Page 119 of Butterfly Effect

Gabe

“I thinkI’m in love with Wade.”

I choke on my mimosa and use the napkin as a face shield. “You’re what now?”

“He’s uh-maz-ing.”

“Landon’s gonna lose his shit.”

“Seriously,Gabe.” A whiny faux sob pairs with Indi’s pained expression. She pulls something from her purse. “Your boyfriend got Derrick to crochet this matching beanie and sweater—look at this freaking tiny sweater!—for the baby. And the little booties?” Her first two fingers make them march on her side of the table in sync with a series ofboops. “I cannot. They’re too cute.”

“Cute? What is happening to you?”

Her hand dismisses the question. “And how precious is this garnet color? Did you tell him it was my favorite?”

“I had nothing to do with this.”

“See? This is what I mean. I knew he was sweet, but the man might be perfect. For you, I mean.” A waiter interrupts to refillher water glass. She passes a polite smile before continuing. “He worships the ground you stand on, makes you food, does all the things crusty, dusty Vaughn couldn’t handle in bed…”

My breath hitches, asshole clenching at the memory of how we kept our promises post-Halloween party.

Wade spent hours between eating me out and using Mr. Darcy on my pussy until I relaxed enough to let him in the back door. Copious amounts of lube helped accept his size. And after? I almost passed out from the tenderness.

Our skin clung at the hips, my ass to his groin. Amidst a deluge of sweat and cum, Wade growled out an orgasm while buried halfway in my ass. It was all I could take.

He didn’t pull out right away, simply panting through groans, cock still hard and twitching inside me. Kisses from his swollen lips trailed behind callused fingers over every ridge of my spine until he neared my nape. Pinpricks tightened my skin further from his hot breath in my ear.

“I can’t stand how gorgeous you are.” The praise and degradation combo was definitely going into regular rotation. “You’re a fucking wet dream come true.”

Later, I admired him through the steam from the shower. There was no denying Wade was beautiful. Cheeks puffed from swishing mouthwash, he spit neon blue foam into the sink.

While I began to dry off, he pulled me into a relentless, open-mouthed kiss, tossing my towel to the floor before lifting me to bed.

I may never get over the way he moans. From deep in his chest. Pure agony and want.

“Wade.”

“Do you know how insane you make me feel? I want you” —the noisy, sloppy kisses moved to my neck— “so badly. All the time.”

He worked a sensitive spot under my ear, and my pussy cried, raw and sore from earlier.

“For sex?” I asked, knowing any answer would hurt.

Frozen otherwise, his Adam’s apple tensed and bobbed while he hovered over me. “Yeah, yeah. For sex.”

The longing didn’t disappear from his gaze. He fell away from me in a heap.

I shove my fingers into my hairline, baffled at how this-this-thisthingsnowballed. “How did we get here? We hate each other.”

Wade broke the tension with a dry chuckle. “Do we?”

“Ahem.”

I blink three times, giving my best impression of a deer in headlights at Indi’s interruption.

“Adorable. ‘We’re just having fun,’ she says while having a dirty fantasy in the middle of Sunday brunch.”

A shrug is attempted, but Indi doesn’t buy it. “Wearehaving fun.”

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