Page 32 of Sacred Vow
I find a shirt that saysI might be a handful, but so is this assand pull it over my head, knowing that Caesar will probably have something to say about it. Hell, Zeph probably will too. After all, I know I’m more than a handful, but my ass certainly isn’t. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a misleading shirt.
After finishing getting ready, I grab Zephyr’s Range Rover keys and my phone off the coffee table before prancing toward the door with an excited thrill pulsing through my veins. I could quickly get addicted to Zephyr and his daddy. Chloe’s right, this is going to get ugly, and yet I can’t seem to pull away.
“Have fun secretly fucking that boy’s daddy,” Chloe says as I traipse out the door.
“Oh, I will,” I laugh.
I reach Zephyr’s car in no time, quickly unlocking it and climbing in. I don’t love the idea of borrowing people’s cars, but he freely gave it up because I was running late for class. And while he didn’t tell me when he needed it back, I probably would have met up with him at some point today. I don’t like being responsible for other people’s things, though I couldn’t in goodfaith pass up the opportunity to drive this thing. It’s fucking gorgeous.
After buckling up, I go to press the push start when my phone chimes from the cup holder I shoved it in, and I quickly scoop it up to find a new text from my grandmother.
A fond smile lifts the corner of my lips. I love my grandmother. We’ve always had such a close bond, but after introducing her to an iPhone last year, I’m starting to wonder if I need to introduce some boundaries.
That woman is an open book, and she doesn’t care who knows it.
I cringe as I open her text, never knowing what I might find, but when I see a beautiful photograph of her sitting on a fallen log, all I can do is smile. That is until I read the caption that comes along with it.
G’ma: This won’t be the only wood I’ll be riding tonight.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I go to respond when another text comes through.
G’ma: Oh, sorry, sweetheart. That text was meant for your Poppop.
Tilly: I bet. Have fun riding that wood!
I immediately feel sick the second I hit send, and as I shake my head and go to start the car, another text comes through.
G’ma: I should clarify. By wood, I mean your Poppop’s penis.
Tilly: Please stop!!!!!!
G’ma: Okay, cherub. Love you. I hope you’re out there getting some of that good, hard wood. You won’t be young forever!
What the fuck is my life?
9
TILLY
I’m slammed against the back side of Caesar’s front door as Zephyr’s lips drop to my neck, his hands roaming over my needy body as I reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head.
“Fuck, babe. I need your mouth on me,” Zephyr murmurs against my skin as I drop his shirt to the pristine tiles in the grand foyer of his father’s mansion. I reach for the front of his pants, already feeling his straining cock behind the material.
I grin, releasing the button and diving in to feel just how hard he is. “If I’m getting on my knees for you, you better be able to handle it,” I warn him, freeing him from the confines of his pants and pumping my fist up and down his impressive length.
“Oh, I can handle it.”
I laugh because I know damn well he can’t, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t give it the good old college try, and on the plus side, Zeph is a giver. If I drop to my knees for him, he’ll be sure to repay the favor, and that’s simply not an opportunity a girl should ever pass on.
Zeph groans as I work his cock, my fist roaming right to his tip before my thumb circles over him. “You sure?” I tease.
“Fuck, Tilly. If you don’t get on your damn knees and fuck me with your smart mouth right fucking now, I’m going to explode.”
“Oooh, I think I’d like to see that.”
“Tilly.”
