Page 78 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Nola?” Callie looks at me with amusement. “You okay?”

I can feel all three guys’ eyes on me.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat, trying to ignore the fact that I’m being really weird right now. “I could eat.”

“See?” Sylas says. “She could eat.” He looks down at me and grins. “I sure as hell could eat too.”

Oh god, yes, yes, he can. I volunteer as tribute, again.

“Then let’s go.” Jasper’s cold, annoyed tone snaps me out of my little happy, horny bubble.

“I’m driving,” Callie says, making her way to the driver's side. “Nola, you want the front seat?”

“Uh…” I look between the three of them.

“I’ll take the front seat,” Jasper interjects, heading towards that side. “The three of us won’t fit back there.” He opens the car door and gets in, letting it close a little too roughly.

Is he really that upset I’m going?

Well, he’s going to have to get used to it. If we’re going to be spending the rest of our lives together, he’s gonna have to be around me. A lot.

Because I’ve only had a taste of how that man feels inside me, and I want more.

I’ll tie him to a chair and ride him like a carousel if I have to.

“Looks like you're in the back with us,” Sylas says with a wink.

He lets go of me to open the door. “After you, my lady.”

Wesley snorts as he heads to the other side. “You're such a fucking lame-ass.”

“It’s called chivalry,” Sylas calls out to Wesley before looking down at me. “I hear it’s dead,” he whispers. “But with me, it will never die.”

The giggle that bubbles out of me has me immediately mortified. My eyes widen as I slap my hand over my mouth.

Sylas only grins wider. “Progress.”

“Huh?”

“You laughed.”

“So?” My brows furrow.

“Last time I heard that sound, you were ten.” He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear, and when he speaks again, I swear I stop breathing. “I like it. I like any sounds you make, Lola. I’d love to hear more.”

I’m sorry, what was my name again?

I blink up at him dumbly. He chuckles, nodding his head towards the door. “You first.”

Yeah, I’m not sure how I’m going to make it out of this outing alive.

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

NOLA

I’ve never beenone to feel car sick, but as I sit in the back seat, sandwiched between Wesley and Sylas, I am hyperaware of how close they are to me right now.