'd run away from me if i loosened my grip in the slightest.

"You sure no one will be back?" I questioned softly, moving a strand of her out her face, tucking it behind her head.

"promise..mam's at a friend's, AJ's with his girlfriend and da..well you know where my dad is."

I nodded and flipped us over so I was on top of her again, pushing my knee between her legs.

Leaning down, I peppered kisses down her neck, pushing my hoodie up, wanting to take it off her, "Can I take this off, baby?"

I received a quaint nod as a soft moan left her pretty lips.

God her sounds were perfect.

I lifted the hoodie off her petite frame and started to unbutton her school skirt as my other hand trailed up her thigh and towards her underwear.

"God I need you Lynch.." I say in between the soft kisses I was once again placing down her neck.

"You want this right?"

"Yeah.." she replied softly.

That was all the confirmation I needed before I slipped my hand into her underwear, my thumb circling her clit, making her shiver.

"Kian..." she whimpered, hands wandering to my hair.

I pulled her underwear completely off before smirking, "pink? You're so predictable, baby."

That clearly flustered her, considering the way she hit my chest.

"Shut up it's just—""A thong..you wearing these for me or something?" "In your dreams, Holland.""Maybe you are in my dreams angel. The wet ones.""Yeah— yeah I got that. Thanks Kian."

God teasing her was the best part.

Now with her bottom half bare, I slipped a finger inside her perfect core, stretching her out, making her ready for me.

"More." She begged.

"You want more baby? More of what? My fingers?"

She nodded, hands gripping at my hair as a smirk formed on my lips.

I slipped in a second finger, moving them faster, continuing to stretch her for me.

"You're mine, Mallory. Don't let anyone see you like this, yeah? You're mine and I don't share."

I pulled my fingers out, earning a whine of protest from the sweet blonde underneath me.

"What was that for?" She complained, her bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly.

I smirked, taking off my shirt, "condoms are in my wallet, baby."

"You seriously carry them around with you, like always?"

"Obviously. You never know when your boss's daughter wants you to fuck her. And it's happened twice now so I guess I'm gonna need to stock up." I teased as she slips her hand into my back pocket to grab my wallet.

Handing me the condom, she put my wallet on her bedside table and unzipped my trousers, her hand palming over my already hard cock, it was practically bursting at the seams of my boxers.

"Be careful, baby. Don't wanna get in too deep." I smirked, cupping her cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"Oh please, like you'd ever be rough with me, Holland. You practically worship the air I breathe."

She wasn't wrong. I did worship her and I wasn't afraid to admit it.

Mallory pulled down my boxers and continued to stroke me but this time not through the fabric of my boxers.

Her hand wrapped around me as she forcefully pumped her hand up and down.

"Gentle baby, be gentle." I say, kissing her neck before ripping open the condom and slipping it onto my now hard cock.

"You ready for me, blondie?"

She nodded, looking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.

"I need words baby, speak to me. I said, are you ready?"

"Yes Kian. I want you..want you so bad."

That was all I needed before I pushed into her, forcing myself to hold still so she could adjust to my size.

Sure, we've done this before but not enough times that she'd be used to me.

"Can I move, baby?" "Yeah..yeah you fuck— you can move, Ki."

Ki.

Only mam had ever called me that but it felt different coming from her.

It felt special.

Slowly, I started to move, bucking my hips, thrusting in and out, listening to her soft whines.

"You sound so pretty baby, louder for me."

She kissed me, teeth grazing my bottom lip as she tugged on it, clearly begging to slip her tongue into my mouth.

And I let her, I parted my lips and took her tongue into my mouth as my pace quickened.

Mallory moaned into the kiss, hands gripping my hair as I slammed my hips against hers, my movements becoming rough as I moved inside her.

"You're so tight baby, so fucking tight."

I threw my head back, close to the edge as my hips pushed into her.

"Kian..Kian please..I wanna come."

A soft chuckle left lips as I caressed her cheek, "you don't need to ask baby, just come for me. Come around his cock. It's yours."

My words of encouragement clearly worked because she did, she let herself go and came but I wasn't finished, not yet so I pushed on.

Her legs shook beneath me, wrapping around my waist as she kept me close, leading me to let go right then and there, collapsing on top of her.

"You're so hot, Lynch. So fucking hot."

Of course she knew that though, every boy at BCS knew how hot she was and she definitely knew it too.