Page 85 of Into the Woods

His mouth tightened, and I got the feeling that he was embarrassed about the other women. “I’ve always used protection,” he admitted. “And I was tested before I came to Paris–we all get full workups before we go into the field.”

I exhaled hard in relief. “Do you… I mean, we don’t have to use a condom?” Why was I posing it like a question? Ugh, talk about unsexy.

An animalistic glint entered his eyes. “So, in a way, I’d be your first and you’d be mine,” he murmured, moving closer and dragging his cock through the wetness between my legs. “I’ll definitely be your last.”

The feel of his bare shaft rubbing against my core was perfection. This was everything I’d always wanted. This wasn’t just something physical—though the physical was pretty freaking great—but it was knowing Court and I were on the same page. That this insane attraction I’d battled wasn’t just one sided. That we could finally be together.

“Yes,” I breathed, accepting his declaration as truth.

I pushed back a tiny spark of alarm as he stood between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. The soft, blunt head of him pressed into me and my breath caught.

I could do this. I wanted to do this.

Court leaned down, one hand holding my hip as the other cradled my face like I was the most precious thing in the world. “This is how it always should’ve been, Becca,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “You always should’ve been mine.” His hips flexed and he surged inside of me, burying himself balls deep in one thrust.

The scream that tore from my lips wasn’t sexy. It wasn’t erotic. It was pure pain, because holy forking shitballs, I was pretty sure his cock had just split me in half.

Of all the ways I’d ever imagined dying, death by cock strangely hadn’t made the list.

Court froze above me, his body coiled tight with tension. He slowly dipped his head, eyes wide as he stared at me. “Becca?”

A tear tumbled down my cheek, the agony between my legs pulsing in waves. “Okay, I might’ve lied about how many guys I’ve been with.” My frame trembled, and it was all I could do not to shove him away.

“Fucking hell,” he swore, looking horrified. “How many guys have you been with?”

“Counting you?” My eyes slid shut, mortification heating my face. “One.”

CHAPTER 26

COURT

Holy shit. What had I done?

My cock gave a jerk, reminding me that I was still balls deep in the tightest pussy I’d ever had.

Because she was a fucking virgin. And I’d just rutted into her body like a goddamn psychopath.

“Becca,” I rasped, shaking my head like that could somehow make what she’d said less true. But I could see the pain making her jaw tight, the tears shimmering in her eyes. Her nails were gouging into my shoulders enough that I’d be shocked if I wasn’t bleeding.

Oh, fuck me.

Was she bleeding?

I started to pull out, only to stop when she winced. “Ouch—please don’t move. That makes it worse.”

I dropped my forehead to her chest for a beat, taking a breath and trying not to move a muscle. “Baby girl, why the hell didn’t you say something?”

“I—”

She was cut off by a frantic pounding at the door.

“What the fuck? We heard a scream,” Rook called.

“Bex, are you okay?” Bishop demanded.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, more tears falling as she twisted her neck to look upside down at the door across the room. Panic filled her eyes. “We’re fine!”

“We heard you scream,” Bishop pointed out again. “Bex, if you’re hurt—”

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