Page 2 of Kiss Me Honey Honey (To Love a Psycho #2)

Chapter one

Sorry I’m Late, I Didn’t Want to Come

That saying, a watched clock never ticks? Wrong.

It ticked. Ticked way too fucking much. Tick. Tock. Round the clock. Every damn second, each tick louder than the last, a jagged pulse pounding in Aaron’s ears. Tick. Tock . Every hour dragging him through a relentless cycle of torment, a churn of anticipation merging into frustration. This last hour, though, raced, spiralling him into the realisation that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He’d been counting down the weeks, days, hours, seconds. Yet he remained here. And not there . His slight satisfaction with throwing off expectation did nothing to ease the suffocating grip tightening in his chest, though.

Fucking feelings.

A part of him wanted to remain in this room forever, shut off from the outside world, the duties, the beck and call that had controlled his life for the last nine months. Part of him even believed he was better. Cured . Right here in this quiet. Because those last three weeks? Left completely alone, forced to fend for himself? That had been no reprieve. Not for him. No holiday . It had been excruciating. A hollow reminder of what he was desperate to escape .

Fucking feelings .

“You taste so yummy.” Taylor licked up Aaron’s naked torso, dawdling around his nipple bolt, then traced a line with his tongue over the Mars symbol tattooed on Aaron’s neck.

Arms behind his head, Aaron stared up at the peeling paint of his Halls bedroom ceiling, lacking enthusiasm at Taylor’s seduction attempts. That wasn’t unusual. Taylor was predictable. Hadn’t refined his techniques over the nine months they’d been sort of sleeping together. And whereas Taylor would absolutely say they were boyfriends, Aaron believed it more of a situationship.

“C’mon, let’s get naked .” Taylor nibbled Aaron’s earlobe.

Taylor was pretty much naked already. Only in boxers. Aaron in jogging bottoms. And it wasn’t just the time preventing Aaron from bowing to Taylor’s whim.

He reached for his phone on the bedside cabinet, checking the time along with the many, many messages unopened and filling up his screen.

Hey, I’m back. Are you on your way?

Are you running late?

Where are you?

You better not fucking flake on me!

Another one popped through right then, alongside three missed calls he’d purposely not answered.

Answer the fucking phone!!

Aaron dropped his mobile back on the surface while Taylor violated his mouth. As he did, he dragged Aaron’s joggers down his legs, using his feet to shove them off completely, crushing Aaron into the mattress with his relentless kissing. Now just in underwear, tight fitting trunks, Aaron wrapped his legs around Taylor’s waist and thought about giving him something. He could think about someone else.

The man clogging up his messages right then.

He kissed Taylor back, tongues entwining, and Taylor was way too excited about it. He was rock fucking hard. And he wriggled out of his underwear to palm his own dick. Got a bit heated with it, too. Erratic. Nipping down Aaron’s neck to his chest, biting Aaron’s nipple bolt and Aaron stared up at the ceiling, dropping his legs from around Taylor’s, wishing he wasn’t such an arsehole.

Taylor rose, straddling him, splaying his hands over Aaron’s taut belly. “Come on, babe. Let me fuck you.”

Aaron closed his eyes. He should tally up how many times Taylor had asked him. If he had a pound for each request, he’d be able to afford more than Super Noodles. Maybe a slap-up steak dinner with wine. Or a holiday to the fucking Greek island of Crete .

Now he was pissed off.

“I’ll make it good.” Taylor stroked his hands along Aaron’s thighs, fingers reaching into the rim of his trunks, easy devil-may-care smile on his lips.

Devil did care.

Cared quite a fucking bit.

Aaron didn’t have an erection. Taylor knew it. He only really got it up when Taylor had his mouth around it, or when he jacked him off in his hand. And he was absolutely desperate to get inside Aaron to prove himself worthy. So he could finally tell his housemates he’d fucked the finest fresher twink to walk onto their campus. But there were more pressing reasons than the obvious why Aaron wouldn’t permit him. And not just because he was now, technically, a second year. Or would be when classes started next week.

Because he still had the bruises.

Emotionally .

“We’ve been going out for nine months,” Taylor said, as if Aaron didn’t already know that, what with him having been one half of the pairing and Taylor having reminded him of which anniversary month they were in since the first one. “And you’ve not let me. ”

“You’ve not let me fuck you, either.”

Taylor sighed, lowering himself onto Aaron. “Cause I’m a top.”

“And you need to prove that by sticking your dick in me?”

“That’s sorta the point?” Taylor palmed his own dick as if that would be enough for Aaron to spread himself and let Taylor breach him. “Max says you’re just doing this to be a tease.”

“Max is a prick.”

Taylor’s housemates had too much of an interest in his sex life. They should concentrate on their own. People who talked about other people in bed were often the ones not getting any.

Aaron’s phone rang then, and he had to wriggle up with Taylor still on him, still stroking his own cock, to check the display. Aaron chuckled. Maliciously.

“Who is it?” Taylor asked, a slight grunt from his self-pleasuring.

Aaron fell back onto the bed. “Wrong number.”

“You’ve had a lot of those.”

“What do you care about it?”

