Page 47 of Sacred Vow

TILLY

M y face scrunches as Chloe and I stand by the lake, watching Zeph shamefully attempt to pitch his tent. It’s a hot mess. Tent pegs are flying across the shore, the little window is upside down, and the door is somewhere . . .

“See, this is what happens when you take a rich kid out of his natural habitat,” I tell Chloe, seeing that she’s just as stumped as I am.

“Has he . . . wait.” She pauses as she looks over the tent, taking a few steps to the right to see around the other side of it. “Shit. He’s literally trapped himself in there. There’s no door.”

Zephyr groans and grunts, getting frustrated with himself. “How the fuck did you do this?” he calls through the doorless tent, standing to his full height inside of it, his head bulging at the top.

My gaze sails across the lake to my pristine tent, put up in under twenty minutes to absolute perfection. “I read the instructions.”

“I’m a man. I don’t need instructions.”

Chloe rolls her eyes and starts setting up a few camping chairs by the firepit that was left here from the previous campers. “There’s no way I’m sleeping in there with him. I’m going to freeze.”

“Uh-uh,” I say, shaking my head. “Don’t even think about it.

This whole stupid camping out in the wilderness thing was your brilliant idea, so you can suffer the consequences and deal with the cold tent with Zeph while I’m toasty warm in mine.

You can survive off each other’s body heat if you have to. ”

“Fuck it,” Zephyr says a moment later, lifting the whole tent off the ground and pushing it up and over his head until it crumbles in a messy heap beside him. “We’re sleeping in the car.”

I let out a sigh and glance back at Chloe. “Are you sure this is really the guy for you? If you just gave me a chance, I’m sure I could find someone better.”

“Hey! I heard that, you stuffed ham sandwich.”

“You were meant to, one-pump chump.”

Zeph gasps, his eyes wide. “Excuse you?”

“Oh, you know. You showed up fast and left even faster. Came with that limited-time energy. I just never imagined it could have possibly been that limited. Didn’t even get a chance for my ramen to cook the whole way through.”

Chloe laughs. “Yeah, definitely a sprinter, not a marathon runner.”

Zeph looks between us both, his jaw hanging open in horror, clearly not enjoying being the target of our teasing, but what the hell did he expect on a trip like this?

We’re obviously not going to tease each other.

He’s prime candidate number one. “What the fuck is going on here? You’re both fucking liars. I’ve fucked you both for hours on end.”

I glance at Chloe. “I’d sneeze, and it’d be over.”

“Better not blink,” she laughs. “You’ll miss it.”

Zeph shakes his head. He clearly knows we’re fucking with him.

Being with Zeph was wild and exotic, and it sure as hell lasted longer than just a few minutes.

He could thoroughly satisfy any woman, but picking on him is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

And to be completely honest, it’s going a long way in making me feel better.

“You know,” Chloe says a moment later, her gaze skimming over Zeph before returning to me. “I’d get rid of him if I could, but there’s just something so charming about him. I’m obsessed. Besides, you get it. You know all about that trick he can do with his fingers.”

“Oh, I know all about that trick,” I tell her, remembering the exact moment he discovered how to do it. “You can thank his daddy for that. I was there when he learned it.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Zeph groans, storming toward us and bailing on the tent entirely. “Can we not have one night without you assholes talking about violating my dad?”

I shake my head. “Sorry, but you’re asking for the impossible there. When someone fucks as good as your dad does, it’s basically guaranteed that it will be talked about—in great descriptive detail. I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure it also requires diagrams.”

“Ooh. Diagrams?” Chloe asks.

Zeph stands up and strides over to Chloe, gripping the armrests of her camping chair and leaning down into her. “I hate you both,” he tells her before swiping his lips over hers in a swift kiss and making her cheeks flush the brightest shade of pink, bringing a stupid smile to my face.

Zeph turns his attention back to the tent, and I let out a breath. “Stop thinking so hard,” I tell him, getting to my feet and striding toward the jumbled tent. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Twenty minutes later, the three of us sit around the blazing firepit as the sun begins its descent.

It took a minute, a few tears, and an almost black eye for Chloe, but the three of us eventually managed to fix the mess that Zeph had created with their tent, and now two pretty orange tents stand together, only one of them looks a little worse for wear.

