Page 121 of Fall Over You

I squeeze his hand. “You are my only one. I don’t want to share you.” I rise on my toes and loop my arms around his neck. “With anyone.”

“Thank fuck,” he breathes.

We sink into a hot, wet kiss and I squeak when he lifts me by my ass, his mouth trailing down my neck.

“But I do miss getting double dicked.”

Tyler freezes at my words, jerkily pulling back so he can look at me. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I don’t . . . want to deprive you of something you want, Becca.”

I wiggle to get him to set me back on the floor, and his hands come to rest on my waist. “Come with me. I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

I lead him by the hand to my room and turn on a lamp. Tyler sets the baby monitor on my dresser and looks behind the door like he’s expecting someone to pop out of there. “Who?”

I smirk as I slide open my nightstand drawer. One by one, I pull out my collection of sex toys: a wand vibrator, one with clit suction, a standard bullet, a butt plug that makes him groan and rub the front of his jeans, and finally, a nice eight-inch dildo.

He rubs a hand over his face and laughs, almost hysterically. “I really thought somebody was going to be sitting in here. I thought I was going to be sick.”

“That bad, huh?”

He lifts one hand and flaps his jaw. “I just want to be enough for you. You mean so much to me, but the more I think about it, I can’t do that. Not with you. And I think I’ve always known that.”

I shake my head. “You don’t have to.”

“But . . . did you with Stone?”

“Share people?” I ask.

Tyler raises his eyebrows. “People?”

I nod. “It was usually another guy, but one time it was a woman. He got really insecure about it, and that’s what ended us.”

Tyler draws in a breath and nods. “That explains the dumbass comment he made the night we got engaged.”

I blow a raspberry. “I don’t want to know. Can we not talk about him anymore? I mean, if there’s anything you want to know, I’m an open book, but he’s out of my life for a reason. A lot of reasons.”

Tyler steps to my side and wraps his arms around me. “Yeah. Of course. I’m not worried about Stone.”

I crane my neck to look up at him and tap his nose. “You’re the only one who matters.”

Tyler grins into a kiss, which we finish with a tight hug. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too. Big time.”

With another peck, he turns to look over the toy collection on the bed. “So. Which is your favorite?”

I tip my head from side to side. “They all have their merits.”

He twists his lips, thinking. “And you miss getting double dicked.”

“Uh huh,” I agree. I want him to make the choices here, because I’m comfortable with any of them. If he chooses, he’ll be comfortable.

He picks up the dildo, testing its weight in his hand. He leans to make sure Ellie is still asleep on the baby monitor, which she is. “I think I’m feeling pretty damn creative. And I think you might need some payback for making me crawl at the Rossetti farm.”

I can’t stop smiling, wiggling my shoulders. “We value creativity here at Becca’s Peckers.”

“I’m a little nervous,” he admits.

“I think whatever you come up with is going to be great. Just like all the other times, we stop whenever one of us needs a break.”