Page 21 of Psycho
Lucas studied August’s face. “What about after the coffee shop conversation?”
“After?” August enquired.
“Yeah, what I saw had nothing to do with coffee.”
August tilted his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lip. “What did you see?”
Lucas almost lied but then decided he didn’t want any lies between them. “You. On your knees. For me.”
August swallowed hard. “Like last night?”
Lucas shook his head. “Definitely not.”
“Oh.” August didn’t sound embarrassed when he asked, “Did you like it? Me on my knees…for you?”
“Yes,” Lucas said, his cock once more hardening behind his zipper. “Too much.”
August moved closer until their knees slotted together. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered.
Lucas shook his head, though he didn’t know why.
“Why not?”
“Because this is a bad idea. I just got out of a mental health facility. I’m being stalked by a maniac. I’ve lost everything. I can’t think of a worse time to try to have a relationship.”
“Oh,” August said, seemingly running that through his big brain. “Then will you kiss me?” he asked, his voice low.
“You’re not going away, are you?” Lucas pressed.
August met his gaze. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because some part of me chose you and now, I can’t let you go. Don’t ask me to explain the way my brain works.”
Lucas should have been horrified. A psychopath had just told him he’d claimed him as his own. Instead, Lucas reached up and cupped August’s face. “This doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship,” he said.
“What doesn—”
Lucas crashed their mouths together, lightning exploding in his veins as August yielded instantly, melting against him. His submission made Lucas bolder, his tongue darting inside to explore. August’s hands flailed, then caught in Lucas’s shirt. He did catch flashes of August’s thoughts, but there was nothing distasteful about them. Just more of what he’d seen earlier. Flashes of naked flesh and panting breaths and August saying his name like a plea.
“Fuck.”
He ripped his mouth from August’s and gripped his knees, yanking hard enough to get him beneath him, blanketing his weight on top before delving back in to kiss him once more. August spread his legs, letting Lucas settle between his thighs, both groaning when their bodies collided, both of them hard.
This wasn’t at all what Lucas had intended. Hell, he hadn’t intended anything but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop. He’d thought August might be a fling. A dangerous impulse thing he could look back on and marvel at, but he’d never imagined somebody like August would want anything long term. Lucas wasn’t even sure he’d be alive in six months.
Still, he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He liked August beneath him, the way he was rolling his hips against Lucas’s, the tiny hitched breaths he expelled every time Lucas did something he liked.
Lucas had never just made out with somebody before. Not ever. Not even in high school. And he was suddenly realizing what he’d been missing. He tore his lips away to explore August’s jaw, his earlobe, the corded tendon of his neck.
“We should stop,” he said, even as his hands untucked August’s shirt, pushing it up so he could thread his fingers through the springy curls that covered his chest and belly.
“Okay,” August panted, catching Lucas’s mouth in another dirty kiss.
Lucas ground himself against August’s rocking hips, almost positive he could come just from the heat and friction and the feel of August’s lips beneath his. But they couldn’t. This was Lucas’s first day of work. August was a stranger…and a co-worker…and a psychopath, who wanted to mate with Lucas for life.
Lucas launched himself off August, forcing himself all the way back against the far end of the couch. “Seriously. We’re at school. We both have classes starting in fifteen minutes.”
