Page 115 of Into the Woods
“Ugh.” I grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed—because apparently we had sides—and hit him in the face. “You know exactly which rumors. And I’m not judging at all. I bet it was… nice,” I finished lamely, my face heating.
“Nice?” Court echoed.
I let out a huffy breath. “Fine. I bet it was fucking amazing for whatever girl you and Linc had sandwiched between you.”
He gave a noncommittal sound.
“All I’m saying is that I’ll have to live out my menage and reverse harem fantasies through books, unless you’re cool with sharing,” I finished, unable to resist teasing him.
“Becca, I really need you to hear this,” he said, his voice gravelly and serious. “There’s no fucking way I’ll spend my life sharing you. I’m too goddamn possessive, and we both know it. You’re it for me.”
“And you’re it for me,” I insisted, reaching for his hand. “It’s a fantasy, Court. One that I am totally fine playing out in my dreams. I don’t need anyone but you.”
He leaned in, his forehead touching mine as our breaths mingled. He gave me a grin. “What other fantasies does your deviant mind have?”
I hesitated, feeling weird and vulnerable. “Are you making fun of me? I mean, I know I’m not experienced like you—”
He instantly sobered. “No. Becca, I’m not making fun of you. I’d never…” He exhaled hard. “Baby, I fucking love that I was your first, and I sure as shit plan on being your last.” His hand came up to trace the slope of my shoulder, his fingertips grazing down my arm. “I just want to make sure you’re getting what you need, and I don’t want to push you.”
“I don’t know what I need,” I admitted, still a little embarrassed. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try things.”
He gave a soft hum. “Such as?”
I bit my lip, pretty sure I was going to burst into flames and be incinerated on the spot.
Court tilted his head. “Okay, so we’ve already covered your threesome curiosity. Or foursome. Fivesome?”
I laughed a little. “It’s off the table. But for the record, I’m not sure of any woman who isn’t fictional being able to handle more than two dicks at a time, so my fantasy has always been limited to three people, including me.”
His eyes glittered with mirth. “So you wouldn’t object to toys?”
My breath caught.
“You know, in case I wanted to get a dildo to fill up your tight, little pussy while I’m fucking your throat?” His fingers ghosted across my neck.
I swallowed hard and shook my head. “Y-you want to do that?”
His gaze heated. “Sweetheart, the things I want to do to you are illegal in a lot of places.” He pulled me toward him. The blankets and sheets tangled between us as I awkwardly straddled him. A hand grabbed my bare butt. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass. As soon as we have the time, I’m going to start with a plug you’ll wear all goddamn day. We’ll work up to my cock fitting inside you.”
Rubber bands seemed to wrap around my chest, constricting my air. “Seriously?”
The corner of his mouth pulled up. “Hell yes.”
“What else?” I breathed, my gaze flicking to his lips.
He leaned in, kissing my jaw. “I think we’ve already established I have a thing for your ass, and I can’t wait to see it red and hot from me spanking it.”
I nodded with an appreciative moan, my hands coming up to loop around his shoulders. “Definitely interested in that.”
He smiled against my skin. “So spanking is good. How do you feel about being tied up?”
“Is this the part where you tell me you have a St. Andrew’s cross in your basement?” Please say yes.
He chuckled, the warm sound rolling between us. “No basement, but I do know of a few clubs with a private room I could reserve.”
“Private room?” I squeaked.
He drew back. “Or public, if that’s your thing.”