Unhinged, page 9
Noah moaned, hips spasming at Adam’s words, working his cock against the sheet, not even caring how desperate he looked. Adam bit at his throat and shoulder hard enough to make Noah cry out.
“Yeah, be loud for me. Fuck, I love it. I’m going to make a mess of you.”
Noah’s eyes rolled as a shudder tore through him. Adam forced two fingers into his mouth, working them in and out in time with his thrusts. “Suck,” he rasped. Noah did as Adam demanded. “Good boy. That’s it. Suck my fingers like you suck my cock. So fucking good for me. You’re gonna make me come.”
Noah whined around his fingers as Adam started to move faster, worked his thighs wider, so he could get better traction to drive against him. Just thinking about Adam fucking into him with those same long, sure strokes made him crazy, his trapped cock throbbing, his toes curling, his hands fisting the sheets.
Adam came with a harsh shout, spilling between them, sinking his teeth into Noah’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. He then collapsed onto Noah, breathing hard. He slipped his fingers free of Noah’s mouth, using the hand in his hair to crane his head back for another greedy kiss. “Sorry. I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
Noah flushed, grateful the room was dark. Adam’s weight disappeared, and then Noah was being flipped over. He cried out as his aching cock was enveloped in the wet heat of Adam’s mouth. “Oh, fuck,” he managed, breathing ragged as pleasure shot sparks along his nerve endings. “This is gonna last, like, thirty seconds,” he warned.
Adam pulled off him with a pop, grinning up at him. “Then I’m doing something right.”
Noah’s eyes rolled as the wet suction resumed. “Hnf. Oh.”
Noah’s heels hit the mattress, unable to keep still. Adam blew him with the same confidence he had in every other aspect of his life, and it was so goddamn sexy.
When he knew Noah’s eyes were on him, he’d look up, teasing the tip of his cock as one hand held his weight and the other teased his balls. Noah couldn’t stop his hips from bucking upwards, working himself in and out of Adam’s mouth. He braced both hands on the bed, letting Noah fuck into him, that perfect suction never wavering.
Noah’s hands contracted in Adam’s hair. “Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Hnf. Yes. Oh, my God, just like that. Yes. Yes. Oh. Fuck. Oh… Fuck.” Heat shot along Noah’s spine. “I’m gonna come,” he warned, trying to pull free.
Adam pinned his hips, taking Noah deeper, swallowing around his cock, the muscles of his throat convulsing around him. Noah gasped as he came, flooding Adam’s mouth. Adam still didn’t stop, just kept sucking, like he was trying to pull every last drop from Noah, until he hissed and pushed at his shoulder.
Adam finally collapsed beside him, chest heaving, a ridiculous grin on his face. “Sorry.”
Noah stretched his limbs until they popped, giving Adam a rueful smile. “You don’t look sorry.”
When Adam gathered Noah into his arms, he didn’t protest. “I’m not sorry at all. What was I supposed to do with you all naked and warm in my bed?”
“I can see your dilemma,” Noah deadpanned. “In the future, I have no problem being woken up like that.”
“In the future, huh?”
Noah flushed. “Well…if there’s another—”
“Oh, there’s going to be another…and another…and another. I told you, you’re mine now. Deal with it.”
“What did your brothers want?” Noah asked.
“They saw our pictures online.”
Noah frowned, craning his head to look upwards at Adam’s face. “We have pictures online?”
“Oh, yeah. Apparently, I’m a lot more interesting now that I have you as my boyfriend.”
“I think you have that backwards,” Noah said, trying to understand why anybody would think them having breakfast was picture worthy. Though, maybe it was just those girls.
Adam scoffed. “Nope. It’s you. You’re just too cute for me to let you outside. Those big brown eyes. Those fucking freckles. It's too dangerous out there for you.”
“One, I can take care of myself. Two, I’m dating a murderer. How much more dangerous could it get? I could be one of those fucking weirdos who dangles off towers and bridges for YouTube likes, but I’m not. For me, I think I’ve hit maximum danger levels.” Noah placed his hand over the butterfly on Adam’s chest.
“I just don’t like the idea of you being free out in the world where anything could happen to you,” Adam said sleepily. “You could get hit by a bus, or a plane engine could drop on your head, or you could be kidnapped by a vicious biker gang.”
Noah snickered. “Were you drinking at your dad’s house?”
“Definitely not.”
“Your brothers were mad because there are pictures of us online?”
Adam sighed, his arms tightening around him. “No, they’re mad that I’m dating the son of somebody I killed. They said it makes things messy.”
Noah’s heartbeat spiked, a shock of fear ricocheting through him. It was a gross overreaction given how little time they’d spent in each other’s presence but Noah couldn’t stop the strange sense of panic welling inside him. “What did you say?”
“I told them to fuck off and that you weren’t going anywhere and they could deal with it.”
“You told a group of psychopaths to ‘deal with it’?”
