Page 28 of Eternally Yours
A selfie comes in seconds later of him shirtless in a gym, muscles on full display and bulging with veins from working them hard. No chest hair in sight; sweat glistens all over his body, down his chiseled abs to those impressively defined V-shaped muscles pointing down. An invitation to what hides beneath, but the picture cuts off there.
On his right arm, black ink swirls around from just below his elbow, all the way up to wrap around his shoulder. An image is encased within the design of a ferocious-looking Griffin standing on his hind legs.
Wings spread out above the black swirls on his upper arm. In its beak, the griffin holds what appears to be a puck, and under his ginormous back paws lies a hockey stick gripped by his claws. A beautiful representation of his lifelong career.
His hair is wet and tousled, strands falling against his face. The green pools in his eyes are dark and blazing, filled with hunger. A sly half smirk rests over his lips.He knows exactly what the picture is doing to me.
Heat rises from my toes to my fingertips. Biting my lip, I pull my knees togetherto dull the throbbing ache between the junction of my legs. I can feel the moisture soaking through my panties, making me go crimson red. I’ve never been this turned on before, and it’s only a picture.
Emma takes one look at me and snatches my phone from my hands. She scans the picture and whistles. “Well, that explains the horny look in your eyes,” she snickers, “even I’m getting hot looking at that.”
I grab my phone back and press it to my chest, halting her ogling my man.My man... I like how that sounds.Once Emma’s focus has returned to the movie, I pull my phone away and read the message that followed the picture.
Big Guy
Jumping in the shower, then heading to my parents for dinner.
Two more messages came in afterward—while I was too busy admiring him and stopping my friend from doing the same.
Big Guy
Did I scare you off?
Big Guy
Or is it... Naughty time?
I shake my head at the last one, knowing he’s referring to what Emma called it when she caught me on the phone.
Me
I am never letting you two hang out together.
Big Guy
HAHAHA! Oh, come on. We’d get along great!
Me
Yes, that’s exactly what worries me...
Chapter eleven
Silas
Grandbabies, grandbabies, and more grandbabies.
I put down my phone on the nightstand beside my bed and wander into my walk-in closet to finish getting dressed. I had time for a quick shower before Cecilia replied, and for a moment, I was worried I had overstepped.
Just last night she told me she wanted to take it slow, and then I honored her wishes by sending her a provocative picture. It was a stupid thing to do, but she doesn’t seem too bothered by it.At least, I hope.
I put on some dark jeans and a black sweatshirt—it’s only my parents and brother, so no need to dress up nicely—then I pull on a pair of socks and my sneakers. Walking back into my room, I grab my phone and head down to the first floor, picking up my wallet and keys and taking my private elevator to the garage.
I arrive at my parents’ townhouse twenty minutes later and notice my brother’s sports car parked a house down as I make my way into my childhood home.
“Hey guys, your favorite son has arrived!” I yell at no one in particular while I remove my shoes.
“Ha! You mean least favorite! We all know the baby is always the favorite,” my brother calls back from the living room.
