Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

A pained, hissing sound tore from her throat then and the hand she was using to hold her skirt shot to her temple, causing the scrap of fabric to fall away from her body. My eyes widened of their own accord, an unfortunate reaction of seeing a female's underwear. Wolf whistles and cheering erupted from the lads. "Oh god," she cried out, scrambling clumsily to retrieve her skirt. "Go on, gorgeous!" "Give us a twirl!" "Fuck off, you assholes!" I roared at my teammates, stepping in front of the girl to block their view. I could hear the lads cracking up behind me, laughing and talking shite, but I couldn’t concentrate on a word they were saying because the sound of my heart hammering in my chest was deafening me. "Here," reaching for the hem of my jersey, I pulled it over my head and ordered, "Put that on." "It's filthy," she sobbed, but didn’t stop me when I pulled it down over her head. She slipped her hands into the sleeves and I felt an immense amount of relief when the hem fell to her knees, covering her up. Christ, she really was a tiny little thing. Was she even old enough to attend secondary school? She didn’t look it.