“I told my dumbass brothers to deal with it. Then I talked to my dad who said he’d talk to them,” Adam clarified.
“But your dad is okay with this? Us?”
“My dad trusts my judgment. My brothers don’t. He knows I wouldn’t do anything to hurt the family and I promised him you wouldn’t either.”
Noah had no interest in harming anybody in the Mulvaney family, but there seemed to be an underlying threat in Adam’s casual statement. Maybe Noah was just being paranoid.
“What do we do with the stuff we found tonight? The hard drives?” Noah asked, needing a change in subject.
“I gave them to Calliope to try to decrypt. It’s going to take some time, though, especially since we didn’t get the whole hard drive from the laptop. But if anybody is going to find something, it's her. I also have her working on figuring out who our mystery guy was at Gary’s house tonight. In the meantime, I think maybe we should try to rundown the weird key. It could be nothing, but it could be everything.”
“I have to work tomorrow,” Noah said, heart squeezing at the thought of dealing with another night of Gary’s physical and verbal abuse.
“Why not just quit?” Adam asked.
Noah frowned. “Because I have bills to pay.”
“You could work literally anywhere else and make more money.”
Adam wasn’t wrong. He had worked other places, better places. But those places hadn't let him park his trailer in their parking lot. He'd been willing to take a shitty job for a place to park. But now that he knew the truth, he wasn’t leaving until he made Gary pay for what he’d done. He couldn’t. “I need to keep close to him. As long as I’m watching he can’t surprise me or anybody else.”
Adam carded his fingers through his hair. “If he hurts you, I’ll put him through a meat grinder. Alive. Slowly.”
“If he hurts me, I’ll help you,” Noah promised before a yawn overtook him, jaw cracking loudly in the quiet. “Can we go to sleep now?”
Adam kissed the top of his head. “Yeah. But I’m the little spoon tonight.”
“We’ll look ridiculous,” Noah mused.
“To who?” Adam asked.
With that, he flipped over, shoving his ass back against Noah, who snorted, shaking his head. He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against the spot between Adam’s shoulder blades, dropping a kiss there and letting his eyes fall shut, surprised when, once more, he started to fall asleep.
“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-apocalyptic wasteland. Its garish brick-red paint peeled from the moldy walls in strips, the film on the windows bubbled and warped. Even the lot itself was a minefield of potholes and broken wheel stops.
Adam did not like the idea of Noah living there. Even the strip mall that had once held a bail bondsman, an attorney, and a gun store had long since closed up shop, leaving Gary’s as the sole survivor. How bad did a place have to be for a bail bondsman to leave?
Still, Adam grinned, nuzzling behind Noah’s ear. “I mean, several people could live off mine. But you’re the only one I’m extending the offer to.”
Noah moaned as Adam’s tongue traced the shell of his ear. “As much as I’d love to be your sugar baby, I can’t just quit the day after we break into Gary’s house.”
“He’s not going to notice we were there,” Adam assured him. “A broken picture doesn’t equal a home invasion.”
Noah tilted his head, letting Adam’s mouth explore the column of his throat. “I can’t risk it. He already accused me of stealing his backpack full of cash and guns.”
Adam chuckled. “To be fair, you did steal his backpack full of cash and guns.”
He threaded his fingers into Noah’s hair, turning his head for a kiss that lingered. He couldn’t keep his hands off him. He wanted to taste every part of him, touch every part of him, crawl inside him and live in his skin.
When Noah whined into Adam’s mouth, their lazy kiss turned dirty, his hand sliding up Noah’s thigh to run his thumb along the rigid outline of his dick in his jeans. “Fuck, you’re already hard,” he growled against his lips. “I can take care of that for you if you just quit your job. I have a whole list of things I want to do to you. Unbutton your pants and we’ll start right now,” he vowed.
Noah ground himself against Adam’s palm briefly, but then tore his mouth away. Adam was undeterred, biting at his jaw, his ear, any place he had access to.
“No. No. No,” Noah said, pushing his palm into Adam’s face and physically pushing him back to his side of the vehicle. Adam licked Noah’s palm as he said, “You cannot seduce me to get what you want.”
Adam frowned. “Why not?”
Noah gave him an exasperated look. “You know, you don’t have to tell anybody that you’re a rich kid. You’ve clearly never heard the word no.”
Adam scoffed. “Of course, I have. I mean, never in reference to sex with me, but I’m familiar with the concept.”
Noah rolled his eyes. “You’re so weird. I’m getting out of this car now before I let you convince me to do something stupid, like quit my job and be your full-time rent boy.”
Adam huffed out a sigh. “I don’t see what’s so wrong with being my full-time rent boy. I would offer you a very generous compensation package.”
Noah’s gaze dipped to Adam’s crotch. “I’m very familiar with your generous ‘compensation package’ but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your offer at this time.”
Adam groaned. “Fine, but I’m picking you up after work and you’re coming home with me.”
