Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“I should probably go home now.” “Johnny?” she whispered. “Yeah?” “Hi,” she breathed, edging closer. “Hi,” I croaked out, fisting her duvet so tightly I was fairly sure I was going to rip the fabric. “Johnny?” Shannon whispered again. “Yeah?” “I’m going to hug you now.” She hitched her leg over mine. “Is that okay?” Don’t do it. You’ll never get over this girl. “Yeah.” I exhaled a ragged breath, feeling my heart smash against my rib cage, as she hovered above me. “That’s okay.” “Thanks for today,” she whispered in my ear as she straddled me. “You’re welcome,” I replied gruffly, clinging to my self-restraint for all I was worth. Don’t put your hands on her. Too fucking late. My hands moved of their own accord, shooting out to clamp her hips. The sensation of having her on top of me was too much. It was all too fucking much. “I should go,” I groaned as I dragged her on my lap, unable to stop myself from thrusting upward. Fuck the pain in my groin. I was on fire for this girl. Shannon wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gingerly rocked her hips on top of me in the best, most fucked-up hug I’d ever received. “I don’t want you to go,” she moaned. She actually fucking moaned in my ear. Groaning, I sat forward and pulled her roughly against me, hugging on her and rocking on her, and losing my mind in her. You’re playing with fire. This girl is going to ruin you. Fuck.