Page 15 of Beautiful Butterfly

“Go ahead and scream your beautiful head off.” Wyatt popped him on his ass.

“Did you just spank me?” Alister squealed, kicking his legs faster. “You did not just swat my tush!”

“I’ll do more than swat it, brat,” Wyatt grumbled as he headed toward the house. “At least our neighbors were entertained.”

“You’re the one who mowed me down!” Alister shrieked. “Do I look like a sack of potatoes? I just want my car.”

Wyatt walked inside and closed the door, his arm still curled around the back of his mate’s thighs. “So you can be reckless?”

“So I can drive,” Alister countered. “Why am I still slung over your shoulder?”

Exhaling a deep breath, Wyatt set him on his feet. “All you had to do was say you wanted to get your car.”

Though he wasn’t sure he wanted Alister to have it. His mate was a hot damn mess right now, determined to shave a century or two off of Wyatt’s life with his impulsiveness.

A chime sounded, indicating someone was at the door. “It’s probably a neighbor making sure the meerkat has calmed down.”

“I am not an anxious, sassy twink,” Alister argued.

Wyatt arched a brow.

Alister erupted in laughter. “I’m shocked you know that reference.”

“You’d be surprised about what I know.” Wyatt walked to the door and answered it. Paris and Cannon stood on the other side.

“Sorry to drop by unannounced,” Cannon said.

“I could hear your tantrum before I even got out of the truck,” Paris said loudly as he strode angrily past Wyatt. “Calm the fuck down, you lunatic.”

“Sure, come on in,” Wyatt grumbled.

“I’ve just learned to roll with it.” Cannon grinned. “Mind if I come in? I thought I’d be polite enough to ask, unlike my mate.”

Wyatt waved a hand. “Have a front row seat to the entertainment.”

“He called me a meerkat,” Alister complained to Paris.

“How in the hell are you offended?” Paris twisted his lips to the side of his mouth. “It’s like getting upset that someone called water wet.”

“Wyatt spanked me in the driveway!” Alister jabbed a finger toward Wyatt as he stared incredulously at Paris. “I probably have a bruise on my tush now.”

Cannon glanced at Wyatt with a smirk.

“I popped you on the ass because you were screaming your head off outside,” Wyatt said calmly. “Consider yourself lucky I didn’t put you over my knee.”

Alister’s eyes rounded. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” Now Wyatt imagined his feisty mate over his knee, his perfectly plump butt bare and raised in the air as Alister begged for more. If Wyatt didn’t get that image out of his head, he would pop wood and tent his silk shorts. That wasn’t a situation he wanted Cannon or Paris to witness.

“I came by to check on you, but I see I worried for nothing.” Paris grabbed Alister and pulled him into a hug. “Tell me the real reason you’re in a tizzy.”

“I want my car,” Alister whined.

“Bullshit. Have you forgotten that I know you too well?” Paris asked. “Tell me the truth, or I’ll steal your car keys and park your precious Mercedes at Cannon’s house.”

“I was sold like I was nothing more than cattle, and I’m not dealing too well with that.” Alister said, his words muffled against Paris’s shoulder.

“So you did what you do best.” Paris rested his chin on Alister’s head, but looked right at Wyatt. “You played down the threat then lashed out.”

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