Noah swayed forward and smacked a kiss on Adam’s pouting lips. “I’m off at ten. Could you try to drive a less conspicuous car to pick me up? People are going to think I’m banging a drug dealer and try to roll me in the alley.”
The idea of Noah getting beat up caused a strange feeling to fill his chest. “I will disembowel anybody who so much as messes up your hair.”
Noah pretended to swoon. “Who says romance is dead?”
Adam narrowed his eyes at Noah. “I feel like you’re making fun of me, but I can’t tell.”
Noah smiled big enough for tiny wrinkles to form on his nose and at the corners of his eyes. “If you’re ever unsure, just ask. But, in this particular case, I’m definitely making fun of you. But in a good way.”
“There’s a good way to make fun of somebody?” Adam asked, dubious.
“Of course.” Noah grabbed the handle on the door, but it wouldn’t give. “Can I get out, please?”
“No.”
“Adam.”
“Fine. Have a good night, I guess.”
Noah kissed him once more. “You’re ridiculous. Try not to miss me too much.”
“Impossible.”
Noah climbed from the car, giving Adam one last wave before bounding up the tiny staircase to his door and disappearing inside. Adam didn’t like Noah living in that flimsy trailer. He wondered if he could convince him to just move in or at least buy him a nicer trailer. That thing looked like it cost less than a month’s rent on Adam’s place. Though, he honestly had no idea how much his rent was. His father’s bookkeeper paid his bills.
He pulled out of the lot and was just heading onto the freeway when his phone rang.
Calliope.
He jabbed the button on the steering wheel, saying, “Tell me you’ve got something I can work with.”
There was a sigh of disappointment all around Adam before her voice poured from the Bose audio system. “Hello, Calliope. How are you? I’m well, Adam. Thank you ever so much for asking. And you?” Her voice was saccharine.
Adam sighed. “Hello, Calliope. How are you?” he asked dutifully.
She gave a put upon sigh. “Terrible. The store was out of my favorite Arctic Fox hair color—Poison in case you were wondering.” He wasn’t. “Then I broke a nail trying to open my Diet Coke, found a screw in my tire, found out my ex-husband died, and got a paper cut opening my mail just to find out it was some company asking about my car’s extended warranty.”
Adam blinked. One of those things was not like the others. “I’m sorry to hear your ex-husband died?” he asked.
She scoffed. “Me too. I thought the son of a bitch died five years ago. Guess I should have checked for a pulse before I left.”
Adam had no idea whether she was joking or not. It really was a crap shoot with Calliope. “This is why I never ask how you are,” he said, voice flat. “In case you were wondering.”
Calliope gave a delicate sniff. “You’re a rude and ungrateful child. Your father should have quit while he was ahead.”
Adam laughed. “You know you don’t mean that. Do I not buy you all the best Funko Pop dolls for your collection?”
Calliope gave a deeply bothered sigh. “I suppose.”
Adam shook his head, changing lanes to avoid getting stuck behind a minivan with a stick figure family getting eaten by zombies. “Calliope?”
“Yes, Adam?” she said, as breathlessly as if she thought he was about to propose.
“Did you find anything?”
There was the sound of a chair spinning. “No. Well, nothing related to Noah’s pervert party guest list. This Gary is no choir boy. He’s been in and out of prison for numerous petty crimes. Has a couple of domestic violence collars. The Secret Service is investigating him for money laundering, and his club has received numerous violations from the health inspector.”
“Yet, he has NSA-level encryption software.”
“All the most depraved losers do,” Calliope said.
“There has to be something on those hard drives. Something that proves what a piece of shit he is.”
“Proves to who? We know he’s a perv. You said Noah was one of his victims. Why not just put him down and be done with it?”
Adam shook his head. “Because he wasn’t the only one.”
There was a pause. “What?”
“Noah says there were others. Some participated, some only watched, but they’re all equally guilty.”
“Can’t you just torture the information out of him?”
“Yeah, obviously. But with these guys, it's hit or miss. Some of them sing at the first sign of a scalpel. Others, they’ll let you carve them like a Thanksgiving turkey and never give up a single thing. I can’t believe I’m going to say this but—in this one particular case—torture is a last resort.”
“I suppose,” she said begrudgingly, then, “Poor Noah.”
Poor Noah. Noah was strong. Tough. Had somehow managed to endure unspeakable things and still move on with his life with his psyche still somewhat intact, all without the help of anybody. No friends. No family. Nobody at all.
Something started to scratch at the back of Adam’s brain. “Noah’s dad, Wayne Holt. He was a school teacher, right?”
“Yeah, for a while. That’s what put him on your dad’s radar. He’d been repeatedly let go from various schools and, somehow, landed at Our Lady of Sorrows where he stayed and flourished for almost a decade. Your father was introduced to him by a friend of a friend, and it set off Thomas’s spidey senses. Why? What are you thinking?”
“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.”
