Page 261 of Sincerely, Butterfly

JASPER

“Where are you taking her?”Sylas asks.

“None of your business,” I mutter, my eyes locked on the building my Lotus Flower is currently in. Her class will be ending any moment now, and with every second that goes by, I’m growing more and more impatient.

“What do you have planned?”

“None of your business,” I repeat myself.

“Are you taking her for a drive?”

I swing my glare his way. “What do you think?” I ask him. “Is it that I’m standing here in riding gear holding an extra helmet for the fun of it?”

“Geez,” Sylas huffs out a laugh. “Someone is pissy. I think you need to get laid, my man.”

That’s what I’m trying to fucking do. No thanks to this asshole. He’s a fucking pussy hog. I swear, any chance he gets, his cock is buried inside my Lotus Flower. If I don’t get some alone time with her soon, I’m going to fucking murder him.

“How about you and Wesley make yourselves fucking useful and have dinner ready by eight.”

“Why eight?” Sylas asks. “Isn’t supper at five?”

“Dinner is whatever time we want to eat,” I mutter. “And I’m saying be ready at eight. Make pizza, the kind Nola likes. Nola said something about wanting a normal night with us after seeing some bullshit on a TV show. If she wants a date night with the three of us, then we’re giving it to her. But not before I get some fucking time to myself. Get everything someone needs for a movie night, whatever that entails. And make sure we have the movieReady Or Not 2. She’s been talking about wanting to see that since it came out a few weeks ago. ”

“Oh my god.” Sylas’ eyes light up, and I growl at the enjoyment he’s getting from this. “Has your ice-cold heart startedto thaw? I knew you were a big old teddy bear deep down,” Sylas chuckles. “Come on, give me a cuddle.” He goes to hug me, arms stretched out.

I grab my gun, pulling it from its holster, and lift it to his forehead. “Touch me and die,” I snarl.

“You can act all big and scary all you want, but we know you're just a big softie for our batshit crazy queen.” Sylas grins like an idiot.

“Not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.” Nola’s voice has my head snapping forward.

Fuck. Me. She looks gorgeous. She’s got her hair down, and it’s straightened. She’s wearing a flowy dress that goes down to her knees. Her neckline is low enough to see her cleavage, and now all I can think about is being inside her.

When I saw what she was wearing when she got up for school this morning, I approved. It was the perfect outfit, and she doesn’t even know it.

“Compliment for sure,” Sylas says. “Hey, Lola Girl, how was school?

“Good.” She grins. “So, who am I going home with?” She points between Sylas and me.

“Me.” We both speak at the same time.

“Fuck off,” I snap at Sylas. She grins and starts to cackle.

“You’re going with this grumpy ass,” Sylas chuckles. “If not, he’s going to kill me.”

He steps forward, wrapping his arm around her waist and the other behind her head, pulling her in for a heated kiss. “Have fun. See you later.” He nips at her lower lip. “Love you.”

“Love you,” she says breathlessly. Sylas slaps her on the ass, shooting her a wink before turning to face me. He grins, giving me a two-finger salute before climbing into his car and taking off.

“We’re going for a drive?” Nola asks, pointing to the extra helmet in my arms.

“Yes,” I reply, handing it over to her.

“Where are we going?”

“A drive,” I repeat slowly, raising a brow.

“I know,” she laughs. “But is there anywhere specifically we’re drivingto or just a ride?”