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He wanted it hard, wanted it to hurt. And Adam wanted to give Noah what he needed—knew,
“Oh, fuck. Oh… Oh, God. Adam. Fuck. Yes. Just like that. So good.”
“You do know that not having a relationship was my choice, right? I had plenty of offers. It’s not like Noah took pity on me.”
It felt like love. So, that was what Noah would call it. Adam loved Noah in every way he could.
Noah’s head hurt. His heart hurt.
“Are you guys really disappointed that you can’t stab somebody when the alternative is to just set them on fire?”
His brothers seemed fascinated by Noah, but Adam… Adam had never been so horny in his whole fucking life.
“Noah likes to play with his food before he eats it,” August said. “Excellent.”
If you need a distraction, I have something you can play with,”
“Shit. You look really hot right now,”
“I’m just saying, killing three guys in one night would have been cool,” Avi pouted. “But, instead, you get to kill twenty guys during the day, with your brothers, as a family,” August said.
His unkempt hair and eye liner made him look like a pirate. A hot sarcastic, drunken pirate.
That was when the screaming started.
“We’re fine. Everything’s fine. But we do have to find a working lighter. The fire still has to happen—somehow—or our next family gathering will be at our murder trial.”
“When is Noah going to take care of the pedophile in my trunk?
“You’ll make your plane,” Adam promised, moving up to blanket himself over Noah, his hard cock snug against his entrance. “But you’ll do it with my cum still inside you.”
Adam would do anything to protect Noah. Anything. He was like a vicious junkyard dog, and Noah held his leash.
“I maybe love you.” A wide grin spread across Adam’s face. “I maybe love you, too.”
