Page 255 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Reaching over, I place a possessive hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze.

I don’t know what this girl is doing to me, but she’s changing me.

I’d like to believe it’s for the better.

I’m still fucked in the head, that’s never going to change, but guess what? It turns out, I do have a heart. But it only works for her. I can live with that.

She looks over at me, the smile on her lips making her face light up, and fuck me, it does shit to me.

We sit in comfortable silence for the next half hour. Then I’m turning off onto a back road.

“You’re not bringing me out here to kill me, are you?” she asks, looking out the window.

“No,” I chuckle. “We might get off on your fear, but we’d never actually hurt you. I hope you know that.”

“I do.” She smiles.

I used to fear that if I ever got to have Nola the way I craved her,that I’d get so lost in the feeling of being inside her, that my darkness would take over, and I’d risk going too far.

Once I was put into that situation, I saw just how wrong I was.

I love her fear, her sobs, her tears. I’ve choked her until she passed out on my cock. But never did I think of ending her life, of allowing my darkness to take over. I’m always aware of her safety. And if I did ever slip up and really hurt her, I’d be the first one to put a bullet in my head.

“Is that a fire?” Nola asks, sitting up straighter, her attention on a flicker of light in the distance.

“It’s a bonfire.”

She turns to look at me. “You brought me to a bonfire?”

“No,” I snort out a laugh as I pull into the parking lot of the old abandoned racetrack.

I watch as her eyes light up, lips parting in surprise as she takes in the sights around us.

“I brought you to the race.”

Her head whips to the side, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I’m racing?”

“Fuck, no,” I grunt. “I’m not risking you crashing the car and killing us both. I’m racing.Butyou get to ride with me.”

“This is so cool!” Undoing her seatbelt, she crawls into my lap.

My hand grabs her hips, pulling her over and resting her over my hardening cock. She wraps her arms around my neck and grins down at me. “Wesley,” she whispers.

“Mhhmm,” I hum, gripping and massaging her ass.

She leans in, brushing her lips against mine. “I love you.”

My heart shudders in my chest. Never in my life have those three words ever hit me so hard. She’s said them before, says them all the time to the three of us, but it hits the same every time.

Closing my eyes, a possessive rumbling growl shakes my chest. Opening them, they’re heavy and filled with arousal, a hunger that I plan on fulfilling after I win tonight.

“Say it,” she whispers playfully. “Just once. For me.”

I narrow my eyes, but don’t say anything.

I love her. Hell, love doesn’t even describe the way I feel for her. But I don’t know how to say it.