Page 16 of Sacred Vow

TILLY

T he light in my bedroom flickers as though it’s being summoned by the underworld as I try to concentrate on the psychology essay that’s been staring back at me for the better part of three days.

There’s no use, words are too hard, especially when all I’ve been able to think about is a particular daddy taking me raw on the couch on Tuesday night—a couch that his son had only just fucked me on hours before.

What the hell is wrong with me? Who sleeps with a father and his son in the same night?

Who lets a man she’s never met go bare back?

But damn. It was so worth it. The way Caesar fucked me.

Goddamn. Just the way he touched me, the way his eyes roamed over my body as though I was the most delicious woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

It was incredible. I’ve never felt so alive, and despite that need finally being satisfied within me, I can’t help but want more.

This is dangerous territory.

Zephyr is fun. He’s like a little energizer bunny who can just go and go and go. There’s no stopping him. He gets the job done, and on top of that, he’s incredibly sweet. He’s funny and charming, and damn, he’s hot—just like his father. But Caesar. There’s just something more about him.

He’s sophisticated and raw. It’s as though he’s seen some heavy shit in his life and doesn’t have time for the bullshit.

He knows what he wants and he goes for it, no matter the consequences, and when he fucks, he’s a goddamn stallion.

He makes me feel things that Zephyr could only dream of giving, but I suppose that comes with age and experience.

One day, Zeph is going to be just like his father, he just needs the time to mature like a fine wine.

He’ll make someone very happy one day, but it won’t be me.

Though, I have no problem keeping him company until that time comes, especially if it means having access to his father.

Fuck. Am I a whore? Yeah, I think I am. I have to be, right?

I wouldn’t exactly call myself a slut. That seems a bit harsh, but I’ve definitely entered whorish territory, and honestly, I’m not mad about it.

I just hope Zeph won’t be either when he inevitably finds out.

He doesn’t strike me as the getting mad type.

His ego might be bruised though, but I think he can take it.

Hearing a key in the lock, I lean across my bed, giving me a direct view of the front door of my apartment, and seeing Chloe stride in, I immediately abandon my wordless essay.

“Well, if it isn’t my little booty belching best friend,” I say, all but bouncing off my bed and flying into our small living room. “Where the hell have you been?”

Her brows furrow as she dumps her bag and laptop on the couch before peeling off her jacket. “First off, we don’t speak of the booty belching. That’s on the strictly forbidden list. And second, what the hell are you talking about? I’ve been in class. You know my schedule better than I do.”

“No, I mean last night,” I clarify. “You didn’t sleep here.”

“Uhhh, yes, I did,” she murmurs, stepping into me and lifting her hand to my forehead.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you feeling alright? I was here last night. I came in at nine after dinner with my parents and waved at you, but you were too engrossed in whatever you were watching on your phone, you barely glanced up, and by the time I had showered, you were passed out on the couch with a meatball sub sliding across your tits.”

I stare at my best friend, my gaze narrowed. “You’re lying.”

“Oh, believe me, I really wish I was,” she laughs, making her way into the kitchen and searching through the fridge that we both know is empty. “But no. And might I remind you that you’re the one who tends to have sleepovers with random men. I don’t do that.”

“Good point.”

“Speaking of, don’t think for one second that I’ve forgotten that you disappeared on Tuesday night. Where the hell did you end up?”

My cheeks flush, and Chloe doesn’t miss a thing. “Whoa. Spill. Is this the guy you met during your psychology class? The one who fucked you in the bathroom stall.”

I nod and press my lips into a hard line, feeling as though I’m about to burst from the seams. “Uh-huh.”

“No way. What happened?”

“Oh God. You’re going to think I’m a thunder slut.”

Chloe laughs. “And how’s that any different than how I already feel about you?”

I roll my eyes and grab the cushion off the couch, launching it at her pretty face before dropping down onto said couch and crossing my legs, getting myself ready for the story of a lifetime. “Okay, so the guy from my psych class is Zephyr.”

“Ooh, like ‘Fly on my Zephyr?’” she asks, singing the tone of the song as she flurries across our small apartment and drops her ass down on the couch opposite me, the cushion I just threw at her crushed against her chest.

I laugh. “No, but I asked the same question. Apparently it’s some Greek god thing.

I googled it, and I think it’s got something to do with the God of the West Wind, or something like that, but it’s appropriate because the man fucks like a god.

