Page 109 of Butterfly Effect

“You really need to talk to someone about that.”

“Is that a yes, Freckles? Wanna try new things with me?”

I back up with my butt once again, trying to maintain focus on the ball and not on the curve of Wade’s rock-hard third leg.

He groans in my ear and grips my hips with both hands. “Rub that ass on my cock again, and I’ll have to fuck it.” I don’t move. “Or is that what you want?”

I don’t say anything to deny or confirm, but my elbow drives into his side, giving me enough leeway to run to the wing.

It’s lucky, for sure, but my three-pointer taps the rim and goes in.

I whoop and gloat, running backward to the open door. “Gotta go catch a flight. Later, Pretty Boy!”

“You didn’t say pineapple!” he yells after me. “Freckles! I need to know! Am I or am I not gonna get to fuck your ass?”

I send him a text before boarding the plane.

Me

Be a good boy while I’m gone, and we’ll talk about it.

Chapter 19

An Attention-Starved Puppy

Wade

On a scaleof one to ten, how pathetic is it to miss your fake girlfriend after two days?

Okay, you know what? I don’t fucking care. It’s ridiculous, yes. But it can’t be as ridiculous as I look right now.

I revisit the hot-as-fuck mirror selfie Gabe sent, the black cropped top so tight her nipples poke through and aubergine color lining her upper lip, tempting me to ruin it later tonight. The black gloves on her hands and utility belt hanging from her slender hips give me a very specific, filthy idea. My dick stirs.

Shh, shh. Not now.

“Sonot the drama,” I read her caption aloud. “Oh, sweetheart. There’s about to be.”

With a swipe, I get rid of the notification for Fletch’s sneezing seal video and open up my Messages app.

Me

I am displeased

Freckles

What now?

Me

This is not what I meant when I said you could get creative with my costume

Freckles

You wanted something sluttier?

Me

Yes, actually

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