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Usually get the job done? He’s not getting her off? It hits Psycho that she didn’t come when he went down on her like she normally does. Fuck me in the ass with a cactus. “Baby, I love you.”

“A man doesn’t need to be in love to have sex. I’ve seen what some of those guys do with bunnies.”

“When do I seem preoccupied? When haven’t I finished the job?”

“Tonight.”

Sitting up, he tries to think where he fell short. “Lacey, I don’t... you didn’t get off? You faked it?”

Lacey blushes, and she won’t make eye contact with him. “No, I did. It was when you were between my legs that I felt you disappear on me. You have these moments where you drift off somewhere else, and it’s like you forget about me. The naked woman lying under you. I try and tell myself it’s not another woman or wishing we were doing something different, but it’s really difficult, Carson. It’s really difficult not to believe it’s me. That I’m not enough for you anymore.”

Fucking motherfucker. “Lacey, I’ve never gotten into bed with anyone since I met you. Even when we were apart and hiding you from my family. Never once. You’re it for me. I swear, it’s not you. And I’m not wishing anything different with us or thinking about anyone else. When I’m around you, there is no one else.”

“You don’t tell me what you’re thinking, and you forget that I know when you’re distracted. What else am I supposed to think?”

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

Squeezing her eyes shut, Psycho knows she’s trying not to cry, and he hates himself. “Because I’m scared of the answer. You normally tell me everything, so if you weren’t sharing, I assumed it wasn’t something you wanted me to know. And no matter what happens with us, I know you would do anything to avoid hurting me intentionally.”

“Lacey, look at me.” She looks at him with watery eyes, and he feels like the biggest jackass. “I can’t necessarily speak specifics outside of tonight, but any of those times are because of this shit with the Slashers. You calm me in a way no one else can, and I think it clears the chaos and gives me the clarity to stop this bullshit we have going on.”

“What was it tonight?”

Laying back onto the bed, he pulls her into his arms and sighs. “I forgot to turn off the light and only use the bedside lamp.”

“What do you mean?”

His fingers trace the scars on her belly along her pelvic bone. “These distracted me.”

Her eyes close, and she places her hand on his. “Carson-”

“I hate that you were ever hurt, Lace. I... I can’t stand it. I started thinking about your father and how I hope he’s in a terribly painful decline. How I hope he sees no mercy because of what he caused. That’s where I went tonight.”

“I wish you didn’t see them anymore,” she whispers. “I forget they’re there, and I wish you did, too.”

“He hurt you. I’ll never forget someone hurt you. I’ll never forget, and I’ll never forgive. Ever. I just wish you would’ve called me out on all this before. No one but you, Lacey. Never, ever. All I need and want is you.”

Flipping over, she climbs to lay on him, her head on his chest. “I really was scared I might be losing you. If I ever lost you, I don’t think I’d make it. I love you more than anything in this world, and losing you... I got scared, Carson.”

“You’re my solace, baby. The one thing on this earth that makes me feel grounded and at ease. Fuck, I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry. You will never lose me. Nothing could ever make that happen.”

Needing her again, he moves onto his side, lifts her leg over his hip, and she gives no resistance as he slides into her. Her hips shift with his as he makes love to her, and for the first time, she looks into his eyes without being told.

“Fuck, I love you,” he groans and kisses her.

And just like that, Lacey makes everything in Psycho’s world that much better.

Chapter Three

Griffin’s Beach

Jennings

Jennings hears someone storm into the Griffin’s Beach clubhouse, and Psycho appears as he slams the Chapel door behind him. Apparently, the man has finally figured out the struggle of being a President in the club, but the look on his face tells Jennings it’s more than just Presidential struggles. No, something else happened.

“Motherfuckers hit my house.”

Tilting his head, Jennings frowns. “I know.”

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