Page 100 of Into the Woods

That wasn’t an answer to my question, so I tried something else. “I think I’m going to go jerk off in the shower.”

“Sure.”

“Then I might hit up a sex club and let someone peg me,” I added.

She flicked her fingers in my direction. “Whatever you want.”

Chuckling, I shook my head and ambled over to stand in front of her. “Becca?”

“Yeah?”

I reached down and gently tugged on a corner of the device.

Her head snapped up, eyes flashing with warning. “Don’t touch the Kindle. Don’t ever touch the Kindle.”

I froze, my thumb and middle finger still holding the corner. “Uh.”

Her eyes narrowed, her tiny nose twitching. “There are two things in a girl’s life you don’t touch without permission—her body and her book.”

My brows lifted. “Noted. But what if I’m trying to get my girlfriend’s attention when she’s reading?”

She gave me a smirk. “Then you need to match or beat the energy of her book.”

“What’re you reading?”

The barest hint of a blush creeping across her soft cheeks gave me all the info I needed. I gave another yank, pulling the Kindle away.

“Court!” She tried to scramble off the couch but got tangled in the blanket. She fell back with an outraged squeak.

I looked down at the screen, only able to catch a glimpse before she lunged and grabbed the reader back. But I definitely saw the words dripping, pussy, and cocks.

Hold up.

“Baby, did that book say cocks? As in two?” I shot her an incredulous look as she cradled the Kindle to her chest like a kitten.

“Yes, cocks,” she retorted, lifting her chin even as crimson spread to her ears. “But there are three cocks, if you must know.”

“Okay, yeah,” I said. “Now I must know.”

She sighed. “It’s reverse harem omegaverse.”

I blinked. “I know what those words mean separately, but I’m not sure about throwing them all together.”

She turned off the screen and set her Kindle aside before glaring at me, hands on her hips. “Reverse harem.”

“Okay,” I said slowly.

“One girl. Multiple guys.”

“And you’re into that?” I’m not sure if this conversation was turning me on or concerning me.

“In fantasy? Sure. In real life, it sounds like a freaking nightmare,” she replied, making a face. “I mean, we’ve been together for less than twenty-four hours, and I already know that you’re more than enough for me to handle. I’d go nuts if I had to juggle the needs, wants, and moods of three guys.”

“Right. And what’s the other thing? Omegas and verse? Is that, like, poetry?”

Her gaze darted away. “Uh, no. One word, actually. Omegaverse. It’s a type of… fantasy.”

“Unless you have a secret hobbit fetish I missed,” I started, a grin spreading across my face as she kept her gaze averted, “I’m guessing it’s not the kind of fantasy Tolkien wrote.”

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