Unhinged (Necessary Evils #1)(75)

After a few minutes passed, Adam slipped free of Noah, freeing his ankles from the restraints. But only his ankles. He sucked in a breath as Adam tugged his hips into the air. “Open your legs for me.”

Noah did what Adam asked, a low moan slipping from his lips as Adam’s hand wrapped around Noah’s aching erection. There was no teasing now. Adam jerked Noah with long, efficient strokes until sparks were flashing behind his lids. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close already. Don’t stop. Please.”

“You’re way too coherent,” Adam muttered, working three fingers back into his slick hole, finding that tiny bundle of nerves just inside and massaging over it.

Noah’s blood was made of fire, his whole body covered in perspiration. “Oh, my God. Yes. Keep—oh, fuck—keep doing that. Please, Adam. Fuck. Yes. Yes.”

And then he was coming hard, the kind of orgasm that made his vision go black and his soul temporarily leave his body. By the time he could put a coherent thought together, Adam had released him from the restraints and rolled him onto his back to hover over him on all fours.

“What are you doing?” Noah asked, amused.

Adam grinned. “Making sure I didn’t fuck you into a coma. You looked a little…out of it.”

Noah rolled his eyes. “You do this to me every time I leave. When I went to meet my mom, I could barely sit for three days. Do you know how awkward it was having the woman who gave birth to me ask why I was wincing every time I sat down?”

Adam chuckled. “If I recall, it was you who wanted to be spanked before you left. You told me to make it hurt. Your words, not mine.”

“I cannot be held responsible for what I say when there is a sex toy vibrating against my prostate,” Noah said, sounding huffy.

Meeting his birth mom had gone alright. It wasn’t the teary, heartfelt reunion they often showed on the news. She didn’t throw her arms around Noah and sob at the return of her long, lost son. And that was okay. He probably wouldn’t have known what to do with that kind of attention anyway.

Noah was an adult, and she was a stranger with a new family and a new life. It wasn’t awkward or unpleasant. Everybody had been gracious and welcoming. Noah had met his mother’s new husband—a cattle rancher named Chad—and their three teenagers, Andreina, Marcella, and…Loretta. After Chad’s dead mom.

They hadn’t spoken of anything of substance, really, even though they both probably had a million questions for each other. But Noah wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answers to his questions, wasn’t sure he’d look at her the same way if he didn’t like the answers. And he didn’t want to ruin her life by telling her what he’d been through. She didn’t deserve to live with that knowledge. None of it was her fault.

They’d parted at the airport with hugs and a promise to talk again soon. And they did. She would call him once a month or so to check in. Would hesitantly ask about Adam. Would give him updates about Chad, the girls, the ranch, and it was nice. Easy. Someday, maybe she would even feel like his mom. But not yet.

Noah had gone into it with no false expectations. He already had a family. One that he didn’t have to keep secrets from. Adam’s family. His completely insane fucked up family. They knew all his secrets. And he knew theirs.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Adam asked, tapping on his forehead.

Noah pulled himself from his thoughts. “Just thinking about your family.”

Adam dropped down to his forearms until they were nose to nose. “I just fucked you into a blackout and you’re thinking about my brothers… Some guys might find that insulting.”

Noah rolled his eyes, giving Adam a playful shove until he toppled over onto his back. Noah rolled off the other side before Adam could find another excuse to drag him back to bed. “Good thing you’re not ‘some guy.’”

Adam hopped to his feet, coming around to where Noah stood, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m not?”

Noah scoffed. “You know you’re not. Why do we have to play these games?”

Adam ignored him. “So, what am I?”

“The guy whose father is going to kill me if I don’t get in the shower right fucking now,” Noah said, looking at the clock on the wall.

“But I don’t want you to go,” Adam whined.

“Yes, both me and my ass are very aware of that.”

Adam cupped said ass. “I’m not letting you shower until you say it.”

“Say what?” Noah asked, blinking up at him with mock innocence.

“You know what.” Adam gave him the big sad puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

They were so contrived, yet they worked every fucking time. “Fine.”

Noah flushed. It was such a stupid, embarrassingly sweet ritual they’d created. One that would make Noah cringe if he saw it in a book or movie. Hell, he would probably murder to keep it quiet because it was just too precious for two twenty-something-year-old killers. But Adam loved hearing it. And often. Noah didn’t know exactly why. Still, he sighed. “I maybe love you.”

A wide grin spread across Adam’s face. “I maybe love you, too.”

They were building a life together on that maybe. And it was a good one. More than Noah could ever have imagined.



the end