“Now this is what I’m talking about,” Zeph says, kicking his feet up on a stray log as he gazes out at the silent lake with a beer in hand.

Chloe glances at me, a knowing smirk pulling at her lips. “Still think this was a shitty idea?”

I let out a heavy breath and turn my gaze to the lake, seeing the soft pinks and oranges of the sunset reflected against the water, and there’s no denying that it’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.

“I mean, whatever. It was a good idea, assuming Zeph doesn’t decide that tonight’s the night he wants to try cannibalism and murder us in our sleep. ”

Chloe laughs to herself as she sips on a White Claw. “I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s certainly been on edge with all this talk of father fucking.”

“Who spoketh of the daddy dicking? Certainly not I.” I laugh.

“Ahh, forgive my mistake, young lady of the night,” Chloe chimes in an awful old English accent. “I must have you confused with my room-slob who does enjoy the occasional full-force parental penetration.”

“Your forgiveness is quite thoroughly earned, mi lady. Does thy room-slob also have a fetish for the sex-ticles with the ancestry testicles?”

“Oh, she does indeed. She is quite the fiend for the daddy bangin’, tongue slayin’.”

I snort a laugh as Zeph shakes his head. “Yep. Definitely going to punch someone in the left tit.”

A crack of booming laughter tears out of both me and Chloe, and as I lift my drink to my lips and take a long, well-deserved sip, I realize that maybe camping wasn’t the worst idea Chloe has ever come up with.

I don’t know if it’s the fresh air, the jokes, or simply the company, but something tells me that tonight is going to be exactly what I need.

“So,” Zeph says once the sun has finally fallen all the way beyond the horizon, leaving our small campground in darkness.

“When’s this threesome going to get started?

Because we need to work out logistics first. Are you two taking me on at the same time, or what?

Now, I know you were talking shit about me being a one-pump chump, but if we’re doing this, give me ten minutes to rub one out first, and then I’ll be good all night. ”

This motherfucker is out of his goddamn mind, and the kicker is, I think he’s actually serious.

My gaze sails across the fire to Chloe’s, and as she arches a questioning brow, I immediately pick up what she’s putting down. “Are you sure you can handle us both?” I ask Zeph, knowing damn well he’s had more than a few early arrivals with me. “I wouldn’t want you to strain anything.”

Zeph scoffs, playing it up. “Don’t you worry about me, baby. I can handle whatever you girls want to put down.”

Chloe stands and walks behind Zeph, dragging her fingers across the back of his shoulder blades, nice and slow. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“Yeah?” Zeph asks, glancing up over his shoulder at Chloe, his brow arched.

She bites her bottom lip and gazes at me. “Of course. Look at her. She’s so gorgeous,” she purrs, leaning over Zeph and trailing her fingers across his chest, teasing him. “I’ve always wondered, and now with you here, what’s holding us back?”

A seductive smile pulls across my lips, and I push up from my chair, leaving my drink behind as I stride across to Zeph, slowly peeling my shirt up over my head to reveal my string bikini beneath.

I step right into him, and he pushes his knees apart, giving me space as I slowly drop down in front of him, my hands grasping his strong thighs.

“You know I’m always down to play,” I murmur, gazing up at him and watching as his expression falters, realizing this is going to happen.

I reach behind me and pull on the string of my bikini top, letting it fall before dangling it in front of him and dropping the flimsy material right into his lap.

Chloe’s hands find both of his shoulders, and she works her way down, skimming over his strong muscles until finally finding his wrists and pulling them behind him.

“I only have one rule,” she murmurs into his ear before grabbing my bikini top and starting to wrap it around his wrists, binding him to the chair.

“And what’s that?” he questions, groaning as her lips come down on the curve of his neck.

“There’s no touching. This is all about you.”

A cocky grin pulls across his lips, thinking he’s just landed in a fucking goldmine, and as he groans with approval and adjusts himself on the seat, I grasp the front of his pants, leaning right in as I stare up at him.

“If she gets to make rules, then so do I,” I say, my hands purposefully pausing on his belt buckle.

“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.”