Page 90 of Into the Woods

I was about to beg him to move when I felt his fingers probe at my tight ring of muscle. He spit against the rosette of my ass, and the contact of the hot liquid made me jerk. It was dirty and amazing. Using my own arousal and his saliva as a lubricant, he slowly worked a finger into my ass. A whole different set of nerve endings lit up.

“Fuck me, your ass is so goddamn tight,” he muttered, rolling his hips into me as his finger thrust in and out of my back hole, slowly stretching me open. “Let me in, Becca.”

I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut against the onslaught of sensations. It was almost too much. My toes curled, the arches of my feet cramping. “Oh, God, yes. Like that.”

He added a second finger to my ass, and I wasn’t sure I could handle a third. It felt so good. So freaking right.

“Court, please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” he said, his free hand going to my hip and holding me as he increased his tempo. His hips pistoned against me, his balls slapping my pussy with each thrust, hitting my g-spot and making my core spasm

Breathing became a struggle as my entire being devolved into pleasure. It wasn’t quite enough, though. I wiggled a hand between myself and the mattress until I was able to rub my clit.

Court gave a groan. “Fuck, yes, baby. Touch yourself. Come for me, sweetheart.” He managed to add a third finger, his cock hitting me just right as I frantically rubbed the bundle of nerves between my legs.

The orgasm barreled into me like a freight train, decimating me. My legs gave out, and only Court’s strong hold on my hip kept me from collapsing. My hips jerked erratically as I came hard enough to see little sparkles of light dance across my vision.

“Shit, yes,” Court hissed, his grip on my hip turning bruising as his cock surged inside me with his release. When he finished, he let me fall onto the bed, awkwardly splaying out with my head to one side. I puffed out a breath to dislodge strands of hair from my eyes.

“Holy shit, baby,” he panted, dropping onto his back beside me, his chest heaving. He turned and looked at me, awe in his eyes. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

I lowered my gaze, suddenly bashful once more. “Uh, just something I read in a book.”

“Remind me to buy you a gift card to the bookstore,” he told me. “Fuck it. I’ll just give you my credit card. Get whatever you want.”

“You didn’t think it was… weird?” I’d always hidden the covers I bought on my e-reader by keeping the books organized by list, and the majority of the books on my shelves had discreet covers.

“Fuck no,” he retorted, turning to look at me. He reached over and tucked some hair over my shoulder as he rolled to his side and kissed me. “If you’d asked me to dress up in a chicken costume and spank you with a drumstick from KFC, that might’ve been weird.”

I cackled at the image.

“But I still would’ve done it,” he finished. “Fuck, Becca, I’d do anything for you. I…”

My heart skipped a beat. “You what?”

He looked away before muttering something that sounded a lot like, “Fuck it.” He focused his intense gaze on me, his hand cupping the back of my head. “I love you, Becca.”

I gasped audibly. “You what?”

He shook his head, his lips set in a stubborn line. “Don’t tell me it’s too soon or I’ll change my mind—I’ve been in love with you for months, Becca. Maybe my whole goddamn life. I spent too much time being a little bitch and trying to stay away from you because I thought it was what was best for you.”

“And now?” I watched him closely.

“I’m done fighting this. Us. Call it destiny or fate or dumb fucking luck, but you were always meant to be with me,” he replied, his fingers tangling in my hair.

“Court…” I didn’t know what to say to that. What to do. My gut told me to throw myself into his arms and declare I loved him, too, because I did.

But admitting that would give him even more power over me, and my brain wasn’t ready to make the leap my heart was. I’d been hurt by this man too many times to blindly jump and expect him to catch me.

“Don’t say it,” he murmured, like he sensed my hesitation. “I haven’t earned it yet.”

He leaned in and kissed me. “But I will.”

CHAPTER 28

BEX

I leaned my head against the edge of the claw-foot bathtub, hot water soaking away the aches from the night before. Okay, and from the morning too. Grinning to myself, I sank deeper into the water, letting my chin brush the surface as the bathroom door opened.

---