NOAHNoah had almost made it to his trailer when a beer bottle crashed against its side inches from his head, beer and glass hitting his skin. Noah might have startled if not for Bailey’s little pink pills. It wasn’t the first time a bottle had been chucked at his head, wasn’t even the first time that month. People in cheap strip clubs often made poor decisions.“Hey, you little shit. Don’t you run from me.”Gary whirled him around and slammed him up against the trailer, his head thudding hard enough to make him see little cartoon stars. “Hey, Gary. What’s up?” Noah asked, a giggle falling from his lips.They must have looked comical to outside observers. Gary was a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, and his meaty hand around Noah’s throat might have been able to encircle his whole neck if he wasn’t pressed against the metal siding of his Airstream.Noah’s stomach soured at the stench of sweat and beer and bad breath coming from Gary, who was an inch from his face. “Did you tak
Noah woke to the hinges of his trailer door protesting. He jerked upright, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched a large figure stalk closer. Gary. He scrambled into the corner of his mattress but then ran out of space. It was too late to hide, there was only one way in or out. He slammed his hand down on the light, the forty watt bulb not taking away the horror of the situation but giving it a much more cinematic feel, like a Stanley Kubrick film.Noah wasn’t sure which of them looked more shocked. Him or Adam. When Adam’s face came into view, a shock of awareness ran through Noah, part of him excited but the other half furious he’d just scared the shit out of him. “Did you just break into my house?”Adam frowned, turning back to look at the door like Noah might be talking to somebody else. When he looked back, he shrugged. “Technically, I just pulled really hard and it opened.”Noah’s mouth fell open at the matter-of-fact tone in Adam’s voice. “Have you ever heard of knocki
ADAMAdam woke with his arms around Noah, his body tucked snuggly against him. He was small compared to Adam’s six foot two, but he fit perfectly, allowing Adam to all but envelop him when they spooned. He liked the idea of people having to go through him to get to Noah. It was a foreign concept. He didn’t know how to describe it. From the moment he’d seen him standing there, holding that gun on him, Adam had just known he wasn’t going to let him go.Ever.He nuzzled his nose against Noah’s neck, inhaling deeply. Noah had said he smelled like sweat, which would have been fine with Adam, but it wasn’t true. Noah had his own peculiar scent, something that evoked a sense memory deep in Adam’s lizard brain. Something that made him think home.“Are you sniffing me?” Noah asked sleepily.Adam liked Noah’s voice, not too high, not too deep. Everything about Noah was just right. “Yes.”He felt Noah’s body shake with laughter. “You’re so weird.”Adam grinned, even though Noah couldn’t see it.
Adam blinked at him. “What?”“Bite me, spank me, pull my hair? Tell me I’m bad, tell me all the things you’re gonna do to me. Make me take it. Pin me down by my wrists and trap me against a mattress. Dry hump me until I come?” Adam swallowed audibly, his cock desperately trying to rally at the words falling from Noah’s lips. He leaned forward and nipped his bottom lip, drawing blood, before sucking on it. “Lucky for you, Daddy issues aren’t just for girls.” He held up his wrists, where the blood was starting to pool in the shape of Adam’s hands.“Sorry,” Adam said, not really sorry at all but wishing he was for Noah’s sake. He liked marking Noah, wanted everybody to know he was his to protect.“I just told you, I’m fucked up. I like the pain. The rougher the better. A shrink would have a field day with me.”“You’re not fucked up,” Adam said fiercely. “You’re perfect.”“Said the killer,” Noah said with a smirk. His smile faded as he examined Adam. “You good?”Shock reverberated through
NOAHThe restaurant was nothing fancy, but it was one of Noah’s favorite places. An old school diner with black and white checkered floors and where everything was red and chrome. He’d been frequenting Moe’s since the year after his father died. The wait staff used to give him free food after school because they knew it would likely be his only meal. In all the time he’d been going there, he’d never once set eyes on the man whose name glowed in the window in red neon. He suspected there was no Moe.The scent of maple bacon and buttermilk pancakes hit Noah the moment they walked in the door, making his stomach growl comically loud. Noah was sure everyone could probably hear it over the clanking of forks on plates and the animated conversations of the patrons.Adam was glued to Noah’s back, his hands on Noah’s hips and his chin resting on his head, like they’d been dating for a decade instead of having met less than forty-eight hours ago. Noah felt himself leaning into the reassuring he
Adam snorted a laugh; then took a long drink of his coffee before saying, “Please, my father would never get his hands dirty like that. No, my father trained us to be murderers.”Noah sat on that sentence for a minute. “Us? Like…your brothers?”Adam shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the conversation, like they were discussing traffic. “I mean, you can’t fault his logic. My brothers and I are uniquely qualified to do what we do. And honestly, we turned out better than the doctors could have hoped, given our initial diagnoses.”A finger of unease ran along his spine. “Which was what?”Adam smiled softly, shaking his head. “I told you, I’m a psychopath.”Noah choked on the bite of pancake he’d just forked into his mouth, sparking a coughing fit that drew far more attention than he wanted.When it was over and the others went back to their eggs and toast, Noah managed, “Yeah, but when people say that, it's a joke or exaggeration.”Adam raised his hand to get Cindi’s attention before point
