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When I told them you were a kid, they didn’t believe me. They said no kid would leave a crime scene that clean.” When Adam didn’t interrupt, Noah shook his head. “You’re gloating over that, aren’t you?”
Come on, baby. Let me hear you. You know how much I love listening to you fall apart.”
“Fine. Shower, then breakfast. Then sex. Then lunch. Then sex. Then another shower. Then work.”
“This is why you’re going to end up chained to my bed.”
I like most people when I think about it. I find them fascinating. Like opening up a car and seeing how the engine runs. If you watch a person long enough, you start to see all the pieces that make them go.”
What did you say to somebody who was about to relive the worst time of their life?
If they hurt you, they have to take me out, too, and despite what my brothers think, I’m too valuable. My father would never eliminate a research subject.”
“‘Look like the flower but be the serpent underneath,’”
“I don’t know what love feels like. I don’t know what empathy or guilt feel like. But I know this: I want to fuck you and fight with you and fight for you and make up with you and make out with you and eat Greek food naked with you. Is that enough?”
The dam walling off all those memories had finally ruptured and Noah was drowning.
But now, there he was, floating through his memories with no oxygen, just waiting to die.
Noah’s chest ached. Adam had called two people to find out what humans did when other humans were hurting. Was that romantic? What the fuck did Noah know? It felt sweet.
Adam in clothes was hot, but Adam naked… His body was art.
“I did sign up for you. I chose you.
“We’re only useful to society if we follow the code. If we turn our backs on it, then we can’t be trusted. We become the monsters. My father will act accordingly. And my brothers will help.”
He wasn’t leaving Adam—not ever—and if Adam came with a family of psycho killers…so be it.
I like the way your face is put together. Your brown eyes, your freckles, your lips. It makes me happy to look at you.”
Adam wished he was capable of loving somebody. If he could love anybody, it would be Noah. Just Noah.
“Fuck them. Fuck everybody but you. Yours is the only opinion that matters. So, don’t change your mind about me. Okay?”
Atticus had this ass whooping coming for years, the smug piece of shit.
somehow, sitting in a group of murderers made him feel safer than he’d ever felt before.
He found Thomas way more intimidating than Adam and his brothers combined. Who was more terrifying than a man who raised and trained psychopaths?
Like, how is that different than love? Nobody’s ever loved me, so I honestly don’t know.”
“Can I tell you a secret? One not even my sons know?” Noah nodded, chest tight. “Nobody’s ever loved me either.”
“I want you inside me, but I don’t want it rough. I’m not in the mood. I want the feelings stuff. Kissing. Missionary. Lots of eye contact and mushiness. Fuck me but make it romantic-like.”
“You wanted slow. I’m giving you slow.” “I said slow, not glacial,” Noah said, tone grumpy.
“You sure are pushy when I’m not bossing you around,”
“I want to hear you. You know what I want,”
Adam knew he was close, close to giving Adam what he needed to push him over the edge.
There it was. The babbling. Adam fucking needed it like a drug.
“Who do you belong to?” “You,” Noah swore, eyes flying open to look directly into Adam’s. “Only you. Forever. I promise.”
Adam didn’t believe in soul mates—was quite certain he didn’t have any soul to speak of—but Noah was it for him.
“This would be a lot easier for me if I could just chain you to my radiator.” “You’re the only person I know who could make a felony sound romantic.”
He didn’t get how Noah could eat cereal with no sugar. They weren’t even the Honey Nut Cheerios, just the plain kind. It was weird. How did he live without sugar?
I’m probably going to be mad at you a lot because you do boneheaded shit like this and then don’t even have the capacity to feel bad about it.”
“You are the single most important thing to me. You’re the only thing that matters to me in this whole fucking world. Tell me you believe that.”
“No. No, I’m not good. I’m so far from good I couldn’t locate it on a map.”
The twins think you’re great and they don’t like anybody.
They all need to die. Screaming. Bloody. Bruised. Writhing in agony. Every fucking one of them.”
It was one thing to know it was him being hurt, it was something else altogether to see another child suffering the way he had.
“And you’re just so goddamn pretty when you cry.”
“I trust you. Do it. I want to feel you every time I sit down. I want it to look like a crime scene when you’re done with me. Please, Adam.”
He really was perfect in every possible way. And he was all Adam’s…in every possible way.
“You know I’d fucking tear the world down for you, don’t you?” Noah smiled sweetly, crooning, “I know, baby.”
Adam was never letting Noah go. Never.
He couldn’t live without him, and he knew—in that deep, dark ugly part of himself he wasn’t supposed to ever acknowledge out loud—that he’d never let Noah live without him either.
Noah felt safe, protected, loved. Even if that lo...
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“Just for me,” Adam warned.
“Grab the banister. Don’t move your fucking hands unless I say so.”
“This is going to hurt.” “Good,”
