Page 43 of No Small Sin

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

TK

Iopened my eyes, blinking against the morning sun beaming in through the windows, and realized I must have fallen asleep on the recliner in the living area last night. We’d snuggled up in the massive chair together, the low sound of a horror movie playing in the background as we shared a little pillow talk about our days before nodding off.

I readjusted the blanket around me and saw Beck curled up on the couch with a mug of steaming coffee in his hand. His eyes were glued to the pages of a book, so lost in it that he hadn't noticed I’d woken up.

Mybook.

Mysmutty WHY CHOOSEnovella.

I popped up so fucking fast and rushed over to him, trying to wrench it from his grip, but he shifted away and pulled me down onto his lap, trapping me in his iron embrace with one arm while the other continued to hold the book up in front of his face as he read.

I squirmed in his grip. “Pleeeeeaaase stop reading that! Why were you in my bag!?”

“Why would I stop reading it? This is good stuff. I just saw it lying on the top and thought I would read what you were reading so we’d have something to talk about.”

Well… when he put it that way. But… “It’sembarrassing,that’s why!”

“Their cocks sawed in and out of me in alternating thrusts, both stretching me gloriously…” he read aloud.

I squirmed harder, but he didn’t relent. “Beck! Stop!”

Thankgodhe didn’t find the potato shifter book I’d stuffed down into the bottom of my bag.

“Youstop,” he gave me a squeeze. “Stop fucking wiggling. I’m not trying to embarrass you. I genuinely like this book. It gives me ideas for whatyoumight like too.” He smirked.

I gave up fighting against his hold. “What, now you’re going to invite one of your buddies into the bedroom just because of the kind of books I like to read?”

He dropped the book to the floor and settled me on his lap more comfortably. “Fuck no.” He kissed me on the nose. “I think I’ve already shown you that I’m more than capable of filling you up and ‘stretching you gloriously’without anyone else’s assistance. I can also alternate thrusts next time if you want.”

Fuck.

“Also, I don’t havebuddies. So don’t get any ideas unless you’re interested in seeing me slit some dude’s throat and forcing you to watch him bleed out.” My eyes scanned eagerly over his face as he met my gaze. His mouth curved into a knowing smile. “Ofcourse,you’re interested in that.”

Truthfully, I wasn’t. But his possessiveness really did it for me.

“Tell me what it is you actually like about this book,” he insisted. “Aside from the double dick.”

“Triple dick,” I corrected. “Keep reading.” His eyes bore into me. I loved pushing his buttons. “I guess I just really like the idea of being so loved and cared for that three whole humans would make me the center of their attention like that.” I wrinkled my nose. That probably sounded pretty desperate, but it was true so whatever. “I can’t even fathom being so lovable.”

He nodded. Leaning back and crossing his arms, he looked at me thoughtfully. The warmth in his gaze made me feel squirmy again. “You are,” he said without hesitation. “You sucked me right into your orbit from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. But… I don’t play well with others and I’m not willing to share so, tough shit.”

I was floored by his words and totally unsure how to respond. “I guess I could settle for just one dick,” I offered, nonchalantly.

He tickled me then, and it was so out of character for him that I couldn’t do anything but take it and laugh.

I squealed and slapped at him, but he was relentless. I laughed until my sides ached and when he finally let go, we were both breathless and even he was giggling — it was contagious, and so different from anything I'd heard from him before.

I was helplessly in love with this unexpected show of playfulness.

“What else do you like to read?” he asked me.

“A lot of things,” I replied. “Mostly romance or anything feel-good. I read as an escape. The world is so fucked at times. It’s nice to just have something you can turn to and know it’s going to bring you a small amount of joy, regardless of what’s happening everywhere else.”

I continued for a bit, explaining my favorite tropes and why I liked each of them. I told him about my favorite books and authors, and how I enjoyed a mix of beautiful prose and filthy smut because it was a nice juxtaposition and they truly complemented one another well. Those things made the perfect romance. But a lot of times I also just liked to read things that were simply written and humorous.

But still smutty, of course.

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