Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Johnny’s attention wasn’t on the medic or the referee shouting commands in his ear. He was too busy looking at me. My heart slammed against my rib cage as he stared unabashedly and unashamedly right at me—eyes burning with heat, expression palpably intense. Breathing hard, he lifted the hem of his jersey and used the fabric to wipe the blood from his brow, dismantling the poor woman’s attempts at patching him up and revealing a stomach of hard abs.

Gagged

And I would torment myself with that picture. I planned on it.

Im sick

I was going to Donegal.

Heck yeah

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

I SCREAMED

“You sure as shit did something to her,” I snarled. “And when you fuck with her, you fuck with me.”

I LOVE THIS MAN

No, he was perfect. God hadn’t made a single mistake with this particular boy.

Damn right

“Uh, okay?” Blowing out a shaky breath, I gingerly shifted my legs onto his lap. “Is that good for you?” “Yeah, Shan.” Offering me a small smile, he reached for his bottle of water and took a swig. “You’re good for me.”

!!!!!!!

But after it all came out about Darren, the old man lost his fucking mind. He couldn’t get over it and turned to the drink. Got this ridiculous fucking notion into his head that what happened to Darren had somehow turned him.”

WHAT

I just wanted her. You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.

thi is insane

or fuck with my Shannon,

Tehe

Straight to your house because I wanna fuck your sister, I thought to myself.

AHHHH

Johnny glanced down at my feet and then behind me. Releasing a heavy sigh, he hooked an arm around my waist, pulled me to his side, hoisted me clean off the ground, and walked us over to the SUV. He yanked the back door open with one hand and deposited me in the back seat with the other before jogging back to the footpath to retrieve our discarded bags.

HOT

46 The Consequences of Kissing Boys in Bedrooms

EXCUSE ME

He smirked. “No, baby, I don’t mind.”

AH

By halftime, Tommen were up 48–3.

lol

“Because I shouldn’t do this,” he whispered. And then he kissed me.

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

“She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open.

I LOVE HIGH JOHNNY