Page 145 of Sincerely, Butterfly

And because of that, we’re not allowed to fuck anyone. No one!

Not even a handjob. Like, come on.

Does he think I’m going to just become celibate? Fuck that shit, I’d rather chop off my balls than never have sex again. And I like my balls. They’re even in size and aren’t too big or small. Do you know how rare that is?

They better be careful, because if Jasper is right and I am a sex addict, I’m coming for one of them.

I can close my eyes and pretend it’s Nola while I fuck their ass. Just gag them and put a bag over their head. Problem solved.

“Fucking hell,” I groan, rubbing my face with the palms of my hands. “Maybe I am a sex addict."

“Gee, what would make you say that?” a voice I know all too well says.

Lowering my hand, I grin over at my Lola Girl. She’s sitting on one of the benches in the hallway, looking far too tempting.

“There’s my Lola Girl.” I grin. A surge of pride fills me as pink sprinkles her cheeks. “What are you doing out of class?”

“I’m not out of class,” she tells me. “But you are. Why?”

“How do you know?” I raise a brow, smirking. “You stalking me?”

“No,” she says far too quickly, the pink on her cheeks turning red. “I saw you walking out of the classroom down the hall.” She points in the direction of the class I just left. “I have a friend who’s in that class.”

“A friend?” I raise a brow, stopping to stand in front of her. “Who is this friend?”

She looks good today. I don’t like it. Guys are going to look, and I’m going to want to kill them. And Jasper says I’m not allowed to kill everyone who just looks at Nola, only the ones who touch her.

He said I can’t kill them, but I’d happily pepper-spray them as punishment for their wandering eyes.

She’s wearing a dress today, looking far too mouth-watering than what is fair.

What is with her clothing choices these days? Is she trying to kill me? What happened to her leggings and baggy sweaters?

Now she’s all tight shirts showing off her curves, summer dresses that give us great views of her long legs, and jeans that cup her perfect ass. And her tits! I just want to hug my cock between them and fuck them until I spray my cum all over her face. I want nothing more than to turn her soft thighs into earmuffs as I feast on her cunt until she’s sobbing my name. And when she whines that it’s too much, I’ll flip her over and turn that peach ass of hers bright red. Or… maybe I’ll leave fingerprint sized bruises into that plump flesh as I fuck her from behind. Nothing would be better than holding onto handfuls of that ass while my cock is buried deep inside her cunt.

“No one you know,” she says, looking away.

“Since when do you have friends?”

Her eyes snap back to mine, hurt filling her gaze, making me feel like an asshole.

She gets to her feet, this pissed off look in her eyes that has my cock thickening.

“I have friends,” she snaps back. “I’m not some pathetic loser.” Her chest rises and falls quickly, drawing my eyes down to it. My cock hardens as I openly ogle the mounds of her tits.

Slowly, I drag my eyes back up to hers. “I don’t think you’re a loser, Nola.”

“I’m not the same little girl you used to be friends with, Sylas. I’m a woman now.” She juts out her chin. “With friends. And…”

“And?” My lips twitch, this feisty side of her is a total turn-on. She really isn’t the same Nola from when we were kids. It might be small changes, but it’s enough to get my attention.

“And… guys are noticing me now,” she huffs. “Maybe it’s time for me to start making more friends, maybe start dating.”

The idea of her going out with some guy has my smirk dropping. “Yeah?” I run my tongue over my teeth in annoyance. “Like who?”

“None of your business,” she scoffs, stepping around me.

I spin around, watching her push the door to the women's bathroom open and disappear behind it.