Page 30 of Psycho
August seemed in no hurry, watching as he worked himself deeper into Lucas’s mouth with each slow roll of his hips. “Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful. Can you take more?”
Lucas didn’t answer, just swallowed him down, shivering as August groaned, one hand tightening in his hair and the other gripping the headboard. Lucas’s cock was trying so hard to rally as he watched August watch him, his ab muscles contracting with each thrust, his lips parted, eyes rolling as he fucked his mouth.
“I’m close,” August rumbled, his hips moving faster, his breathing heavier, and then suddenly, he was pulling free, his cum splashing over Lucas’s lips and face. August still loomed over him, sucking in breaths. After a minute, he reached down, that same feral gleam in his eye as he slid his fingers through the mess on Lucas’s face, pushing it between his lips with his fingers. Lucas sucked his cum from his fingers, laughing when August tried to clean up his face by wiping his palms across it. August laughed too before shifting so he could kiss him long and deep, then inexplicably dropped a kiss on his forehead.
“You okay?” he finally asked when they were side by side.
Lucas thought about it for a minute. “Yeah, actually. Better than okay. And you didn’t even kill me or anything.”
August’s smile faded. “Not yet.”
“Did you say all of your brothers are psychopaths?”
They were back in Lucas’s bed after a brief shower. August lay on his back, sheets wrapped around his legs. Lucas laid across the bed, his head resting on August’s stomach while he contented himself with trailing his fingers around Lucas’s hairline.
“No, I intimated that they are. Which would infuriate my brother, Atticus, who thinks you’re just out to prove we’re all killers so you can take us out in some epic sting operation.”
Lucas rolled towards him. “I’ve known you two days, hardly enough time to set up surveillance or any kinds of bugs, especially since I’m no longer an FBI agent. I’m a former FBI agent who had a mental breakdown and accused his co-worker of being a serial killer.”
That’s right. The man who had hurt Lucas so bad he woke up screaming every night. “We’re going to have to talk about that.”
“First, I think I deserve to know what you meant by being the weirdest psychopath in a family of psychopaths.”
August sighed, trailing his knuckles along Lucas’s cheek. “I’ll tell you everything. But if you betray me, there’s going to be a lot of blood on your hands.”
Lucas sat up, looking August in the eye. “Are you threatening to kill me?”
August swayed into his space, catching his mouth in a kiss that lingered. “No. I’m threatening to kill them. You’re mine, whether you know it yet or not. But if you tell the world who we are…what we do…you’ll ruin years of my father’s hard work and my brothers will want your head. Don’t make me kill my family to protect you.”
“I’ve heard of love at first sight, but this is a little intense.”
August kissed him once more. “I don’t love you. I can’t. You know that. You’re choosing to ignore years of training because you haven’t felt anything in so long and whatever this is between us is better than feeling numb. I imagine, a year ago, things between us would have been much more…complicated.”
“Which one of us is the profiler?” Lucas asked, a sadness seeping into his tone.
“I’m not profiling you. But I see you. Hell, since I saw you walk across the quad, all I see is you. And I know that’s a lot. Noah said it’s a lot for people who aren’t like us.”
“Is Noah one of your brothers?”
“No, he’s my brother’s boyfriend. He and my father are the outliers. The two sane men in a sea of psychopaths. Noah loves my brother even though my brother can’t love him. But Noah had nobody, nothing, and my brother’s protection and possessiveness were enough for him, even knowing my brother couldn’t love him. Whatever they have is all consuming. I want that, too, with you. But you’re not Noah and I’m not Adam.”
“No, I’m not. I have no idea what this is. Maybe I am playing with fire just to feel something. Does that change anything? You still kill people and I’m still crazy. I’m not going to tell your secret. Like you said, nobody would believe me anyway. But you need to understand, being with me comes with its own hazards. Kohn will come for me. He’s just playing with me.”
Something exploded behind August’s ribs, a white hot rage that licked through his veins at the thought of anybody attempting to harm Lucas.
He pressed his forehead to August’s. “It’s not worth losing your mind over. He’s coming for me either way.”
“Start at the beginning,” August said, his voice a low rumble.
Lucas sighed, then returned to using August’s belly as a pillow. “I met him four years ago. Special Agent Laurence Kohn.”
August brought his knee up until his heel was flat on the mattress, and Lucas’s fingers began to trail along the underside of his thigh, like he was trying to soothe August’s fury. “Was he a partner or something?”
Lucas shook his head. “He was a field agent. I was a criminal psychologist. We only crossed paths because I happened to be in New Mexico giving a talk on profiling. An officer with the tribal police reached out to me about a case they had, and asked if he could pick my brain about it.”
“Did that happen a lot?”
Lucas shrugged. “I have a reputation within the bureau. There were rumors about me touching evidence, wanting to see crime scenes. Shit grunts like me didn’t do. Because of this, people tend to seek me out. This man was no exception.”
