Page 43 of Butterfly Effect

What the fuck am I doing, and why is it not kissing the sass out of her?

One of her hands moves up my chest to bunch the leather collar. I can’t tell whether she’s pushing me away or begging for more.

“How can someone this pretty be so mouthy and annoying?”

“Look in the mirror, and you’ll find out,” she retorts, tipping her mouth up. A tempting offer. The same hand winds around the column of my neck, its light pressure sending all blood southward. Gabe writhes, creating a hungry friction between us.

We simultaneously gasp.

“You think I’m pretty?”

Another hot breath gushes from her when I sidle my nose beside hers. “That’s the part you understood?”

“I have selective hearing.”

“Clearly.”

The tip of my cock throbs against her inner thigh as she hooks a knee around my hip, notching herself to me. Desperate for relief, I lift her by one handful of ass and grind between her legs with a groan.

“So, what’ll it be, Freckles?” Our breaths mix, eyes locked in rebellion. Waiting for one of us to cave. “You gonna kiss me now, or you want me to shut you up however I want?”

Chapter 8

Come Pretend With Me, Freckles

Gabe

“Wade,”I say through a leaden breath, moving my hand away from his neck and down his chest.

“Yeah?”

“Let go.”

His hold loosens at my command. No battle, no snark, no visible signs of disappointment. Not even Wade’s cock deflates. It remains at a 90-degree angle. Pointing at me. Blaming me for its current state.

My legs attempt confidence, and I’m glad for the wall support from behind. The tense air between us is so thick I can taste it. From the way he licks his bottom lip, maybe he can, too.

It’d be too easy to succumb. He’s young. I don’t have to think too much. And it won’t mean anything to him. He’s not even the worst option I have. At least this one can get me to the finish line. But no.

“We can’t?—”

“Okay.” He withdraws and backpedals, taking his warmth and leaving behind goosebumps.

A ragged breath escapes from me. “Wade.” I don’t want him to think I’m doing this on purpose. It’s not like I set out to blue-ball him. I’m a horny, weak woman lacking self-restraint. He knows that, though. He was on the receiving end of that lingerie pic from earlier.

Head shaking out a chuckle, he rubs a palm through the back of his hair and nape.

“I know.” A smile returns. It’s soft and understanding. Probably the most sincere I’ve seen him since last summer. “You hate me.”

He says it like he doesn’t want to believe it. I’m not sure I do, either.

“You can still stay.” Wade slides off his shoes by the door.

I really shouldn’t.

“For a few minutes.” I leave my sneakers next to his. “Only to avoid the cameras.”

He nods. “Only to avoid the cameras.”

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