Page 86 of Into the Woods

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, wondering if this could get much worse.

The doorknob twisted then, and I realized that, yeah. It could get worse.

“Don’t fucking come in here!” I roared, making Becca jump under me. Her pussy rippled around my dick, and I ground my teeth together to keep still as she whimpered in pain.

There was a beat of silence, and I could picture my brothers on the other side of the door, debating whether or not to come in.

Becca shot me a scared look, but I had a feeling it was less about me defiling her perfect body and more the idea that my brothers might come spilling through the damn door any second like a pair of amateur detectives.

She opened her mouth and stunned the shit outta me when a throaty moan left her lips. “Oh, fuck, Court. Yeah. Right there.”

My eyes went wider—if that was even freaking possible—as I stared down at her. Was she…

“Uh… shit,” Bishop said quickly.

“Sorry,” Rook added. “We’ll just… yeah.”

I listened to the sound of them retreating and their bedroom door slamming shut. I had no doubt they were each reaching for a pair of noise-canceling earbuds.

Letting out a long breath, I glanced down at the woman in my arms. My fucking dream girl.

That I’d treated like a blowup doll.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, unable to stop myself from kissing her cheek. I tasted the salt of her tears and felt like an even bigger asshole. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“To be fair, I thought it would be okay,” she offered lamely.

I gave a frustrated huff. I wanted to kiss and strangle her at the same time. “Sweetheart.”

“Fine,” she huffed. “I was afraid you’d stop, and I didn’t want you to. I wanted this.”

I arched a brow. “You wanted your first time to hurt as much as humanly possible?”

“Okay, maybe not that,” she amended, “but I wanted to be with you, and for the first time in over a decade, it felt like we were us again.”

Sighing, I gave a slight shake of my head. “But you said you were…” I couldn’t finish the sentence without snarling. The idea of her with the three guys she’d claimed had been enough to send me into a dimension of pissed off that seemed solely reserved for anything Becca-related.

Her lashes dropped. “I lied.”

“Why the hell—”

“Because I didn’t want to seem like some little kid,” she snapped. “I mean, you’re you… Freaking sex god of Pacific Cross.”

I shot her a disbelieving look. “Seriously?”

“Do you know how many times I heard about the girls you’d slept with around school? Almost every girl on campus worships at the altar of your dick. Well, yours and Linc’s. There were even bets to see who could sleep with you two together.”

“I really don’t want to talk about my best friend while I’m in the middle of fucking you. In fact, new rule—we don’t talk about anyone else when my cock is inside you.” Grimacing, I looked down between our bodies to where my cock was still inside her. When she clenched around me, I let out an inhuman sound. “Don’t do that.”

“I don’t even know what I did,” she protested.

I closed my eyes, counting to five. “Okay, let me get off you and—”

“What? Hell, no!” Her eyes went wide.

My heart gave a painful squeeze. “I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible. I won’t hurt you anymore.”

“I don’t give a crap about that,” she replied. “I want this. I want you, Court. I’ve always wanted you. I can handle this.”

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