Page 103 of Into the Woods

A startled cry fell from her lips, and she convulsed around me, her inner walls milking my cock hard enough that my vision blurred from the effort to hold back my own release. She jerked and bucked on my cock, her movements now wholly uncoordinated.

She collapsed, her head dropping to my shoulder, and that was my cue.

My hands tightened on her skin as I fucked into her from below, unleashing everything I’d wanted to since I’d felt her tongue on my cock. I chased my own release like a man possessed, barely aware of her cunt fluttering around me yet again as I railed her.

Lightning shot down my spine, my balls drawing up as I pressed myself into her once more. My cock jerked, my release painting her insides. I was vaguely aware of her gasping through another orgasm above me.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, sounding like she’d run a marathon.

My heart thudded in my chest, my pulse pounding as I turned my head and found her lips. I coaxed them open with a slow kiss, savoring the taste of her on my tongue as she melted against me.

I smoothed a hand up and down her spine, feeling her muscles going slack as we caught our breath.

“Court?” she whispered, breaking the stillness.

“Yeah?”

She lifted her head. “We’re going to get through this, right?”

The uncertainty in her voice cracked something in my chest. “Yeah, baby. We’re going to get through this. I promise.”

I’d never meant anything more in my entire life. No matter what happened tomorrow or next week or in the next decade, Becca was mine. Mine to protect, mine to adore, mine to love.

And I’d do whatever it took to keep her.

CHAPTER 31

BEX

My hands trembled as the car turned down my grandparents’ street. I’d sent them and my mother a quick text that I’d be home tonight, and I’d rehearsed the cover story in my head and out loud with Court several times.

Thinking of Court had me pressing my fingers to my lips. I could swear they still tingled from when he’d kissed me before I’d left him at the airport.

Just in case Eric was extra-suspicious, Rook had come up with the plan to deliver me quietly to the airport an hour before my “flight” was scheduled to arrive. Obviously I wasn’t on said flight, but Ash had worked his magic and made it look like I was. I’d ordered a private car from the service my grandparents always used to take me home.

My stomach had started knotting the second I’d left Court’s side and disappeared into the travelers in the airport, wheeling a suitcase filled with the stuff I’d taken to the hotel only a few nights before. Well, all of my stuff plus Court’s hoodie, which I’d stolen.

So much had changed in such a short amount of time, and sitting alone in the car gave me nothing to do but remember and think.

Remember all the ways Court had fucked me through the night and morning.

Remember the desperate way he’d kissed me, his eyes promising that if I said the word, he’d take me and run.

Remember the way his eyes seemed to glow when he told me he loved me.

And think about what the hell I’d gotten myself into.

I’d texted Eric when I’d gotten into the car, but he’d been oddly silent. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I was exhausted; I’d barely slept the night before, thanks to Court. Okay, thanks to me, too. Now that I knew what it was like to be with him, I couldn’t imagine going back. I’d spent two nights in his arms, and I’d need at least two lifetimes with him before I’d get enough.

It was taking everything in me not to call Court now. I needed to hear his voice, but the burner phone that Bishop had given me to contact them was stowed safely in the lining of my suitcase. I thought it was overkill, but the guys all seemed to think it was necessary.

As the car turned up the half-circle drive, I peered at my grandparents’ estate with trepidation. I loved their house. It had always felt like home to me, but at that moment, all I wanted was Court and our room at the hotel.

The driver put the car in park, and I waited for him to come around and open my door. I slid off the bench seat and stood up as he moved to the trunk and pulled out my bags.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

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