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husky blue eyes,
Adam controlled the kiss, tilting Noah’s head however he wanted, lazily exploring his mouth like he had all the time in the world, like he had a right to take what he wanted.
There was something about Noah following his orders that went straight to his dick and ignited a primal instinct that had his mind delving into the gutter thinking about all the other things he’d like to make Noah do for him…and to him.
And there was always somebody willing to play with him, but since that very first night with Noah, there’d been nobody but Noah.
Maybe Noah needed Adam? Maybe he needed somebody to take care of him, watch over him, show him what he was capable of. Adam snorted. He couldn’t be Noah’s guardian angel—not when every time he closed his eyes, he pictured him on his knees, begging Adam to do increasingly dirty things to him.
He supposed wanting to fuck his father’s killer was a level of fucked up that would probably require years of therapy that Noah couldn’t afford.
He rubbed his face on his pillow like he could wipe away his depression. He’d rather think of Adam. Adam with his big warm hands cupping his face and just moving him where he wanted him, like Noah had been made just for Adam’s pleasure. What did pleasuring Adam look like?
Even tonight, Adam had taken charge immediately, not because he wanted to throw his weight around or because he had some kind of alpha male complex. Adam just naturally dominated a space. And, God help him, Noah liked it.
Noah shrugged. “What are you, the morality police? You kill people, like, as a hobby.” “It’s more like community service,” Adam said, his expression blank.
Noah blinked at him before shaking his head. “I can’t figure out what your deal is. I can never tell if you’re making fun of me or if you just have zero idea of what’s considered appropriate behavior.” Adam reached out and took Noah’s hand, looking at him with a potency that made him swallow audibly. “I’m well versed in how to behave in polite society. My father made very sure of that. But…that’s for other people, not you.”
“You’re certifiable. Like chasing butterflies, bats in the belfry, not all there.” “That’s rude. I am a psychopath. Words hurt, you know.”
“That’s rude. I am a psychopath. Words hurt, you know.” Noah opened his mouth to apologize when Adam grinned. “I’m kidding. Do you have more questions or can we go to sleep now?”
From the moment he’d seen him standing there, holding that gun on him, Adam had just known he wasn’t going to let him go. Ever.
He liked having Noah underneath him, held hostage beneath his weight, leaving Adam free to do whatever he wanted.
“You might as well tell me because I’m not going to stop asking, and when I don’t get what I want one way, I get it another. I’d rather just hear it from you.”
Adam would happily crack this Gary like a fucking glow stick if that was what Noah needed.
But Adam—despite his weird intensity—had seemed so comfortable letting Noah set the pace. He seemed to be this strange mixture of brute force and childlike possessiveness, like Noah was his new favorite toy and he’d smash it before he’d let anybody else play with it. That shouldn’t have been hot…but it was. Noah had never been anybody’s favorite anything.
If he didn’t stop saying things like that, Noah was going to do something stupid like fall in love with a murderer.
“Why did you tell her I’m your boyfriend?” Adam frowned. “Because telling her that you’re the son of one of my murder victims and we’re together because I happened to get off with you this morning sounded like a mouthful.” Noah shook his head. “You could have just said friend?” Adam’s brows furrowed. “But then she might think you’re available.” Noah’s brain stumbled. “But I’m not? Available?” “No.” “Do I get a say in this?” Noah asked, not even mad, just feeling like he’d definitely slipped into an alternate universe. Adam tilted his head. “Yeah. Did you not want to be my boyfriend?”
Adam leaned in. “Instinctively, what do you think you should do?” “Run fast and far away from you,” Noah said without thought. Adam grinned like he’d just somehow put Noah in check mate. “Then, by your own logic, you should do the opposite. And stay. With me.” “This is crazy.” “All the best things are.”
Noah’s blunt nails scratched at Adam’s thighs, eyes watering and saliva filling his mouth as a sense of euphoria kicked in.
Adam’s gaze softened a little as he looked at him. “You’re so pretty, baby. You like being on your knees for me?” Noah’s cock throbbed at his words. “Yeah,” he said, breathless. Adam smiled, his hand running along Noah’s cheek. “Yeah? You like being good for me?” “Yes,” Noah managed, blood on fire.
