Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

conversation instead of just standing here like a dummy. My face burned with heat when I read the title on the DVD box on top of the pile—Pussy Pleasure XXX. “Fuck,” Johnny muttered when he noticed where I was looking. He hurried over and tossed the porno behind the TV. “That’s, ah…” Breaking off, he exhaled a heavy sigh and scrubbed his face with his hand. “Sorry about that. I don’t bring girls up here.” He frowned for a moment before adding, “Except you.” Squirming uncomfortably, I replied, “Don’t worry about it.” “So,” he mused. “So,” I whispered. “This is pretty fucking strange,” Johnny muttered. “Yep,” I agreed as a small smile crept across my face. Johnny noticed my smile and grinned back at me. “Bet you didn’t plan on spending your evening stuck here, huh?” “I really don’t mind,” I told him, and surprisingly, I meant it. Being here delayed going home to another night of drama. And being here with Johnny was a good kind of terrifying. I wanted to be here with him. I wanted him, period. “So,” Johnny said again, shifting restlessly as he smoothed a hand down his thigh. “What do you want to do?” “I don’t mind,” I replied. “I’ll do whatever you want to do.” “Fuck.” Johnny clenched his eyes shut and groaned. “Oh god, are you okay?” I hurried to ask, well aware he was in pain. “All good,” he assured me in a tight tone. “Are you sure?” I asked, uncertain again. His blue eyes were wild and full of uncertainty when he said, “I’m kind of out of my comfort zone here, Shannon.” ...