I mean, shit! He’s the closest I’ve come to scratching the itch that Mr. Silver Fox left at Vixen. ”

“Oh, shit. I think that’s the highest praise a man could ever receive.”

“Well . . . I’ll get to that later.”

“Huh?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, girl. I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of how my Tuesday night ended up.”

“Tell me,” she breathes, her eyes wide as she becomes captivated by my every word.

“Okay, so. Mr. Greek God of the West Wind invited me back to his place after nailing me against the wall in the girls’ bathroom, and at first, I was kind of hesitant.

I didn’t want him to think there could be something between us.

It was just sex for me, but he seemed really cool, and we were on the same page, so I went back to his place, and you’ll never believe what happened. ”

“What?”

“His father came home, and it was the silver fox from Vixen.”

Her eyes widen like saucers. “Nu-uh.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, mimicking her tone. “It was insane. He walked in, and I was gobsmacked. He recognized me immediately, but because I was there with his son, he didn’t say anything.

Anyway, I’m riding Zeph on the couch and Mr. Silver Fox strides in as though we weren’t in the middle of fucking and just touches me while his son is completely oblivious. ”

“WHAT?” Chloe flies up off the couch and immediately starts pacing up and down the length of our coffee table, her gaze locked on mine. “Did you—”

“Oh yeah! Big time. I’ve never come so hard.”

Her cheeks go bright red, and she waves her face, trying to alleviate the heat. “What in the ever-loving fuck?”

“Tell me about it,” I say. “There’s just something about that man. His name is Caesar, by the way. Like, talk about Greek gods! Both of them were . . . wow.”

“Wait. I don’t think Caesar was a Greek god. He’s the Roman Empire dude.”

“Oh.”

“Do you know anything about ancient history?”

I shake my head and laugh. “I know that Daddy Caesar fucks like a god and that’s about it.”

“Okay. Shit,” she says. “Start over. You were with Zephyr on the couch and Daddy Caesar came in and finished you off, but then what?”

I grin. “Well, naturally that little encounter with Caesar set me off, and then Zeph and I basically fucked in every corner and surface that house had to offer, and by the time Zeph passed out from pure exhaustion—”

“You couldn’t help yourself,” Chloe laughs, cutting me off. “You really are a giant thunder slut.”

I laugh right along with her. “Zephyr is amazing. He knows how to fuck, but I couldn’t get Silver Fox out of my head.

Every time Zeph touched me, I was thinking about how his daddy would touch me instead, and I know I should have stayed right there in Zeph’s bed, but after he clonked out, I might have wandered downstairs and found Daddy Caesar in the living room. ”

“Holy shit, Tilly.”

A stupid smile rips across my face as I hear my phone chiming over and over again from in my bedroom. “Girl. It was incredible,” I say, getting up from the couch and walking through the small living room.

“Thunder slut,” she sings.

“Damn straight.”

Darting into my room, I scoop my phone off my bed before checking my notifications and finding a bunch from some guy called “The Vag Destroyer” on my social media account, and I instantly ignore it, needing to finish telling Chloe all about my wild night.

“So, what now?” Chloe asks as I rejoin her in the living room. “You have mind-blowing sex with both the father and son in one night and just forget it ever happened?”

I cringe. “I, uhhhh . . . See this is where it gets into the gray area.”

“Girl, you entered into the gray area the second you let the dude’s father touch you while he was ten inches deep.”

I laugh. She’s not wrong. There was definitely a line crossed there, not that Zeph will ever have to find out. “Zeph is great. I really like him, but not as anything more than a wild, crazy friend with benefits, but his father . . . I can’t not go back for more.”

Chloe shakes her head. “I don’t see how this is going to work out. It seems like a dangerous game.”

“I know, but Caesar said as long as I want to keep coming around, he’ll keep giving me exactly what I want. Only there’s one rule.”

“Only one, huh?” she scoffs. “I’m assuming he’s not concerned about you fucking his son.”

I laugh. “Not in the least,” I say. “His rule is that I can’t fall in love with him. He made me vow it.”

“Oh, like a sacred vow?” she teases. “Sounds serious, but honestly, this is you we’re talking about. I don’t think you have the ability to get attached.”

“Well, that’s because nobody has ever fucked me the way that Caesar can, but you’re right,” I say. “I’m not the attaching type. I won’t be falling in love with anybody’s daddy anytime soon. I might fall in love with his body though.”