Unhinged (Necessary Evils #1)(41)

“Even if you saw the back of my head, I still can’t figure out how you put it all together.”

“Your jacket.”

“My jacket?”

“Yeah. Do you remember it? You weren’t wearing it when you were in my house so you must have changed as soon as you left.”

“Yeah, I shoved my black hoodie in my backpack, which was stashed in the alley, and threw on a jacket I’d stolen from a photo shoot. But there were hundreds of those jackets sold.”

“I know. I went directly to the designer’s boutique and asked. The girl behind the counter looked at me like I was crazy when I asked about credit card receipts from over ten years ago. But when I refused to leave, she called over the manager who’d worked there for twenty years. He essentially told me the same thing, but when I showed him the jacket, he took one look and told me it was a knockoff.”

“No, it fucking wasn’t.”

Noah snickered at Adam’s tone. “That’s what you’re worried about? That somebody thinks you’re rocking fake couture?”

“I’m just saying, that manager is a fucking idiot,” Adam said, tone sulky.

“Anyway,” Noah said. “When I asked the manager why he thought it was a knockoff, he pointed out the red outline on the back of the jacket. He said the real ones didn’t have that red lettering, that they’d shelved it after the Paris show because of some kind of dispute between the label and the designer.”

“Well, shit.”

“Yeah. I knew it was a long shot. But it was all I had. I tracked down photos of the Paris show—which took months, by the way—and as soon as I saw your picture, I knew. It was you. You killed my dad. But I also knew I couldn’t go to the police. You were Adam Mulvaney. Son of billionaire Thomas Mulvaney. I couldn’t accuse you of being a murderer. They’d think I was insane. Shit, I thought I was insane. That’s when I started following you.”

Adam squeezed his hand. “How long did you follow me for?”

“Six months or so. Long enough to start to see the massive discrepancies between where you went and where your social media said you were. That’s a neat trick. Calliope?”

“Yeah, she’s great at manufacturing alibis.”

“I knew you were the man who killed my father before I started following you. I realized you were a serial killer after about four weeks. I didn’t think it was a family affair at that point, but I did think your father was covering for you.”

“You’re kind of amazing,” Adam said.

“No. Just determined.”

“There are a lot of cops determined to put to rest about a hundred homicide cases. But you are the one who somehow put it all together. Off a jacket. But…maybe don’t tell my dad that unless he asks.”

“Yeah, deal,” Noah said, jaw cracking around a yawn. “Can we go to sleep now?”

“Only if you come up here.”

Noah wiggled himself up beside Adam. “Better?”

“Uh-uh, roll over.”

Noah rolled his eyes but did as he was told. “You could have just said you wanted to be big spoon,” he teased.

Adam kissed just behind Noah’s ear, voice low. “In the morning, I’m going to fuck you awake. This just makes it easier.”

Noah’s cock hardened at Adam’s statement. “I’m totally on board with that…but could we make it afternoon?”

“We’ll see.”





Adam stayed awake long after Noah’s breathing had slowed and he began to snore softly. He hadn’t been lying about fucking Noah awake, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. It was easier to steal the hair Calliope needed to run his DNA when he couldn’t ask questions. Luckily, Noah slept soundly and didn’t even notice when Adam plucked the strands from his head and slipped them into a tiny baggy, stashing it in his bedside table, before drawing the covers up over them both and letting himself drift to sleep as well.

The sun was high in the sky when Adam woke the second time, Noah still tucked beside him. He buried his face in Noah’s throat, his hand curving around his hip to palm over his soft cock, stroking him just enough to get him hard but not enough to wake him. Not yet.

Adam rubbed himself against Noah’s ass lazily as he played with him, loving the sighs and tiny whimpers he made even in his sleep whenever Adam did something right. He released Noah long enough to grab the lube, slicking his fingers, and sliding down between Noah’s cheeks, groaning as he slipped two inside, pumping them in and out of his tight passage. He worried Noah’s ear between his teeth, pulling free and slicking his cock before snugging it up against Noah’s wet hole, sliding home in one smooth motion.

Noah’s gasp of surprise turned into a low moan, his hand reaching back to grip Adam’s hip.

“Morning,” Adam murmured, turning Noah’s head so he could kiss him deep as he rocked in and out of him lazily.

“Oh, fuck,” Noah rasped, voice sleep soaked, lids still at half-mast.

Adam took Noah’s cock back in hand, working him in time with his thrusts, using his panting breaths and tiny half bitten cries to gauge just how close he was and adjusting accordingly.

Adam had wanted to draw it out, savor it, but his resolve lessened when Noah’s whimpers turned into frustrated whines as he tried to work himself into Adam’s fist faster. “Adam,” Noah groaned.