‘But I love you Georgie, you know I wanna marry you when you’re sixteen.’

Spotting Ryan’s hardness clearly showing through his jeans, Georgie purposely brushed her hand against his penis as she lent on his leg to stand up. ‘Where’s this special birthday present you keep banging on about, then?’ she asked. He’d already given her three presents yesterday, but had held one back for today.

‘Touch me cory for ten seconds and you can have it,’ Ryan replied cheekily.

‘I’ll touch it for five, but only if you keep it inside your jeans.’

‘Deal,’ Ryan replied, grinning.

Georgie did as she’d promised and smiled as Ryan caught his breath, shut his eyes and shuddered. At fifteen years old, Ryan was the youngest son of Mickey Maloney. Like Georgie, Ryan didn’t go to school, but his arms and legs were full of muscle where he’d always worked for his dad. He only did odd jobs and stuff, but they had given him a physique of a twenty-one-year old. Ryan had short, dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, a cheeky smile and had been the heart-throb of all the travelling girls until about six months ago. It was then that Georgie had sprouted enormous breasts, grown a few inches and had virtually changed from a child into a woman overnight. Ryan had become besotted with her, and they’d been a couple ever since.

‘Never give yourself to a mush before he marries you, Georgie. Once men get their wicked way with you they lose interest almost immediately and you don’t want people to think you’re a slag like your mother was, do you now?’ her nan had said in one of her many birds and bees talks.

Georgie inwardly laughed at her nan’s words of advice. She had been streetwise from a very young age and, apart from letting Ryan Maloney fondle her naked breasts, had no intention of doing anything overly sexual with him until he married her. Ryan’s father was extremely wealthy and Georgie knew full well that once she and Ryan were wed she would live a charmed life and want for nothing.

Ryan stood up and grinned as he pushed his groin against Georgie. He put his hands on her juicy buttocks and kissed her passionately.

Georgie touched tongues with Ryan, then immediately pushed him away. ‘Er, present,’ she said stroppily, holding out her right hand.

‘Shut your eyes, then,’ Ryan urged her.

When Georgie did as he asked, Ryan put his hand inside the pocket of his jacket and placed a small, red velvet box in her hand. ‘You can open ’em now,’ he told her.