Page 133 of Sincerely, Butterfly

My mind tries to think of what to say. “Bryson Caulder, Jackson Lockland, and Royce Butler,” I blurt out the first few names that pop into my head.

“You're fucking kidding me,” Sylas snarls. “Them? Why the fuck would you sleep with them, Nola?”

“I don’t know,” I whimper, seeming to just upset them more.

“You’re too fucking good for them,” Jasper growls. “Low-life wastes of space like them don’t deserve to lay a fucking finger on you.”

“They don’t?” I blink up at them. What is going on?No clue, but I’m loving it.

I’ve never seen them like this before. It’s so hot. And exciting.

“Bryson, Jackson, Royce,” Wesley murmurs to himself, like he’s tucking them into his memory.

“Stay away from them.” Jasper grips my chin, lowering his face, which places his lips only inches from mine.

I think I might actually pass out right now.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me!

“Or what?” I ask, feeling a bit bold.

“You won’t like the answer,” he vows. “Just be a good girl, Nola.”

“And what if I don’t want to be good?” I ask, raising a brow. Another wave of bravery hits me, but I quickly step back, bumping into Sylas, something hard hitting my ass.Oh god, he’s got a boner. Did I give that to him?

Of course I did. I better have.

Biting my lip, I lock eyes with Jasper as I roll my hips, grinding my ass against Sylas’ cock. A flood of arousal rushes through me, and I have to stifle the whimper that wants to slip free at the way Sylas groans, his hands gripping onto my hips roughly.

“Watch it, Lola Girl,” Sylas growls in my ear. “You don’t know what kind of game you're playing.”

Maybe not. But I really, really want to find out.

“If I were you,” Wesley adds in. “I’d stay away from anyone who isn’t us and Callie.”

“Why?” I ask again. What does he mean by that?

“Just do it,” Jasper barks. “And stop wearing shit like this.” He steps back, looking me up and down. “It’s just going to create more hassle than there needs to be.”

Sylas steps away from me, then Wesley.

“Remember what we said.” Wesley pulls a cigarette from the pack of smokes in his hand, popping it between his lips. “Be a good girl, will ya?”

I watch in shock as they walk away, disappearing into the house.

“Sorry I took so long,” Callie apologizes as she joins me again. “Did they cause too much trouble?”

I blink. And blink.

“What's wrong?” Callie steps in front of me, a concerned look on her face.

“They’re jealous,” I say in disbelief.

“What? Who?”

“The guys.” A slow grin takes over my face, growing so big it hurts. “I made them jealous .”

“Yeah?” Her brows rise, a smile finding her face. “How? Why? What did I miss?”