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)
“You are not taking an ax to this couch while I’m stuck inside it.”
I can only imagine the grin ripped across Chloe’s face. “What’ll it be? Fire department or someone else?”
I suck in a breath through my teeth. I don’t particularly want to call the fire department. They’re more than eye candy, but after I had to get cut out of a toddler swing at the park last year, I’m going out of my way to avoid ever having to see them again. Though, who can I call?
There’s a slew of numbers in my phone with men who will drop everything to come and help me, but none of them will do so without wanting something in exchange. I could always call my dad, but I don’t want to bug him over something like this. Caesar will probably come, but I don’t particularly feel like being embarrassed like that, which leaves only one option.
Zephyr.
I let out a sigh. “Give me my phone.”
Chloe wedges her hand down the edge of the sofa, and after four failed attempts and an almost amputation, she manages to get the phone into my hand. I waste no time asking Siri to make the call and put it on speakerphone.
I can hear Chloe’s heavy breath hovering close by, wanting to listen in on my conversation, and if she were anyone else, I would have told her to fuck off, but when it comes to Chloe, nothing is off limits.
The call rings three times before Zeph answers, his deep tone almost getting lost in the thick mattress. “Yes?” he says, his tone suggesting that he thinks I’m about to beg to be dicked down, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind, though something tells me that Zeph isn’t the kind of man to fuck a girl when she’s been drinking this much.
“I need your help.”
“Huh? What’s going on?”
“I might have got myself trapped inside a sofa bed.”
Zeph howls with laughter, and I have to wait a whole two minutes before he’s able to pull himself together and respond. “Okay, babe. Where are you? I’ll come help, but it’s gonna cost you.”
“Don’t I know it.”
Chloe scoffs, and Zeph immediately picks up on it. “Wait. You’re not alone? How many people are trapped in that sofa with you?”
I can’t help but laugh. “That’s Chloe, my one and only roomie and best friend. Otherwise known as Booty Belching Bhloe, and no, unfortunately, this particular blowhole is not trapped in here with me. But those weak little spaghetti arms aren’t strong enough to pull me out of here.”
“Whoa!” Chloe calls through the mattress. “I don’t have weak spaghetti arms. It’s not my fault that you ate a whole bucket of three-day-old fried chicken for breakfast.”
“Shit,” Zeph says. “Chloe sounds hot.”
“She is,” Chloe responds. “Much hotter than the cum-guzzling thunder slut, otherwise known as Losey Goosey Ran-through Coochie, the bitch who’s trapped inside the sofa bed.”
“Goddamn,” Zeph says. “Are you two drunk?”
As if on cue, Chloe squeals with delight. “Oh, the Uber driver’s here with our cherry vodka,” she cheers. “I’m gonna run down and grab it.”
The slam of the door booms through the apartment, and I quickly realize that bitch just left me stranded in here all by myself, though it’s not as though I could get in more trouble than I’m already in.
“That answers a lot of questions,” Zeph chuckles as I hear the familiar sound of car keys jingling in the background. “I’m on my way.”
“Thank you,” I say with delight, just about to end the call when words begin falling from my mouth. “Oh, hey. I’ve gotta tell you something. It’s about your dad.”
“Shit,” he says with a heavy sigh, immediately on edge. “What about him?”
“He’s so fine,” I tell Zeph, immediately starting to ramble. “What I wouldn’t give to take a bite out of that. I bet you hear it all the time, huh? He’s like some kind of half-man-half-beast. A full-on stallion if you asked me. Actually, if he were a mythical creature, what do you think he’d be? I reckon a centaur.”
“A what?”
“You know, one of those really hung half-horse things. They’ve got the human body and are completely ripped, and then the bottom half is all horse, and even though I can’t figure out where the thing’s dick is, I just know he’d be packing some serious heat.”
Zeph groans with disgust. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Oh, wait! What’s your father’s take on cherries?”
The line goes dead a moment later, and as a stupid grin tears across my face, I put Siri to use one more time. “Hey Siri, how big is a centaur’s dick?”
12
TILLY
My knees press into the expensive Italian tiles under the dining table as I reach for the front of Zephyr’s jeans, hastily undoing the button and freeing his thick cock from the confines of his pants. He’s more than ready to go, and just the mere sight of him has a deviant grin stretching across my lips.