Page 35 of Unhinged
“Well, we’ve known each other less than seventy-two hours”—If Noah didn’t count their mutual stalking—“so I wouldn’t worry about buying us a wedding present just yet. Given my history, I think we all know I’ll fuck this up before the week is out.”
“I don’t know. That pic of you two in the diner looked pretty intense. He looks at you like he wants to eat you.”
Adam definitely appeared to like the taste of Noah—told him so each time he swallowed him down—but he didn’t need to feed Bailey’s imagination anymore.
The notifications from his social media accounts were so overwhelming it took him a long time to realize he had a text from Adam.
It simply read:I miss your face.
Noah smiled like an idiot before typing out a message.I get off in three hours.
Adam was typing a response almost immediately.With any luck, we’ll both get off tonight. Send me a picture.
Noah glanced down at his dirty clothes. His hair was greasy from sweat. His face was probably shiny.I’m not camera ready.
Adam: You’re always hot.
Noah rolled his eyes but once more smiled, then snapped a pic of himself lying on the table under the yellow street light illuminating him from overhead, sending it before he could change his mind.
Adam’s reply was almost instant. A pic of him slouched down in the driver’s seat of a vehicle.I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you.
Noah’s face grew warm.Don’t you dare start dirty talking to me when I’m on a break that ends in like ten minutes.
Adam: Buzzkill.
Noah tried and failed to hide his grin. He had never understood those people who met a guy and became instantly consumed by them. Men, to Noah, were a means to an end. Get off and get out. The years of abuse he’d suffered, no matter how much he suppressed it, still affected the way he responded to men and not in a good way. He was one big trauma response wrapped in a blanket of kinks and insecurities. He almost always chose men who were likely to treat him like garbage because it was easier to walk away as soon as he got what he needed from them.
But now, there was Adam, a literal killer masquerading as a spoiled rich kid. Neither of those things should be attractive. But Adam’s dominating personality was just what Noah needed when things got to be too much. When he was talking dirty and pushing Noah to his limits, his brain just went soft in the best ways.
Yeah, Noah was gone on Adam and it had only been two fucking days. Was that a problem? He was surprised to realize…it wasn’t. Not yet.
* * *
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 the backseat, jerking around to see two strangers, mirror images of each other. “There’s two of you,” he mumbled.
They were eerily identical, even the expressions on their faces. They both wore jeans, boots, and t-shirts that showed off their colorful sleeve tattoos. The casual outfits still somehow seemed trendy and reeked of money, especially their trendy thousand-dollar haircuts.
“Well, he can count,” one said.
“That’s a step up from your last hook up,” laughed the other.
Adam huffed out a breath through his nose like he’d been dealing with them for too long. “Fuck off. This is why I didn’t want to bring you two with me.”
The one on the left snickered, making his eyes comically innocent. “Come on, we just want to meet your new special friend. It’s all over the ‘gram.”
Adam cut his eyes to Noah, who had gathered by now that these were two of his brothers. He racked his brain, thinking back to his research. The twins. Adi and Avi or something like that. One was a clothing designer and the other an architect. Wildly successful, just like all of the other Mulvaneys.
