Page 222 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Both Callie and Sylas turn their glares on him. “No,” they say in unison.

“You’re both mean,” Garrett mutters, pointing a fry at the siblings before aggressively taking a bite.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Callie turns her glare on me.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back my smile. “I thought we were geeking out about how adorable we are with the men who are obsessed with us,” I tease.

“That’s it. I think you all are gross and cheesy and wish you all nothing but misery,” she huffs, getting to her feet.

“Hey, don’t be like that.” I giggle. “I love you!” I shout as she storms away.

“I’ll make sure she's okay.” Garrett gets to his feet, shooting us a wink before he follows after.

“Get back here!” Sylas shouts.

Garrett chuckles, flipping us off, and jogs over to Callie.

“You really need to accept your sister and who she loves,” I tell Sylas.

He swings his gaze to me, his lips parting as he gapes at me. “She does not love him!” he protests. “She hates him. You saw it with your own eyes.”

“I see sexual tension, denial, and dodging the inevitable,” I argue, laughing at how worked up he's getting. “You’re such a cute, possessive big brother.”

“Cute.” He blinks at me. “Baby, I’m a stone-cold killer, I’m not cute.”

I shrug. “You are to me.”

“You take that back,” he growls, and I burst into giggles.

“She’s going to ruin our street cred,” Sylas sighs heavily.

I get off Jasper's lap, ready to take Sylas’ when Wesley snatches me and pulls me into his.

“Where do you think you’re going, Little Rabbit?” he growls, nipping at the shell of my ear.

My body flushes with arousal, my nipples pebbling against my bra. “Nowhere,” I breathe.

“That's right. Your place is here.” He sucks on my neck, making me moan.

“Let’s go,” Sylas says, gathering the trash.

“Where?” I ask, blinking my hazy eyes up at him. “My class isn’t for another half hour.”

“I know. That gives us time to pump you full of our cum before sending you off to class.” Sylas shoots me a wicked grin. His words have my core aching and my clit swelling with need.

“Let’s go.” I try to get up, but Wesley laughs at my eagerness, keeping me in his lap.

“Our perfect little cock slut,” he chuckles. “So impatient. I fucking love it.”

“You look amazing.” Mom smiles as I come down the stairs.

“Thanks.” I grin wide, unable to keep the smile off my face.

It’s been a week since the guys and I have officially gotten together. At least in the eyes of the people around us. We’ve been together since we were kids in my heart, and that's what really counts.

Since then, I haven’t left their side for more than a few hours while we're at school, or the guys are working.

Knowing I don’t need Skittles to go out there and follow them is bittersweet. I mean, I could have him keep following the guys. What if something happened to them and they needed help? I need to know where they’re at, right?