Taylor released his cock, slithering down to press his entire weight onto Aaron, rutting against his thigh instead. “I care who wants my boyfriend.”

“Don’t get possessive, T. You’ll cause yourself injury.”

It was a line Aaron used over and over. No one could accuse him of not being honest with him. Taylor just desperately thought he could break through Aaron’s layers. That his persistence would eventually pay off and Aaron would either open up for him or at least admit they were dating. Strangely, Aaron did too. Because how else were these things supposed to happen?

Taylor kissed him. Possessively. Not taking Aaron’s warning seriously.

A bang on the door jolted him away. “Fucking bollocks !” Taylor clasped his chest. “Thought the first years didn’t move in until next week. ”

“They don’t.”

Aaron was still occupying the same room in Chepstow Halls, Flat Two, despite him now being in the second year of his Forensic Psychology degree. All the others, Archie including, had found somewhere else to live, mostly off campus, allowing for the new cohort to move in. Aaron had his room as part of the bursary package for being a kid straight out of the care system. All he had to do to keep the three-six-five rent free accommodation on campus was maintain a grade and attendance average for his course. He had.

It wasn’t all thanks to being pally with his professor.

Some of it was because he had brains .

“So who’s knocking at your door?”

Aaron shrugged. So Taylor rolled off him, grabbed a T-shirt from the floor, holding it over his manhood, then unlocked Aaron’s door and yanked it open. Aaron sat up, watching with gluttony as Taylor flinched. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Dr Lyons.” Kenny cocked his head. “And who the fuck are you?”

Aaron snorted. Kenny knew exactly who Taylor was. And him raking his gaze over Taylor’s nakedness, with only his cock and balls protected from his scrutiny by Aaron’s scrunched up tee, was nothing short of fucking outstanding. Then he peered inside the room, at Aaron on the bed, tight trunks, reaching for his vape and Aaron could cut the tension with a blunt knife.

“Why is your professor coming to your room?” Taylor asked, nudging his thumb at Kenny, now stepping ever so slightly over the threshold.

Fuck . He looked good. Really damn good. His skin, darker than Aaron’s to begin with, now held a warm glow from three weeks under the Greek sun where he’d supposedly been at a conference . His denim shirt, collar open with two buttons left undone, teased a glimpse of coarse chest hair that Taylor could never achieve. Paired with fitted tan chinos hugging his more mature frame and boat shoes clinging to the last vestige of summer, and his hair, left down in unruly waves to his shoulders, neatly trimmed short beard, glasses he had to wear to drive, Kenny was everything Taylor wasn’t.

Dark. Mature. Hot .

They did share one thing, though. They were both really fucking pissed off.

“I don’t know, Taylor,” Aaron said with unrepentant amusement, standing from his bed and pushing open the window to blow out his inhaled vapour. “Why is my professor coming to my room?”

Kenny glared at him.

Aaron’s cock stirred, and he couldn’t even hide it within his tight trunks. First time that day.

“Outside. Five minutes.” Kenny marched off, the communal door slamming after.

Taylor shut his room door. “What the fuck was that about?”

Aaron inhaled more vape. “Forgot I had an appointment with him.”

“Your professor?” Taylor threw the T-shirt covering his modesty to the floor, dick now wilted, and found his discarded boxers to step into them. “Uni hasn’t started yet. Not til next week.”

“Extra credit.”

“Extra credit for what? You’re already sailing through the course.” Taylor stepped into his clothes. “Extra credit is lit not a thing.”

“I said I’d do this research with him.” Aaron threw the vape on his desk, then got dressed. Ripped jeans. New T-shirt from the wardrobe. And the hoodie still weirdly smelling of Kenny despite him having never worn it, only bought it for him after all the mess of last year.

“Oh.” Taylor sat on the bed to pull on his socks. “What time you finished? ”

“Late.”

As much as he spent time with Taylor, he hadn’t told him who he was. Or how he had some weird fucked up thing going on with Dr Kenneth Lyons, which really only amounted to Kenny driving him to and from the therapy sessions of which Taylor knew nothing about. Taylor knew very little about Aaron at all. Yet he still wanted his arse.

And they say romance is dead.

Love is.

Taylor huffed. “I start placement tomorrow. I’ll be working nine to fucking five all year. Wanted to spend the day with you. I’m gonna be so tied up with this internship as they’ve already told me I have to up their click throughs.”

Aaron sighed. Then stood in between Taylor’s legs and cupped his chin, forcing him up to look at him. After a moment’s contemplation, Aaron kissed him. Maybe because of the guilt. But mostly, Aaron knew fully well, it was to keep him warm. Taylor glided his hands up Aaron’s legs to his arse, holding him there. As if he had the ability to do that.

“Come round mine later?” Taylor asked as Aaron stepped away from him and into his boots.

“Maybe.”

Taylor stood, grabbing him again and twisting him into another kiss. “It’s your birthday next week.”

“I’m aware.”

“Got you a present.”

“If it’s your dick…”

Taylor laughed. “That extra credit paying off, then?” He kissed Aaron’s nose. “You can read minds.”

Yeah. He could.

He could read Kenny’s, too. He was livid.

Aaron grinned.