Page 118 of Butterfly Effect

He starts with a vertical line. And then another, followed by a v and yet another vertical line. I M?

“The fuck, Donovan? That’s not a picture.”

“That’s what’s being drawn, okay? Now let me concentrate.”

I recreate the letter shapes onto Gabe’s back. I. M. P. R. E. G. N.

Hold on.

My head whips around to the Radeks at the same time as Fletcher’s. We stare, gawping at the enthusiastic double thumbs-up they give us.

The crowd collectivelyawws. Skylar lets out a high-pitched squeak before Landon quiets everyone.

“What, what? Why’d everyone stop?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll keep going.”

I peer over her shoulder. Gabe drew the lines detached from one another.

“Psst! Connect the lines, Finch!” Landon calls through cupped hands.

“I’m…preg-nant?” She sputters. “Pregnant?Pfft. No, I’m not?—”

Realization dawns on her, and she spins, rushing to Indi.

They clasp each other’s hands, their welling tears barely held back. “You’re pregnant?”

As if my heart hasn’t been through the wringer throughout the evening, seeing Gabe get emotional is like getting hit by a bus.

Silence only lasts for a moment before morphing into full-on sobbing. The girls lace their fingers together and let go to hug and weep. Landon wipes his eyes, too.

“Holy crap,you’recrying?” Fletch outs me.

“They’re having a baby, for fuck’s sake.” I sniffle and rub away the tears, approaching Landon and Indi to join Gabe to share a group embrace. “We’re having a baby!”

Teammates, brothers, and friends huddle around us, filling the air with the unbelievable high of love and pride that rivals winning. Hell, it’s pretty damn close to sex with Gabe.

Our eyes find one another in the chaos, untangling from the web of arms, the adrenaline crashing our lips and tongues together in a fury.

And the high doesn’t end there. It continues in the cab ride home, where Gabe and I make out like horny teenagers.

It continues on the ride up the elevator, where we dry hump against the handrail.

And it continues when we strip each other down, and she seats herself on my bed, legs wide with her fingers strumming across her reddened pussy.

“Fucking hell.” I grip the base of my cock and pump, spreading pre-cum up and down the shaft. It’s already so slick. Squeezing provides no relief.

“Don’t touch yourself,” she whines. “Get inside me, already.”

I drop it from my hand, but it stays upright, curved, and hard as fuck. “Then flip over and grab a condom from the drawer.”

Her obeying has my dick bobbing. I sheath the impatient shit.

“Hands and knees, Freckles. Like you said you would. Wanna see my girlfriend be a needy slut for my cock again.”

Chapter 20

Like A Salve to My Ache

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