Page 106 of Sincerely, Butterfly

They have probably been losing their minds, wondering who killed that girl on their property.

“Doesn’t matter right now because I need to get to school,” I sigh, tossing my hairbrush down onto my desk.

I grab my backpack from the chair and bring it over to the bed, where I left my laptop open. I was checking the footage when I woke up, but from the looks of it, everyone had already left for the day, their beds already empty and made.

I’m about to close it and put it in my bag when someone on the screen catches my attention.

“Oh my god.” A smile creeps over my lips as I take in the sight before me on the screen. “Finally, something good.” I giggle, clicking the mic button so I can hear.

The sound of a masculine male grunt has a shiver racing down my spine. My eyes are glued to the screen, transfixed on the way Jasper works himself over.

He’s leaning against his desk, butt-naked with his hand wrapped around his cock. His head is bowed, his body angled so that I can see the way his back muscles ripple with every jerk of his cock.

I can’t see the cock in question, unfortunately, but I can see how his arm moves faster and faster.

His breathing grows heavy, and the hand he has on the desk that's holding him up curls into a fist.

I bite my lip with arousal, my core aching and my nipples tightening as I clench my thighs together.

I’m debating on sliding my fingers into my jeans and getting myself off while he does the same for himself.

Unfortunately, I’m already late to the party because Jasper is close to his orgasm.

He grunts out a curse, and a moment later, he lets out a long, sexy groan.

I do my best to zoom in, but all I get is a few shots of his cum shooting out and covering his desk.

It’s still hot, though.

When he’s done milking every last drop out, he stands up, chest heaving with the workout he just gave himself.

I watch as he walks into the adjoining bathroom, eyes locked on his tight ass and tattooed back.

“Damn it!” I whine. “I missed all the good parts.”

Grumbling, I close the laptop and shove it into my bag. “I’m going to have to get back into that house and put more cameras all around their room. That way I can see them at any angle,” I complain to Skittles.

He lets out a chiming sound, tilting his head to the side.

“Are you sure they haven’t been to the cemetery lately? As much as I hate seeing them with another woman, I’d love to watch them at work. Trust me, Skittles, nothing is hotter than those three demanding their pleasure. Watching them get lost in the moment, the way they become lost to it all, and when they cum. Fuuuuck,” I sigh. “The looks on their faces alone are pure porn.”

Skittles just blinks at me.

“You’ll have to take my word for it,” I tell him, giving him a head scratch. “Now, go see if they're making any pit stops or heading right to school. Hang around if you can.

Skittles caws before taking off out the open window.

Now it’s time for school. I’d have to say, it’s a pretty good start to my day. Helps me feel a bit better about the failed attempt at getting my name out there.

There's always next time.

“Shit,” Callie groans. “I didn’t even think about that. No, that would make a lot of sense. I know my brother, and if they found herbody after a party at their house, then he’d work to get rid of it so nothing came back on them. I’m so stupid. I didn’t even think of that in the moment. I was too wrapped up in finding out my best friend was a serial killer.”

“An up-and-coming serial killer,” I correct her.

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Girl, you killed three people. By definition, that officially makes you a serial killer.”

“You’re right.” My face lights up. “Holy shit, I’m actually a serial killer. This is so exciting.” I bounce in the driver's seat with excitement.