Page 81 of Butterfly Effect

“A fake one,” I sniped back, chewing on a hangnail.

“You keep saying that, but the way you took my cock last week was very real.”

I slapped his arm. “Shut up!”

“Make me.”

My hand lifted to smother his pretty mouth, but he swerved the car, turning onto the exit ramp and parking at the far end of the visitor center.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He grabbed my throat with a firm but tender hold. “It’s been a week since I’ve tasted you. Now make me shut up.”

First, I shut him up with a kiss.

Then, with my crotch.

Wade firecrackers into a smile when he catches me staring. I roll my eyes.

“Trying to make a good first impression with my dad, are ya?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re wearing a cable knit.” It makes me want to wrap myself in him, and I’m not sure which I hate more: myself, him, or the fact that I don’t own that cute sweater. “And driving a Range Rover.”

“So?”

“What happened to the Lambo?”

“Got rid of it.”

“What! Why?”

He shrugs. “Saw Radek’s and felt inspired. And I’ll have you know, Jaeg made this for me.”

“Jaeg? As in Derrick Jaeger?”

“Yep.” A proud grin brightens his face.

“Huh.”

“He’s crocheted for years but took up knitting over the summer. Really bearing down on the whole ancient veteran player.”

My nose wrinkles. “He’s only a couple of years older than me. You calling me ancient, too?”

“No. You’re perfect.”

I fake-vomit and shove his shoulder, breaking his doe-eyed look. He giggles with his tongue caught between his teeth.

“Ew.Stop trying to be cute. It’s nasty.”

“Going down on you once wasn’t enough, huh? I can get nasty again, really quick?—”

“Shut up.”

We reach the outskirts of Kitchener and pass the nursery sign on the road.

“Terra Bella,” Wade reads.

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