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Noah watched as Adam pulled into the parking lot at ten after ten, driving the white Rover from the other night. He seemed to have an endless supply of vehicles at his disposal. But given Adam’s net worth, he probably rarely had to worry about things like car payments or insurance.Noah popped open the door and hopped up into the passenger seat, desperately hoping their destination was Adam’s place so he could use his fancy shower with the awesome water pressure and massaging jets. He almost felt bad putting his sweaty self on Adam’s leather seats.When Adam leaned towards him, Noah said, “I’m warning you, I smell like French fries and—”Adam snagged him by the shirt, dragging him in for a kiss that made Noah’s whole body tingle, murmuring, “I love French fries,” against his lips.Noah let himself get swept up in the kiss but was unable to shake the feeling he was being watched.“Wow, dinner and a show,” a low voice drawled, filled with humor.Noah jumped at the unfamiliar voice in th

“I’m thinking: What do a Catholic school teacher and a ten-time criminal loser have in common other than the obvious? Where did they meet? Were they childhood friends? How did they become close enough for Wayne to offer up his son to Gary?”“That’s the other thing,” Calliope said, her voice growing hesitant.“What is?”“I’m still looking into it but something keeps bugging me. We vetted Holt for weeks before we sent you in to take him out. There was nothing that said anything about him having a child. Nothing. No birth certificates listed with him as the father. No sign of him having a child enrolled in school, which is pretty weird when you take into account him not only surviving but thriving in a Catholic school.”“What are you saying?”“I’m saying I don’t think Noah is Holt’s son.”“What?” Adam said, his pulse kicking up a little.Calliope let out a shaky breath. “I think Holt might have kidnapped him or maybe even bought him.”It made sense, so much sense that it was actually sho

“Are you sure you have to go to work?” Adam asked, leaning across the center console to give Noah his biggest puppy dog eyes.He didn’t want Noah to go. Waking up with Noah in his arms had been like waking up and finding somebody had left him a chocolate cake. The best kind of sweet surprise. They’d spent the morning trading lazy blow jobs before getting in the shower where they’d gotten each other off once again. Adam had taken Noah to lunch afterwards, without the fanfare this time. And now, he had to drop him off to get changed for his shift. But he was having a hard time letting him out of the car.Noah just snickered, unfazed. “Yes. We can’t all live off our trust funds.”They were parked in the lot of Gary’s club, just outside Noah’s rusted little Airstream trailer. At night, it was hard to notice anything but the flashing sign and the neon outline of a ten-foot naked woman in a cowboy hat. But in the harsh light of day, The Landing Strip looked like the last stop in some post-a

Fuck.He was so damaged.He wanted Adam to use him, was already so gone over the panting grunts against his ear, the way his legs were splayed wide, like Adam wanted him as open as possible for him, the way his arms caged Noah in, trapping him beneath him.Adam bit at his earlobe hard. “You fucking love this, don’t you? I can practically smell it on you.”Noah whimpered, managing a wavering, “Yes.”The hair in his hand tightened, craning his head back to slant their lips together. “Yeah, you do. My dirty boy. I can’t wait ‘til I’m inside you,” he growled into Noah’s open mouth.Noah groaned at the thought. He wanted Adam inside him, filling him up, holding him down, taking what he wanted. “You can. Fuck me. It’s okay. I want it. I want you.”He canted his hips upward as much as he could, grinding back against Adam’s hard length just in case he wasn’t getting just how willing Noah was.Adam chuckled. “You want it so bad. I bet I could make you beg for it.” Noah shivered. “Yeah. You’d d

NOAHNoah didn’t sleep well in strange beds. Years of foster care, hopping from house to house without ever having a home, had left him with an ever present sense of anxiety about sleeping in any bed but his own. Even when those beds felt like clouds and had pillows with just the right support and sheets with a thread count higher than his credit score. It was why he’d scraped every penny to buy his ugly ass trailer outright, so nobody could take his bed away ever again.But sleeping in anybody’s bed but his own had really never been an issue. Noah didn’t date, didn’t have boyfriends or friends with benefits. That would’ve required having friends, and Noah didn’t have those either. It was easier that way. If you didn’t get close to someone, they couldn’t leave. That was what he told himself.Or, at least, he had before Adam.Noah hadn’t anticipated the sleepover, even when they’d pulled into Adam’s garage. Maybe it had been implied, but Noah hadn’t been in the best headspace after the

“Lower your voice,” August cautioned, leaning back in his seat. “The closer you get to him, the worse it's going to be when you have to let him go. End it. Now. Because if you don’t, we’ll have to tell Dad, and I don’t think you’ll like how he chooses to end it.”Adam shoved his chair away from the table, the feet scraping loudly over the marble floor. “Go ahead. Tell Dad. And while you’re at it, tell him this. I’m keeping Noah. He’s mine.”“He’s not a toy. He’s a human being,” Archer muttered.His rage took hold, his hands fisted at his sides. “He’s mine. I won’t give him up. Don’t push me on this or I swear to fucking God, I’ll burn it all down. Do you hear me? If you make me choose, I’ll choose him.”“You don’t even know him, Adam. And you don’t get to make these decisions for all of us.”Adam stalked towards Atticus, snatching his knife from the wall before storming out of the room. He walked through the kitchen to the garage, pulling a set of keys from the array on the board, cho