Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Finally, he managed to drag his ass over to the other side of the seat. “Christ,” he mused, settling down alongside me. “That’s the tightest hole I’ve been inside in months.” Joey climbed back in and started the engine before quickly tearing off down the street. “I hope there’s not any more of you,” he said. “The car’s weighing down at the back.” “Sorry,” I began to say but was cut off by Gibsie. “It’s his fault—the fat bastard,” he announced. Turning to face me, he added, “Hey, is your dick okay, man? I’m really sorry about that. I hope I didn’t squash your balls.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Go fuck yourself, Gerard.” “I was being sincere, Jonathan,” he shot back, wounded. “For that, you can get your own bloody ice tonight… Hold up!” Grabbing the front of my shirt, he dragged me toward him and sniffed my mouth. “You traitor!” he choked out, looking comically horrified. “You went to the chipper!” “Yeah, I did,” I replied, shoving away from him. “And it was fucking delicious, and I have no regrets.” “What did you have?” “A few cheeseburgers and a curry chips.” “How did it taste?” “Better than sex.” “We’re supposed to be on a diet!” Gibsie hissed in an appalled tone before quickly asking, “Did you get me something?” “Yeah, I got you a burger.” “Thanks, Johnny.” “And then I got hungry so I ate it.” “You’re a monster.” “You two are so weird,” Aoife laughed. “Aren’t they funny, Joey?” “They’re something, alright,” Shannon’s brother replied. “Hey.” Suddenly realizing he was in ...