Keeping 13 (Boys of Tommen, #2)

by Chloe Walsh

“I’m not having a panic attack, lad.” “You’re not?” I snapped my head back up. “No!” “Then what are you doing?” “I’m taking a shite,” I shot back, causing Shannon to giggle. “Shh,” I mouthed, rubbing myself against her. “Go downstairs and wait for me, Gibs,” I called out. “I’ll be fifteen minutes—” My eyes roamed over her naked body and my dick strained. Fuck. “Maybe twenty.” “Yeah, I see pink knickers on your floor, so I know exactly what kind of shit you’re taking, you lucky bastard,” he called back. “Hey, Little Shannon.” Shannon’s eyes widened. “Uh, hey, Gibsie.” “Nice floral bra, Shan,” he added. “I love the colors—hold on a second! Are you a B cup now?” “Get the fuck out of here,” I roared. “And don’t touch her bra!” “I’m just saying that a full cup size is a big jump in one month,” Gibsie replied. “Fair play, girl. You’re blossoming—” “I’m going to rip your gooch off and feed it to you, ya bleeding pervert,” I snarled, setting Shannon down so I could climb out of the tub. Swinging the bathroom door open, I stalked towards him. “And how the fuck would you know what size bra my girlfriend wears?” “Because I have eyes,” he laughed and then flung Shannon’s bra at me before diving across the bed to get away. “You know when people say they’re a great judge of character? Well, I’m a great judge of tit size–” “I hope you enjoyed your last meal, Gerard,” I snarled, leaping onto my bed stark naked. “Because you’re going to die today.” “You keep that beast away from me!” he ch...