Psycho (Necessary Evils, #2)

by Onley James

August flounced back onto the bed. “I can’t kiss you or touch you or take you to breakfast? You’re taking all the fun out of this sleepover.” Lucas chuckled. “Then go break into another man’s home.”

“Shut up. You’ve never had a relationship with anything that didn’t have an alcohol percentage on the label.” “Touché,” Archer said, raising his glass in a mock salute.

August had been stabbed more than once, shot in the thigh, had once even had a shuriken embedded into his shoulder thanks to Atticus’s terrible aim. But having Lucas right there, inches from his face, fingers working in and out of his tight hole, while August could do nothing? That was true torture.