Unhinged (Necessary Evils #1)(63)

Noah moaned long and low, his hips seeming to move against his will as he fucked into Adam’s mouth with abandon. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. Just a little more. Please. Please. Harder. More.” Adam fucked into him with three fingers, finding his prostate and massaging over it with purpose. Noah’s knees almost buckled. “Oh, fuck. Oh… Oh, God. Adam. Fuck. Yes. Just like that. So good.”

Then Noah spilled onto Adam’s tongue. He swallowed every bitter drop, sucking until Noah pushed him off. Adam fell back onto his heels, looking up at Noah with a grin. “Feel better?”

Noah smiled, sinking down to the floor. “Yeah, I feel fucking amazing. You?”

Adam gave a breathless laugh. “Yeah, I’m…I’m good.”





*



“You good down there?”

They were lounging in Adam’s sunken tub, Noah tucked between Adam’s splayed thighs, his wet head resting on his chest. Noah’s head lolled on his shoulders, looking up at Adam with a sleepy smile. “I’m okay, just tired. This has been a lot.”

“Yeah, anybody who said killing is easy has clearly never had to plan a mass homicide,” Adam teased.

“How will you do it?”

Adam had no idea. He wasn’t usually the one planning these things. He was more of a soldier. Thomas would have an idea. Maybe they would all just make multiple kills on the same night. It sounded like a lot of work. Definitely risky. Truthfully, he couldn’t wait to sink his blade into Gary. Granted, they wouldn’t have the kind of time together he’d like, especially if he had multiple targets, but watching these men die bloody would have to do. “That won’t be the hard part. The cover-up is going to be the issue.”

“Yeah. Won’t twenty dead people trigger a huge investigation?” Noah asked, sighing when Adam began to soap up his torso.

“There will definitely be an investigation. But we’re used to that.”

“You guys just cover up the bodies and move on? You don’t worry about getting caught?”

Noah’s knees fell open as Adam’s soapy fingers dipped below the waterline, but there was no promise in it. Noah was just touch starved and Adam loved feeding him.

Adam exhaled. “We’re careful. Nobody would ever suspect a bunch of rich kids are murderers. It’s too ridiculous to even comprehend for most people.”

Noah was right, though. The fallout had never really been anything any of them had taken into consideration, but since meeting Noah, Adam knew they wouldn’t make that mistake again. But before he could explain that further, his phone began to vibrate along the side of the tub.

When he saw it was Calliope, he swiped the phone to answer and jabbed a wet finger on the speaker button. “What’s up?”

There was a long pause before Calliope asked, “What’s with the echo? Are you in the bathroom? Tell me you didn’t answer the phone on the toilet, Adam.”

Adam snickered. “If I had, would I admit it?”

“No, probably not. But it does sound like you’re in the bathroom.”

“Adam and I are taking a bath,” Noah supplied, shifting so the water sloshed around them.

“Aw. Hi, Noah,” Calliope said with that same sunshiny voice she seemed to save just for him.

“Are you ever going to stop saying hello to me like I only have six days to live?” Noah asked.

Calliope’s voice didn’t lose its sparkle. “I’m just so happy Adam finally found somebody. That’s all.”

Adam scoffed. “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.”

Noah snickered, reaching back to pat Adam’s cheek. “Nobody thinks that, baby. Look at you.”

Adam tipped Noah’s neck to the side to suck the water from his skin before pressing a kiss to the spot.

Calliope cleared her throat. “Keep it in your pants, boys.”

“We’re not wearing pants,” Noah pointed out with another breathy sigh.

“Your metaphorical pants,” Calliope said, exasperated.

Adam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. What’s up?”

“Nothing good. I tried calling your father about this but he’s got that gala tonight. I’ve been going through all the paperwork you found in the storage locker and attempting to piece together exactly what these men have going on, but obviously the data stops when Noah’s father—” She stopped short, as if realizing her mistake. “When Holt died. But the server at the cabin revealed some things. Some bad things.”

“Yeah, we’re well aware of that,” Adam said, voice grim.

“But you aren’t,” Calliope said. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. When I went through the video the first time, I was simply looking to isolate faces and identifying marks that could tell us who those men were.”

When she didn’t continue, Adam prompted, “Are you pausing for dramatic effect? Because, I promise, we’re riveted.”

There was the sound of a deep breath and a slow exhalation, like she was gathering herself. “I decided to go through it again, hoping to find anything to help me identify the victim. We still don’t know where he is. Maybe he’s at home, but maybe he disappeared like so many of Holt’s victims. You know?”