Page 177 of Psycho

The fucker grinned at me, confirming what I had suspected.

He knew all along.

“Yeah, I’ll pull Brody out.”

Dominic patted my back. “Okay. Then do what you need to do, and win the fucking fight.”

I would win the fight.

And that was all there was to it.

I took in the three men I trusted the most in the world before I walked out the door, heading home to Lainey and doing what I needed to do.

There had been a moment of hesitation as I thought about how I would go about it, but the more I imagined my mark on her permanently, knowing that by the end of this day, there would be no doubt as to who she belonged to… who I belonged to, and the hesitation disappeared.

In its place was only anticipation.

Lainey Reyes would belong to me, and only me.

28

LAINEY

I shiftedawake when I felt Micah pull down my panties. I didn’t open my eyes, and I didn’t stop him.

I had a feeling this was Micah’s favorite way to start the day—to wake me up.

I shouldn’t even be surprised by this anymore.

Wetness flooded my pussy as I felt the cool air over my center.

I could still feel him inside me.

I had felt him all night, and I didn’t know if that was normal, to still feel him leaking out of me after so many hours since he had finished inside me.

I shivered at the thought and felt Micah still, his fingers pausing in their exploration of my bare skin.

Then he moved again, lifting the shirt I was wearing up and letting it rest against the curve of my neck.

He spread my legs out and sat in between them.

I let out a small, harsh exhale when I felt him press his thumb against me and start to move over the folds.

“Look at how fucking beautiful you are,” he said, his voice clear. I wondered if he had even gone to bed last night. I’d woken up at around three in the morning to find his side of the bed empty and cold. I tried to stay up and wait for him to come home, but exhaustion from the events of the night before and of the way he had taken me was just too strong.

I ended up falling back asleep after that, and now it was early in the morning.

I didn’t know what time it was, though.

And he was dressed. Black long sleeve t-shirt that showed off his huge, muscular frame, dark jeans, and his hair was slightly damp.

He smelled fresh.

Like the outdoors.

I wondered where he went that he felt the need to shower so early in the morning before returning to me…

Yeah, I decided then, I didn’t want to know.

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