Unhinged (Necessary Evils #1)(21)

It was only when they pulled into the garage that Noah seemed to snap out of his trance, looking around like he’d been teleported to another place and time. “Where are we?”

“My apartment.”

Noah gave a hollow, “Oh.”

Adam exited the car and came around to the other side, opening Noah’s door for him. He took Adam’s offered hand, not releasing it once he was on his feet. That was fine with Adam. He liked Noah touching him and Adam didn’t really like touching anybody unless they were fighting or fucking. And he wasn’t fucking Noah tonight. He was too raw.

Once they were outside Adam’s fifth floor apartment, he pulled the keys from his pocket, watching as the loose key from Gary’s tumbled to the carpeted floor. He retrieved it, opening the door and swinging it wide for Noah to enter. “What is that?” he asked, staring pointedly at the fallen key.

“Not sure. Found it at Gary’s. Maybe something. Maybe nothing.”

Noah just nodded, not asking any more questions. Once inside, Adam unzipped his hoodie and tossed it over the chair, watching as Noah wandered around his small loft. Adam could have chosen a bigger space like his brothers, a sprawling house or some sleek luxury penthouse apartment, but he liked the small space with its exposed brick and minimalist design.

Noah looked at the narrow staircase, following it upward with his gaze. “What’s up there?”

“My bed.”

Noah didn’t look at him, didn’t say a word, just started climbing the stairs. Adam stood frozen. If he followed Noah up those stairs, he knew what would happen. Noah wasn’t okay, clearly. That photo had triggered something inside him. But who was Adam to tell Noah how best to cope with his trauma?

Adam followed him up the stairs. When he reached the top, he found Noah sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Whatcha doing?” Adam asked.

Noah’s gaze flicked to his. “I said you could be in charge in the bedroom, right?”

Adam’s cock hardened so fast he started to sweat. “Yeah,” he managed.

Noah leaned back, putting his weight on his palms. “We’re in your bedroom. What are you waiting for?”

Adam watched Noah carefully. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“You don’t want me?” Noah challenged.

Adam arched a brow. “You know that’s not true. I just don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Noah’s eyes drifted away from Adam’s face and then back again. “I’m hardly a blushing virgin. Besides, I don’t want to think about him…them…what they did to me. I don’t want to think at all. Just stop me from thinking about anything but you. Us.”

Adam didn’t know how Noah intended the words to come out, but they sounded a lot like a plea instead of a demand. Why was he fighting the inevitable? Noah was sitting on his bed, demanding Adam touch him. What was the point of being the villain if he let the right thing get in the way of what he wanted? And he wanted Noah.

He peeled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor, before wandering closer. Noah let his legs fall open as he approached. Adam stepped between them. Noah sat forward, eyes locked on Adam’s as he licked over the deep groove of his hip.

“Christ.” He tipped Noah’s chin upwards, running a thumb over his bottom lip before pushing it into his mouth.

Noah sucked eagerly, his thighs squeezing Adam like this was a test and he was determined to ace it. Adam’s cock throbbed as he imagined Noah giving it the same attention as his finger, but he still wasn’t certain if this was the right thing to do.

He hissed as Noah’s teeth clamped down on his skin hard enough to leave a mark. He snatched his finger free.

“Is that how this is going to go?” he asked, voice low, the threat more than implied.

Noah’s pupils blew wide at Adam’s change in demeanor. “I guess that depends on you. I thought you’d be a lot…rougher.”

Gauntlet thrown.

Adam had no problem being the aggressor; it was his default setting. If Noah wanted it rough, he’d give him what he wanted.

He slapped his face, just hard enough to get his attention, carding his hands through his hair and yanking it back to look him in the eye. “Careful what you wish for.”





Noah’s cheek stung but his cock throbbed from Adam’s slap, and when Adam reached down and wrapped his hands around Noah’s throat, tugging him to his feet, a shiver of awareness shot through his whole body, thoughts of everything but the two of them slipping away.

Adam’s mouth took his in a greedy kiss that brought Noah up onto his toes, a tiny whimper escaping. His hand slid from Noah’s throat to grip his chin tightly between thumb and forefinger, holding him in place so he could lick over his bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth before darting his tongue inside once more.

Noah’s whole body flushed, pleasure rolling over him. It was hardly Noah’s first kiss. It wasn’t even his first kiss with Adam, but the possessive way he explored Noah’s mouth had him grasping at Adam’s waistband, desperate for something to hold onto.

“I want your mouth on me,” Adam murmured into his open mouth. “You can do that for me. Can’t you, baby?”

Noah swallowed hard, tongue sliding out to wet his lower lip. He gave a stilted nod, brain hazy as he sank to his knees. He felt like a virgin, hands shaking as he fumbled to undo Adam’s belt and open his zipper, tugging the denim down. When the jeans pooled at Adam’s feet, he stepped out of them and kicked them free, fingers knotting in Noah’s hair, forcing his mouth against the rigid outline of his cock.