ADAMAdam was well versed in being where he didn’t belong. He’d been breaking into people’s houses almost since he was old enough to cross the street unassisted. Noah clearly had not. He sat beside Adam in the car, staring at Gary’s front door like he expected a SWAT team waited on the other side.Noah’s worried face made Adam want to forget all about the plan. He was sure he could think of something else for the two of them to do, something that didn’t involve triggering Noah’s worst memories. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen.Adam sighed, looking out across the well-manicured lawn of Gary’s ranch style home. The guy was paranoid, but he wasn’t very bright. He had surveillance at every corner of his house. Hell, even his doorbell had a camera, but they were all on his wi-fi. His easily hackable wi-fi. It had only taken Calliope minutes to take control of his feeds and loop them so he’d never know they were there. She’d also run a background check, looked at his bank accounts,
Adam nodded. “Yeah, it's not like in the movies. Sometimes, there’s not going to be a magical paper trail. I did find a hidden laptop that seems promising. I don’t know what’s on it, but chances are, it's nothing good. We just have to hope Calliope can crack the encryption.”With the encryption software blowing their quick in and out timeline, they took their time, searching Gary’s house room by room. While he wasn’t a hoarder by any means, he kept boxes of meaningless papers, each more disappointing than the last. Adam was certain there would be something there. A picture, a video, something. All these creeps kept souvenirs. The laptop had to be the key.They ended their search in the office, scouring the credenza behind the desk, again finding nothing of interest. Adam checked the hard drive. They still had ninety minutes. Shit. Adam opened his mouth to give Noah a time update when he saw him staring at a picture on the wall.He was visibly shaking, his hand reaching up to touch the
AdamAdam’s blood boiled at his brother’s casual threat. Were they trying to intimidate Noah? Scare him? Make him leave? Noah’s thumb began to lazily stroke the side of Adam’s hand, as if he could sense his agitation and wanted him to relax. Maybe he could. Maybe that was Noah’s superpower. He had too much empathy and Adam had none at all. Was that a bad thing? To Adam, it felt like balance. Did Noah feel the same?“I think you’re making our baby brother mad,” Avi said, amused. “He doesn’t like when you threaten his new toy.”Asa snickered. “Atticus said this one is different.”“Well, we know that. When have you ever known Adam to bring home any of his playthings? Hell, when was the last time he even saw the same boy twice? Yet here he is, all tied up in knots over this one in just…what? A week?”Two days. Just two days. But it felt like more. It felt like he’d met Noah a million years ago and they’d been separated all this time. And now, he was back. Back where he belonged. With Adam
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
ADAMAdam slouched in one of his father’s Brabbu dining chairs, knife in hand, casually twisting the point into his fingertip as he eyed his brothers warily. There were only three of them for the time being. At least Atticus hadn’t assembled all the Avengers for his little intervention. His father was also absent, which meant this was a non-sanctioned scolding. That was good to know. Well, maybe.Might as well rip off the Band-Aid. “So, what is it that was important enough for you to call me to Dad’s house in the dead of night?”Atticus ran a hand through his hair, shooting a look at August, like he expected him to be the one to handle Adam. Adam didn’t know why they always thought he needed handling.August arched a brow, shrugging one shoulder. “Don’t look at me. This is your party.”Atticus gave a low grunt of frustration, snagging his phone from in front of him and tapping a few keys before sliding it across the large table to Adam. He picked up the phone and saw several pictures
NOAHNoah’s cheek stung but his cock throbbed from Adam’s slap, and when Adam reached down and wrapped his hands around Noah’s throat, tugging him to his feet, a shiver of awareness shot through his whole body, thoughts of everything but the two of them slipping away.Adam’s mouth took his in a greedy kiss that brought Noah up onto his toes, a tiny whimper escaping. His hand slid from Noah’s throat to grip his chin tightly between thumb and forefinger, holding him in place so he could lick over his bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth before darting his tongue inside once more.Noah’s whole body flushed, pleasure rolling over him. It was hardly Noah’s first kiss. It wasn’t even his first kiss with Adam, but the possessive way he explored Noah’s mouth had him grasping at Adam’s waistband, desperate for something to hold onto.“I want your mouth on me,” Adam murmured into his open mouth. “You can do that for me. Can’t you, baby?”Noah swallowed hard, tongue sliding out to wet his lower