Lords of Wrath (Royals of Forsyth University, #2)

by Angel Lawson

“Tristian Mercer,” I say, running a finger up his shaft. “Of all people, I’d think you would be into road head.” A slow grin spreads across his mouth, both of his hands clenched around the steering wheel.

Lifting the blunt to my mouth, I take another drag, thinking. “It means the woods are lovely, dark and deep. But we have promises to keep.” Exhaling, I open my eyes to meet her stunned gaze. “And miles to go before we sleep.” “Robert Frost?” She gives me a slow blink. “You were listening earlier?”