Page 132 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Huh?” My brows furrow, not sure what he’s talking about.

“You’re dressed as Harley Quinn. Callie is dressed as Poison Ivy. They’re dating, aren't they? So… is this your way of coming out?”

“What?” My eyes widen as I splutter. “No.” I shake my head. “I’m not into women. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I like guys. Not girls. Dicks, gimme all the dicks.”

Well, not all the dicks, only their dicks.

By the time I’m done making a fool of myself, Sylas and Wesley are grinning at me while Jasper lifts an amused brow.

Jasper steps forward, making my breath hitch and my heart start to race. He cocks his head to the side, his dark eyes staring straight into my soul. It’s hard not to swoon, to lean into him.

Sylas steps up behind me, trapping me between the two of them, Wesley taking my side.

“All the dicks, huh?” Jasper asks, a bit of a growl in his tone. “How many?”

“W-what?” I breathe, my head dizzy with how close they are to me. I can smell Jasper, and it’s so much better than the hint of cologne I got when I was in his room setting up the camera. Last time he was this close to me, he was inside me. But I wasn’t able to smell much of anything with his hand over my mouth and nose.

“How many dicks have you taken, Lola?” Wesley asks.

“How many guys have been inside you?”

I want to say none, but that would be a lie. I could tell them I’m a virgin, but wouldn’t that play into the way they already see me? As some sweet innocent girl.

They wouldn’t think that if they could remember the night a few weeks ago. The one where they were all inside me, fucking me like the dirty little whore I want to be for them.

I’ve been craving that closeness again. Not the sex, although I wouldn't turn that down if they offered. It’s having them around me like this, so close I can hardly breathe.

I loved the way they looked at me when they realized I was everything they wished I was.

I can’t tell them I’ve had sex with them before, but I don’t want to lie.

“Three,” I blurt out before I can think about what I’m saying, my heart slamming in my chest as I wait for their reaction.

They go deathly still, and I start to freak out.God, I fucked this up. I knew it. I should have kept my mouth shut!

“Who?” Jasper finally speaks, demanding to know and seething with anger.

“Uh…” My brain goes blank. Fuck. What do I say?!

“Tell us, Lola,” Sylas growls behind me, his mouth so close to my ear. I whimper, my body breaking out in goosebumps, and my core heating as arousal floods me.

“Why does it matter?” I whisper.

“Just answer the question.” Wesley, who normally doesn’t seem to have a care in the world, actually sounds mad.

But why? Why would they care who I’m with? They’re the ones who wrote me off a long time ago. They’re the ones who never let me have the chance to prove them wrong.

Wait. Are they jealous? Is that what this is?

Oh my god. I bet it is. This is so exciting.

Okay, Nola, play it cool. Watch what you say. You don’t want to fuck this all up for real.

“It doesn’t matter.” I lick my lips, glad these shorts are leather, otherwise there would be a damp patch clear as day right between my legs.

“We asked you a question. Now answer.”

If I refuse, I might make them angrier. I can’t tell them it was them.