Page 200 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Callie reads it over and smiles. “Kinky.”

I huff out a laugh. “I guess. But where the hell do I get the white night gown?”

“That would come from me.” Garrett grins. “I’ll give it to you when the time is right. For now, we party.”

Garrett grabs Callie’s and my hand, pulling us out onto thedance floor.

Laughing, we form a circle. A string quartet version of “Cheap Thrills” by Sia starts to play.

I grab Callie’s hands, and we start dancing, dramatically doing random waltzes, laughing as we go.

Garrett leaves and comes back with drinks for us. We have a few sips before going back to dancing. We trade off throughout the night; Garrett with Callie, Garrett with me, Callie and me. A few songs in, I can already feel the alcohol hitting my system.

I’m a laughing, smiling mess, and I don’t care. I feel alive, excited for what's going to come next.

I know we need to sit down and talk about all of this, but not before these three give me another night I won’t forget.

I have no clue what they have in store for me, but I want to find out.

“Mind if we interrupt?” Sylas asks, not waiting for his sister’s answer as he spins me out of her grasp.

“Hi.” I grin up at him, a giddy feeling filling me.

“Hi, Lola Girl,” he chuckles, spinning me around before gathering me in his arms. I feel the other two pressing in around me, boxing me in. “Are you having fun?”

Biting my lip, I nod my head.

“Good.” Wesley’s fingers graze my cheek, making me shiver. “Smile while you can, Little Rabbit,” he whispers in my ear.

“Because soon, all we’re going to hear are your cries begging for our mercy,” Jasper growls low in my other ear.

I suck in a shuddering breath as Sylas pulls me away. I laugh as he spins me around, the smile on his face adding to my good mood.

We dance for a little bit before Wesley steals me away.

“He has moves.” I wiggle my brows, giggling as we tango.

“Some.” He winks, spinning me around a few times before handing me off to Jasper.

My head feels fuzzy, and I’m a little dizzy, but I’m loving every moment of this.

“Are you ready?” Jasper asks as he starts to dance with me, his hand on my lower back, gripping the fabric of my dress.

“Yes,” I breathe out, wanting to lean up on my tiptoes and suck his lip ring into my mouth.

“You can still run,” Jasper offers. “I’m giving you an out, Lola. And if you were smart, you’d take it.”

“I don’t want an out.” I shake my head. “Why can’t you see that I want this, Jasper? I want you, I want them.”

“We’re no good for you,” he growls, his hold on me growing more possessive and making my clit tingle.

“And you think I’m any better?” I ask. “I don’t want good, Jasper. I don’t want anything but the three of you. It doesn’t matter what's lurking in the shadows.”

“We’re broken men who will never be fixed.” His eyes flick behind mine.

“Who said I wanted to fix you?” I ask him. “I want you, Jasper, jagged pieces and all.”

“We’ll cut you, make you bleed.” His nostrils flare. It’s like he’s trying to convince himself, not me. I want him to see that I really don’t care. He’s not going to scare me off.