Page 128 of Psycho

I wanted to come so badly.

He pulled away at the last minute, and I nearly cried.

I shook my head, breathing hard.

Micah was in a similar state I was in, but he seemed to have better discipline than me because he said, “Go inside, sweetheart. My control is tenuous right now, and if you don’t go in, I will fucking carry you in, and I’ll do what I have wanted to do for a while now and fuck you hard.”

I swallowed, my breath coming out in broken pants.

I didn’t want him to have any control, but the alternative was to be fucked…hard…

The image was almost too much to bear, and I didn’t want that… did I?

I shot him one last look before reaching down for my backpack and pulling away from him.

We climbed out of the truck at the same time, hesitating when we were about three feet away from each other by the hood.

I blinked and turned away from him first, walking to the front door while he moved to the detached garage by the property.

I had the front door closed behind me just as I heard his bike starting, and then he was off, leaving me at home alone. I leaned my back against the door and looked around.

When the hell did I start to think of this as home?

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It wasn’tuntil I got into the bedroom later that night that I finally noticed it.

I had spent most of the day in the living room, watching a movie while eating and doing my homework before I turned in early for the night.

And on the floor of the bedroom by the bed were…

Gifts.

Expensive gifts judging by the name on some of these shopping bags.

The thought of Micah going out and buying all of this for me was laughable.

I shook my head. No, he probably had someone do it for him, but who?

I decided I didn’t want to know, nor did I ever want to meet the person who had done it, because in some of the bags were of the most raciest outfits I had ever laid eyes on, from a small dress that wouldn’t even reach mid-thigh, to small crop tops that I was sure would show the bottom of my breast, and even—I blushed—teddies.

At the bottom of one of the bags was a note.

I read it and smiled a little.

If you don’t want some fucker to go blind for looking at what’s mine, remember, this is for my eyes only.

I rolled my eyes.

If he didn’t want me to wear them in public, he shouldn’t have bought them for me.

Although, even if he didn’t give me this note, I doubted I would ever be brave enough to wear these out in public.

But I wondered how he thought I might be comfortable wearing these in front of him?

He had seen me naked, but something about wearing thesespecificallyfor him felt so much more… dangerous.

I shook my head and took in all of them.

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