Page 165 of Butterfly Effect

I kneel and scoot between his feet. “Are you listening? I love you.”

“Me?” He points to himself. “Youloveme?”

My hand smacks his cheek lightly. “Yeah, you bigdope.Iloveyou. It’s so easy, too. How can anyone not love you?” I scoff to myself, remembering how I once thought I hated him.

“Oh, thank God.” He loosens further, stooping to cup my face. “I loveyou.”

Our noses sidle. “I know.”

“You know?”

“Mmhm.” I nod. “I know you sold that godawful Lamborghini you loved because I hated it. I know you built that basketball court, so I’d spend more time here with you. I know you figured out all of my favorite things and offered them up to me because you love me. So yeah, I love you. Not because you did all those things but because you’reyou.And I loveyou.” I let a pause break my train of thought. “Plus, you let me fuck you in the ass.”

Wade’s laughter rumbles from his heart, sincere and childlike. I cling to it, wanting to keep it forever. “In my defense, you let me do that, too.”

“Alright, alright, Pretty Boy. You gonna kiss me, or what?”

His lips brush mine, teasing a lick across the seam.

“Only if you kiss me first, Freckles.”

He’s mine, so I do.

Chapter 29

You’re an Idiot, But You’re My Idiot

Wade

Losingthe Stanley Cup couldn’t hurt me.

Disappointing, yes. But inconsequential. I’ve got the love of my life by my side, giving me the happiest fucking birthday I could ever imagine.

Well, not exactly by myside.

Gabe leans on a sturdy headboard, hand fisting a bubble gum pink silicone cock. Her legs twist and toes squirm as I up the speed of the hidden vibrator inside her, thumbing the button on the remote. My other hand pushes a third finger into my prepped asshole. I hiss at the stretch.

She slathers the toy’s length with more lube, nearly emptying the expensive tube.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I groan, removing a finger, and add more lube to pump the remaining two into my pursed opening.

Her lips shine with saliva. “How do you feel?”

“Filthy as fuck.”

“That’s what you are, aren’t you? My filthy fucking boy.”

I confirm with a whine, maxing out the vibrator speed.

Gabe’s moan pitches up an octave, back curling through a wretched scream. Her torso relaxes, resting against the tufted headboard, rapid breaths slowing. A satiated smile pinches into her burnt sienna cheeks as I discard the remote.

Focused rage fires in my direction when she flicks her eyes open. “Get your ass over here.”

Maroon throbs engorge my cock, strained by a cock ring at its base, swinging between my thighs as I stalk up to her.

Pulling me into a hasty, needy kiss, she strokes and squeezes pre-cum from the head, dripping it down her flat stomach. “Hands on the headboard.”

I plant my feet onto the mattress, palming the top edge of the bed frame as she positions the domed head of the toy under me. My thighs wobble at the pressure.

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