Adam slapped his face once again, a little harder this time. “I bet you’d like being bad for me even more.” Noah’s brain fell briefly offline, wondering what being bad for Adam might look like.
“Go ahead. Tell Dad. And while you’re at it, tell him this. I’m keeping Noah. He’s mine.”
He threaded his fingers into Noah’s hair, turning his head for a kiss that lingered. He couldn’t keep his hands off him. He wanted to taste every part of him, touch every part of him, crawl inside him and live in his skin.
“You cannot seduce me to get what you want.” Adam frowned. “Why not?”
Noah grabbed the handle on the door, but it wouldn’t give. “Can I get out, please?” “No.” “Adam.” “Fine. Have a good night, I guess.”
Two days. Just two days. But it felt like more. It felt like he’d met Noah a million years ago and they’d been separated all this time. And now, he was back. Back where he belonged. With Adam. And that was how it would stay, no matter who tried to get in their way.
Noah could never leave him. Never. He belonged to Adam. No matter how wrong it was. Or crazy. Or possessive. Noah was his.
The idea of Noah leaving, changing his mind about Adam, was like a knife in his throat, making it hard to swallow.
Noah was his. Just his. If Noah didn’t feel the same, Adam didn’t know what he’d do.
“You want me inside you?” Adam crooned as he licked the water from the shell of his ear. “You want me to fuck you? Fill you up? Make you take it? All of it? All of me?”
He needed to be inside him. He sat up, then froze. Noah frowned. “What’s wrong?” “Condom?” Noah’s tongue darted out to lick over his lower lip. “I’m negative. On PrEP. You?” Adam nodded, voice strained as he said, “Same.” “I don’t want anything between us,” Noah finally said. “Thank fuck. Me neither.”
Adam said Noah was his and looked at him like he meant it, like it was something he couldn’t fight, like he needed Noah to know that he wasn’t going to let him go. Ever. That should have scared him, but it didn’t. It just…overwhelmed him, because if Adam changed his mind, it might fucking kill Noah. He had nobody. Nobody but Adam.
Noah wanted Adam because he knew he would burn the whole fucking world down for him and never feel a shred of remorse.
Honestly, if I said half the things I think when I look at you, you’d run screaming into the night.”
“Like I want to stitch my body to yours. Like I want to live inside your skin. Like I would handcuff you to the radiator if you tried to leave me.”
“I know you’re mine. I know it. Deep down, in that part of my brain that doesn’t care what is right or how society dictates how people choose a mate. I chose you. I want you. Just you. My brain has picked you, and now, I can’t undo it. You’re trapped. With me. For life.”
“You can never love me,” he blurted. Oh. That. Adam reached out and took Noah’s hand. “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?” Noah blinked rapidly before looking away. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s enough.”
You can bring the blanket and your emotional support vodka.”
Adam in clothes was hot, but Adam naked… His body was art.
He wasn’t leaving Adam—not ever—and if Adam came with a family of psycho killers…so be it.
Adam wished he was capable of loving somebody. If he could love anybody, it would be Noah. Just Noah. But he couldn’t. He could only protect him and spoil him and give him lots of pancakes and orgasms. He hoped that was enough.
“Fuck them. Fuck everybody but you. Yours is the only opinion that matters. So, don’t change your mind about me. Okay?”
“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.”
There it was. The babbling. Adam fucking needed it like a drug. “Who do you belong to?”
“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.”
“That’s a very dangerous ask,” Adam teased against the shell of Noah’s ear. “Because I love the way you sound when you’re choking on my cock, your nails clawing at my thighs as you grow desperate for air.” Adam kept his hand firmly around Noah’s neck as he pulled back to look at him. “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.”
“You know I’d fucking tear the world down for you, don’t you?” Noah smiled sweetly, crooning, “I know, baby.” Adam’s cock throbbed as much from the endearment as the way Noah’s smile turned bloodthirsty. “But, right now, the only thing I want you to tear apart…is me.”
