Unhinged (Necessary Evils #1)(28)

Noah’s eyes rolled as the wet suction resumed. “Hnf. Oh.”

Noah’s heels hit the mattress, unable to keep still. Adam blew him with the same confidence he had in every other aspect of his life, and it was so goddamn sexy.

When he knew Noah’s eyes were on him, he’d look up, teasing the tip of his cock as one hand held his weight and the other teased his balls. Noah couldn’t stop his hips from bucking upwards, working himself in and out of Adam’s mouth. He braced both hands on the bed, letting Noah fuck into him, that perfect suction never wavering.

Noah’s hands contracted in Adam’s hair. “Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Hnf. Yes. Oh, my God, just like that. Yes. Yes. Oh. Fuck. Oh… Fuck.” Heat shot along Noah’s spine. “I’m gonna come,” he warned, trying to pull free.

Adam pinned his hips, taking Noah deeper, swallowing around his cock, the muscles of his throat convulsing around him. Noah gasped as he came, flooding Adam’s mouth. Adam still didn’t stop, just kept sucking, like he was trying to pull every last drop from Noah, until he hissed and pushed at his shoulder.

Adam finally collapsed beside him, chest heaving, a ridiculous grin on his face. “Sorry.”

Noah stretched his limbs until they popped, giving Adam a rueful smile. “You don’t look sorry.”

When Adam gathered Noah into his arms, he didn’t protest. “I’m not sorry at all. What was I supposed to do with you all naked and warm in my bed?”

“I can see your dilemma,” Noah deadpanned. “In the future, I have no problem being woken up like that.”

“In the future, huh?”

Noah flushed. “Well…if there’s another—”

“Oh, there’s going to be another…and another…and another. I told you, you’re mine now. Deal with it.”

“What did your brothers want?” Noah asked.

“They saw our pictures online.”

Noah frowned, craning his head to look upwards at Adam’s face. “We have pictures online?”

“Oh, yeah. Apparently, I’m a lot more interesting now that I have you as my boyfriend.”

“I think you have that backwards,” Noah said, trying to understand why anybody would think them having breakfast was picture worthy. Though, maybe it was just those girls.

Adam scoffed. “Nope. It’s you. You’re just too cute for me to let you outside. Those big brown eyes. Those fucking freckles. It's too dangerous out there for you.”

“One, I can take care of myself. Two, I’m dating a murderer. How much more dangerous could it get? I could be one of those fucking weirdos who dangles off towers and bridges for YouTube likes, but I’m not. For me, I think I’ve hit maximum danger levels.” Noah placed his hand over the butterfly on Adam’s chest.

“I just don’t like the idea of you being free out in the world where anything could happen to you,” Adam said sleepily. “You could get hit by a bus, or a plane engine could drop on your head, or you could be kidnapped by a vicious biker gang.”

Noah snickered. “Were you drinking at your dad’s house?”

“Definitely not.”

“Your brothers were mad because there are pictures of us online?”

Adam sighed, his arms tightening around him. “No, they’re mad that I’m dating the son of somebody I killed. They said it makes things messy.”

Noah’s heartbeat spiked, a shock of fear ricocheting through him. It was a gross overreaction given how little time they’d spent in each other’s presence but Noah couldn’t stop the strange sense of panic welling inside him. “What did you say?”

“I told them to fuck off and that you weren’t going anywhere and they could deal with it.”

“You told a group of psychopaths to ‘deal with it’?”

“I told my dumbass brothers to deal with it. Then I talked to my dad who said he’d talk to them,” Adam clarified.

“But your dad is okay with this? Us?”

“My dad trusts my judgment. My brothers don’t. He knows I wouldn’t do anything to hurt the family and I promised him you wouldn’t either.”

Noah had no interest in harming anybody in the Mulvaney family, but there seemed to be an underlying threat in Adam’s casual statement. Maybe Noah was just being paranoid.

“What do we do with the stuff we found tonight? The hard drives?” Noah asked, needing a change in subject.

“I gave them to Calliope to try to decrypt. It’s going to take some time, though, especially since we didn’t get the whole hard drive from the laptop. But if anybody is going to find something, it's her. I also have her working on figuring out who our mystery guy was at Gary’s house tonight. In the meantime, I think maybe we should try to rundown the weird key. It could be nothing, but it could be everything.”

“I have to work tomorrow,” Noah said, heart squeezing at the thought of dealing with another night of Gary’s physical and verbal abuse.

“Why not just quit?” Adam asked.

Noah frowned. “Because I have bills to pay.”

“You could work literally anywhere else and make more money.”

Adam wasn’t wrong. He had worked other places, better places. He’d given it all up to get close to Gary again. And he was so certain that Noah remembered nothing of his abuse that he’d accepted him back in without a second thought. No. He wasn’t leaving until he made Gary pay for what he’d done. He couldn’t. “I need to keep close to him. As long as I’m watching, he can’t surprise me or anybody else.”