Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”

YOUR WHAT?! :))))

“Johnny, lad, hold up—” “No, I don’t think so,” I hissed, brushing his arm off as I stalked for the door. “I have a reputation to uphold, and I can’t do that in a place that serves scumbags.”

PERIODDDD

“I’m, ah…” Shrugging sheepishly, he shook his head and grinned. “I’m a fair bit oversized.” No, he was perfect. God hadn’t made a single mistake with this particular boy.

“Yeah, Shan.” Offering me a small smile, he reached for his bottle of water and took a swig. “You’re good for me.” “Huh?” “It,” he correctly gruffly, and then roughly cleared his throat. “It’s good for me.”

;)

“Yeah,” another one snorted. “Other plans to get his dick—” “Finish that sentence and I’ll wring your bleeding neck, Pierce,” Johnny growled, tossing a handful of popcorn right back at them.

THATTA MAN

I didn’t care if it would hurt me. I didn’t care, period. Because I was vulnerable around this girl. Shannon Lynch utterly disarmed me.

Shannon soaked up every sliver of my attention. It wasn’t a healthy feeling, but it was an addictive one.

Usually, I couldn’t wait to be done with the cinema, or any other mundane excursion that didn’t revolve around rugby, but not tonight. Not with this girl.

I wasn’t lying when I was said I was tired.

L grammar

Never in my life had I been partial to drunk dialing, but right now I had a burning urge to dial her absent number.

I wanted to be back in my room, with my phone pressed to my ear, listening to her stumble over her words as she told me every one of her thoughts.

I wanted to be sitting in that dark cinema with her, not paying an ounce of attention to the film showing, while I stole secret glances at her and burned in heat when I found her eyes on me.

I just wanted her.

“And I’m wondering what the hell possessed me to ever put my dick inside something so fucking poisonous.”

DAMN JOHNNY CHILL

“Keep your girlfriend away from mine and we’ll be rosy.”

Oh?

I snapped my gaze up to see a tall lad about my age looking expectantly at me. He had his arm slung over the shoulder of an attractive blond.

Shannons brother and girlfriend?

“Where are we heading?” Straight to your house because I wanna fuck your sister, I thought to myself.

OH? lmfaoo

“Johnny here has a fierce soft spot for your sister.” “Is that right?” Joey replied tightly. Oh fuck.

:)

“310587,” I rolled out the code, which just so happened to be my date of birth.

Danggggg Johnny is older than Taylor Swift

His father was a barrister. Mine spent plenty of time in court, too—on the other side of the law.

His house reeked of money and luxury. Mine reeked of whiskey and pain.

Bending down, I retrieved the newspaper with shaky hands and just stared at the picture of us. He kept it. In his room. Under his bed.

Oop

“Hey, baby,” Johnny cooed.

Im sorry?

Baby?

Thas what im sking shannom lol

Feeling relief over the loss of a pregnancy was the most disgusting, horrible, unforgivable crime on the face of the planet. And that’s the first thing I felt when those words came out of Johnny’s mouth.

“Thanks for this,” I said quietly. “For what?” he asked as he prepared the sandwiches in record time.

CAN YOU STOP ASKING "FOR WHAT?" AND JUST SAY "YOURE WELCOME" I know your momma raised you with manners Kavanaugh

In this moment, being here with him was as easy as breathing. It was an odd reaction to being in such close proximity to Johnny, but there it was.

Embarrassed, I kept my feet firmly on the floor. Less than a minute later, Johnny reached over, lifted my legs, and placed them on the table.

<3

I liked the fact that she was turning my life on its axis and encouraging never-seen-before notions and feelings inside of me, and then I hated that I liked it.

I was thoroughly addicted to every single thing about the girl and it had nothing to do with the physical—and the physical was pretty fucking perfect.

<3

I knew I needed to get a fucking handle on myself. Except I couldn’t. Because she was addictive. And I was obsessed.

Rugby was a sport. It was a game. It wasn’t all he was. It was just one part of him.

“Operation Binding Thirteen, anyone?”

HEYYYY THATS THE TITLE!! <3 :)

“The fifth- and sixth-year girls had this stupid competition going last year to see who could get with Johnny,” Claire grumbled. “They called it Operation Binding Thirteen

Ouch...

I walked over to my bag and picked it up, only to notice a torn-out page from a copybook flutter to the floor.

Rip

That’s what Aoife was to my brother. Joey had Aoife and I had no one.

JOHNYYYYY

“But you won’t have a jacket,” I blurted out. “But you will,” he shot back.

smirk :)

There was something very wrong with me. Running around for twenty minutes in the pouring rain for a shoe was a good indication that this girl was making me lose my mind.

I seemed to have a habit of doing that when it came to this girl. I knew I needed to step the fuck back. But I couldn’t.

The worst part was knowing that if my mother hadn’t shown up when she had, there was a very big chance I would’ve kissed her.

WHAT?

Left her purse at home, my arse. The woman had a credit card in her back pocket at all times. She did this on purpose. I knew it. Mam knew it.

W mom

If she was here, then she was here with me. She was mine and I didn’t want to share.

:)

Jesus, she needed to stop asking me what I wanted her to do. If she kept it up, I might be stupid enough to tell her the truth. And then we were both screwed.

Johnny Kavanaugh got me blushin

My face burned with heat when I read the title on the DVD box on top of the pile—Pussy Pleasure XXX.

LMFAOOO IM DEAD

“This is my favorite picture,” Johnny said, stirring me from my thoughts. He tapped the photo. “And he’s my hero.” “Your dad?”

Ouch

46 The Consequences of Kissing Boys in Bedrooms

WHAT??? pause. PAUSE!!!

“Just take me home and you won’t have to stand me.”

L grammar

“Did I—did you see my…?” He nodded. Oh god!

OH NO YIKES LMAO

In one stare, I felt like I had collided with him. It was instant and shocking.

Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.

SHE MADE THE FIRST MOVE??? HELL YEAH