Buck X Tommy Novels & Stories

Not even sparing a glance at Charlie who at this point is visibly sulking in his corner. Tommy gives me a shy and charming smile while looking down on me. He is really tall. “Oh, I didn’t actually get to speak with everyone there yesterday.” “I know. I saw what happened with Austin. It’s chill, just wanted to let you know there are good guys here. Austin may be a jerk sometimes, but it’s all good.” He inserts his hands in his pockets. “Thanks, Tommy.” I smile back, albeit a little reserved, he’s quite adorable for such a big guy but he’s still a stranger to me.

Children's time is long over. - But the fact that? - they scoff in response. - Do you spray? "I'll fuck you," Lou promises succinctly. He does not care about his nudity, and about scandalous photos too, PR is never superfluous. But Kitty... even now, when Tapi's fate is in the balance. “Phone,” he demands, holding out his hand to the one called Buck. Tom, leaving Kit in the water, gets out next. “Yes, we didn’t shoot anything, it’s Luke, he blurted out,” the teenager backs away. - It's dark.

He’s a fucking monster, an animal! He punched the car in anger and took a few steps away to light a cigarette, leaving me with his best friend, Tommy, and the rest of the rogue leaders. Tommy has been unusually quiet since I was abducted, I’m thinking that maybe he doesn’t agree with some of the decisions his friend is making these days, but he doesn’t have a choice. He has to stay loyal and remain silent else he will be branded as a traitor. I decided to fish for some information from Tommy and find out if Richard was telling me the truth about Xander's dead wife, Celia, and his betrothed, Vinnie. “Did he really fuck Xanders first mate and her sister?” I asked him, trying to sound cool so h

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

Beth We hadn’t even made it out of the car. We were parked outside my apartment building, the soft purr of the engine still humming beneath us, my heart still trying to reconcile the whiplash of dinner—how quickly things had gone from dreamy to… this. Tommy leaned back against the headrest, eyes on me, one arm draped casually over the steering wheel like we were just talking about the weather. “Why don’t you prove it to me?” he said, voice low. “Suck my dick. Right here.”

Not a small town like Ol' Mare? Tommy Lind was the king of the underworld of Woolpackton! "You've hurt my son, and now you claim you want to kill me?" At that moment, Tommy had already walked over to his son. He bent down to check on his son's injury before looking at Alexander with a murderous gaze. "Okay, then. I wanted to deal with you after the auction, but since you're so eager to die, I'll give you what you want!" Tommy yelled at the stage, "Mister Posey, I'd like to ask you for a favor. Alexander Kane must die today!"

He was dressed in a tuxedo and was holding two glasses of drinks with a nice smile which he found strange because it was appealing to him, he waved it at the back of his mind and returned the smile "honestly, they are worst than a bug." The young man laughed softly at his joke before handing him a drink to which he collected, "allow me to introduce myself Mr. Boron, I am Oliver Simon, at your service" he did a dramatic bow which Kane must admit was a little funny since it wasn't necessary. "And what will be your service be to me Mr. Simon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile on his lips. "To drive the pests away of course but you must be ready to pay me handsomely."

BLAKE I stared at a smiley Tom, a small frown gracing my forehead. Tom is a lot taller and muscular than I was. He was an Alpha and a warrior after all. His mismatched hair of blonde and black was neatly tied in a low bun with few strands falling on his face. When Tom was in this hairstyle, he looked a lot like his father, Alpha Jackson.

Casey asks as he stands up and approaches Tommy. Casey looms over Tommy, as he is taller and broader. Tommy does not let himself be intimidated by the billionaire's stature. Instead, he puffs up his chest and continues the confrontation. Heather starts to introduce them, "Casey, this is Tommy McNeil. An officer with the Boston Police Department," "And Heather's oldest friend," Tommy interrupts. "Heather and I have some important matters to talk about, so I think it would be best if you left," Tommy rudely says to Casey.

Tommy said something to him and then clapped him on the back like rewarding a dog for a trick well done. He wasn’t scared. Not tonight. Tonight, he felt important. He felt seen and chosen. But I wasn’t done. Not even close. Levi stumbled out of the bar with the woman clinging to his side, Tommy’s laughter echoing behind them. Levi might have felt important tonight—but all I saw was a puppet who didn’t know where the strings were tied. So I didn’t follow the puppet. I followed the puppeteer. Tommy left through a side door, shoulders relaxed, swagger deep, helmet dangling from his fingers. But instead of heading to his bike, he cut toward a back alley across the street.