Page 12 of Deranged (Killers Inc. #3)

Damn. He really hadn’t known a person could feel so much happiness. For the first time in his life, Henry felt like he saw a future.

Field couldn’t stop staring at the ring on his finger.

Henry had gone to make sure everyone was on their rounds and had shown up at shift change.

Field sat on the edge of his bed and tried not to think about what he had doomed Henry to.

He hadn’t told anyone. Not that Field had seen anyone since Henry slipped a ring on his finger.

Field wanted to be ecstatic. In a lot of ways, he was.

Henry had said he loved Field. That was absolutely wild.

Since the first time Field saw Henry, he had been obsessed.

Not once did he honestly think he would end up here.

No one in their right mind would want Field.

Henry must be nuts. Field wasn’t dumb, though.

He wouldn’t let Henry get away. Field was just scared shitless he would destroy everything.

After all, that was what he was programmed to do.

The bedroom door opened. Henry strolled in, looking sexy as fuck.

A hint of guilt hit Field. Henry had this amazing home, and he spent every night with Field in his tiny bedroom.

He wondered how long Henry would tolerate Field’s cowardice.

Field had to stay near someone who knew how to get through to him when an episode hit.

He had been lucky enough for Henry not to witness one since the night before their first night together.

It had been months since he suffered that big of a setback.

Field felt it coming, though. If Austen hadn’t drugged him last night, it likely would have been a bad night.

He was scared to go to sleep now. Field didn’t want to ruin them.

Henry looked entirely too serious as he crossed the room. He straddled Field and toppled him backward. “Let me see that ring finger.”

Field dutifully held up his left hand.

Henry kissed the ring Field wore before moving to lick the inside of Field’s wrist.

Damn. Henry made him feel… safe. He hadn’t truly put a label on his many emotions since Henry took over his life, but he saw it all now.

Henry made him feel like he was someone different.

He was just some normal guy with a strong, protective lover.

Field got to forget himself and live in the moment.

He felt the way he imagined he would if he had grown up as part of everyday society and then met Henry.

Henry let him clear his mind and just love.

Life was beautiful in moments just like this.

Henry’s lips moved from Field’s wrist to the soft part at the bend of his arm. He kept going until he made it to Field’s shoulder. Only after he nibbled Field’s neck did he finally move to Field’s mouth. His heart overflowed.

“I love you.” Field whispered the words between kisses. They were out there now, and he couldn’t stop them from bursting from his heart.

Henry went to work, peeling off Field’s shirt. “I love you too.”

Field tried to keep his mind clear every time he was unclothed in front of Henry. He knew Henry already knew what he looked like and wanted him anyway. It was mental. He had a hard time pretending to be healed when the past was on display.

“So fucking beautiful.” The lust in Henry’s expression said he believed those words. He truly felt that way. Field fought the urge to joke about his eyesight.

Instead, a different humor popped out in his discomfort. “Tit for tat. Show me that luscious body, stud.”

Henry chuckled as he peeled off his shirt. “I swear no one makes me feel the way you do.”

“Damn. I hope not. We’re getting married.”

Henry went to work, sliding Field’s workout shorts and underwear down his hips. “You’ll never have anything to worry about. I’m addicted to you.”

That was it. That was the description Field could never find. He was completely addicted to this feeling when they were together. Field craved this happiness and normalcy all hours of the day. He ached for the love and acceptance. Henry didn’t have anything to worry about either. Field was hooked.

Henry had them undressed in no time. He forced his mind to be still.

Field had stopped trying to keep up with staying even a long time ago.

That was when he had known he was in love.

He forgot to pay attention to being in Henry’s debt.

That was a level of trust he had never given a soul, and it had happened when Field wasn’t looking. He couldn’t lose this.

Henry massaged Field’s cock, soaking him from root to tip with lube. When he sat on Field’s dick, Field’s breath stuttered. Everything felt good. He didn’t beg for pain or want it. This was where the real him lived. There was so much freedom in Henry’s arms.

Field lifted his hips and stroked Henry’s erection.

He stayed fully in the moment. Only happy and heated thoughts lived there.

Henry’s dark, intense expression, as he held Field’s stare and bounced on his cock, had Field fighting not to come and disappoint Henry.

It felt too good inside Henry. The experience was too powerful.

He worked harder to get Henry off before he lost control.

Field wanted to grab Henry’s hips, hold him in place, and pound his ass, taking what he wanted.

Love made him need to please Henry first.

“You’re killing me. I need to come so bad.”

Henry tilted his chin up and visibly strained toward the edge at Field’s claim.

The vision was almost too much. His orgasm was right there.

Back when he had been teasing Henry, Field never dreamed Henry would be the type to give him this control.

He was certain Henry would kill anyone who thought they’d get inside him.

Yet Henry always rode his dick like he couldn’t get enough.

Field choked on his emotions at the thought of how much Henry gave him.

Then Henry came, blowing cum all over him, and all Field could do was gasp for air.

The way Henry’s body tried breaking him had Field going blind.

He couldn’t see or hear. All that existed was pure ecstasy.

He didn’t think he even made a sound. Everything he had was caught in the paralysis of his powerful orgasm.

The way his dick felt, pumping Henry full of cum, was all that existed. In his bliss, he was free.

Henry’s tongue was in his mouth and reality came back to him.

He couldn’t get enough of their kisses. Love poured through every moment.

They were alone in the world of beauty they had created.

He would die for this. Kill for it. He would choose Henry every time and they would get married.

Maybe one day he’d wake up and this was all he would feel.

That dream kept him breathing. Henry was the reason he lived.