Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Anything, baby.”
I bite my bottom lip, knowing just how much he likes that, and as a wild, raging need flashes in his eyes, I take his strong thighs and push up just enough to brush my lips across his ear. “When I’m sucking your massive cock and you’re slamming right into the back of my throat, I want you to . . . no,” I say, cutting myself off and acting shy.
“What is it?” he pushes, his chest heaving. “Whatever you want.”
“I can’t,” I say, batting my lashes. “It’s too much.”
“Come on, Tilly. It’s just us here. There’s nothing you could say that I won’t do, not if it means having both of you at the same time. What do you want?”
I bite my bottom lip again, my gaze dancing between his as I studiously ignore Chloe behind him. The wide grin across her face is surely going to make me break. “Will you . . . shit,” I cringe and visibly swallow as though I’m far too nervous to get it all out at once. “Right as you’re about to come, will you call me Mommy?”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” His eyes widen in disgust, and he rears back so far that his whole chair topples over, leaving Chloe to spring out of the way or suffer the consequences. “Goddamn it, Tilly. Why are you always ruining a good thing?”
Chloe stumbles on the sandy shore, spilling her drink as Zeph is left stranded, tied to the fallen chair. “Her?” she scoffs. “Might I remind you that you’re the one asking for a threesome when you have me here. Aren’t I enough?”
“Well, yeah,” he says from the ground, his face squished against the sand as he watches his beer slowly pour out while not being able to do a damn thing about it. “I was just fucking with you guys, but then you had to go and make me think it might actually happen. This is on you. Now, untie me.”
“Uhhhh. I think I’ll pass,” she says, sashaying around him before scooping up my discarded shirt. She tosses it at me, and I hastily pull it over my head, not being entirely comfortable with my tits out in front of him, which is weird considering it was only a few weeks ago that these very nipples were in his mouth. Maybe it’s because of his feelings for Chloe, or maybe it’s simply because I belong to somebody else now, even though that somebody else doesn’t want me.
“You two fucking suck,” Zeph mutters as I get to my feet and find my drink.
Chloe and I stride down to the water’s edge as Zeph remains stuck in his fallen chair, and as Chloe swooshes her feet through the water, I drop to my ass and let the heaviness of my situation wash over me.
“This whole Caesar thing has really fucked with your head, hasn’t it?”
I shrug. “I think I really love him,” I tell her. “And what’s worse is that I think he’s actually in love with me, too. Or maybe I’m too obnoxious and just think that he does because he treats me like a queen, but either way, I don’t see a way that I ever get to have what I want.”
“Do you even know what you want?” she asks, moving up and down the water in front of me. “You’re twenty-two years old and only just graduating from college. You should be focusing on what the world has to offer. Living it up and using this time to make mistakes and learn from them, not falling in love with emotionally unstable men who tell you from day one that a future together is never going to happen.”
My shoulders slump, and I brace my elbows on my knees. “To be fair, I didn’t think I was capable of falling in love with anyone, let alone Zephyr’s dad. He was supposed to be a wild one-night stand, but it spiraled out of control. He’s just . . . He’s larger than life. Every time he walks into a room, my body is already buzzing with electricity. It’s as though my body knows he’s there before my eyes have even seen him. And the way he touches me. I don’t think he even realizes he does it, but he’s so gentle with me. It’s as though I’m the most precious thing in the world, and he wants to protect me at all costs, and while I don’t need him to save me, I love that about him. He makes me happy, and every time without fail, he gives me those stupid little butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I’ve never had that with anyone before, and the idea of having to try and forget that and move on . . .”
I let my words fall away, knowing if I were to keep going, I’d surely break.