Page 253 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I swipe them across her lips before slipping them into her mouth. “My pretty little fuck toy,” I mutter. “Sleep well, my Lola Girl.”

Pulling her panties back into place, I grin when I watch my cum start to soak the fabric.

I’m filled with a primal smugness as I climb off the bed, downright fucking giddy over what I just did.

She said her body was free use whenever we wanted, and that's what I did. And I can’t fucking wait to do it again.

As I’m about to leave, going out through the window, I jump when I see a black raven land on the windowsill.

He cocks his head to the side, his beady little eyes staring at me. “Hi there, little guy,” I whisper, “Shoo. Leave my girl alone.”

He blinks at me and then flies into the room. I watch as he perches himself on a piece of wood I didn’t notice before.

“Huh.” I walk over to him, careful not to scare him. “Are you… her pet?” I ask him.

He lets out a little chirp.

“What’s your name?” I ask, looking him over.

“Skittles,” he squawks, surprising the hell out of me.

“So you can talk.” I grin.

“Sylas is so sexy,” he says. “I love his cock.”

My eyes widen as I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, what?”Did this bird just say he loved my cock? What the hell is going on?

“Nola loves Sylas. Nola loves Wesley. Nola loves Jasper.”

If I had to guess, Nola has taught this raven a lot. And he seems to know who we are.

“You are fascinating,” I say in awe.

“Skittles watch. Skittles do good. Nola happy.”

“Watch?” I ask, and that's when I notice Skittles is wearing something. I step closer, running my hand over the fabric. “What is this?” I ask. Shining my light, I see that it looks like… maybe a camera hooked to a homemade harness.

“Fucking hell,” I laugh, looking at Nola over my shoulder. “You really are a fucking genius, aren’t you? Your brain is so fucked up, and it’s the biggest turn on.” I look back to Skittles. “I have a feeling we’ve met before.” I grin. “You must be the raven we’ve seen far too many times to count, aren't you?”

He just tilts his head to the side, and I chuckle.

I just thought it was a regular old raven. New Orleans has them all over. Never thought anything of it.

And all this time, it was Nola’s pet bird she trained to spy on us.

I’m beyond impressed. Do I tell the guys this, or keep this our dirty little secret?

“I have to get going, but you keep an eye on your mama, okay? It was nice to finally meet you.” I give him a scratch on the head, and surprisingly, he lets me. “Until next time,” I tell him.

With one last look at my girl, I climb out of the window and head home.

She wants her weekend for girl time? Fine, but I’ll be watching. Just like she has been this whole time.

CHAPTER

FORTY

WESLEY