Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Hands down, she possessed the most gorgeous pair of eyes I'd seen in my life.

It was going well – right up until she face-planted on my dick.

I hated humans. They were such a disappointment. And to think, god switched dinosaurs for man.

"You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam," I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks. "When the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof."

I felt like I was slowly dying in that house. In my home. Where I was supposed to lay my head. Where I was supposed to feel safe.

"Don’t look at me like that," I told him. "You know where the kitchen is. I'm not fucking cooking for you." "I'm not used to gas." Gibsie shrugged helplessly. "We have electric at home." "Your mother is a baker," I snapped. "How do you not know how to work a bleeding stove?" "And yours is a flashy fashion designer," he shot back. "But I don't see you prancing around the place in fur coats and Prada handbags."

"You guys can't go home yet. We haven't had tea and chats," Gibsie piped up. "And I have scones baking in the oven." "You baked scones?" I asked, momentarily distracted. "You?" "Yes, me," Gibsie shot back, looking slightly wounded. "I'll have you know that I'm a wonderful baker." "Sorry," I quickly replied, not wanting to offend him. "You just don’t strike me as a baker." "Relax, I'm totally fucking with you," he laughed. "I have no idea what I'm doing." He pointed to the stove and said, "For all I know, those scones could be killers."

"Well, you drop the bomb that you're not a virgin on me the same day you bring your girlfriend home," Mam huffed. "The first girl I have ever seen you with, may I add. What am I supposed to think? I was trying to prepare you for the future." "First, for the last bleeding time, Shannon is not my girlfriend," I snapped, flustered. "Second, I haven't been a virgin since first year. And third, I can roll a condom on in the dark with one hand tied behind my bleeding back, so I don’t need the sex talk, or tips, or any of that shite." Mam gasped in horror and I mentally kicked the shite out of myself. "I'm lying," I coddled her. "I am a virgin." "First year," she sobbed. "First year!" "No, no, no," I hurried to assure her. "I'm a virgin, Ma. I am." "No," she wept, shaking her head. "You're not." What the fuck was I supposed to do now? Christ, where was my Dad when I needed him? "You were only fourteen in first year," she continued to wail. "Thirteen," I muttered under my breath as I held her to my chest and patted her back. "Holy Mary Mother of God," she sobbed harder, clearly hearing me. Shit. Balls. "I am a virgin," I continued to say over and over while my mother cried into my school jumper. "I'm saving myself for marriage, Ma."