Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Yeah, well, King Clit was very persuasive,” he shot back with a smirk. Turning his gaze on Gibsie, he arched an expectant brow. “How’s my food coming along, chef?” “Faster than a whore at a brothel, good sir,” Gibsie called back over his shoulder. “Egg?” “Lad,” Joey mused, sauntering over to where Gibsie was ducking and dodging splatters of grease. “Are you old enough to use the cooker without your mammy?” Christ, this fella had some pair of stones sauntering into my house and demanding food. Oddly enough, I liked it. Joey Lynch seemed like a straight shooter. I respected that in a person. “I doubt it,” Gibsie replied with a laugh. “It’s my first time.” Gibsie fiddled with the knobs on the stove and a huge flame flew upward, singeing his eyebrow. “Jesus Christ!” Gibsie roared, slapping his face. “I’m on fire.” “Give me that thing before you hurt yourself,” Joey ordered, snatching the spatula out of Gibsie’s hand, and stepping in to flip over the rashers and eggs. Adjusting the hob to medium heat, Joey snagged the tea towel off my best friend’s shoulder and began to mop up the grease splatters. “Fucking private-school boys,” he muttered under his breath. “Used to having everything done for ye.” “Shit, Kav,” Gibsie snickered, taking a step back from the stove. “I was wrong. This fucker right here is the daddy.”