“My turn,” Noah begged, breathing heavy, his erection heavy and leaking. “Please.”
“You want my hand or my mouth,” Adam growled in his ear.
Noah didn’t have to think about his answer. “Hand. I want you still inside me when I come.”
Adam dribbled lube onto his palm and fisted Noah’s cock. It was tight and wet and perfect. “There you go, baby. Fuck my fist. I want to watch you make yourself feel good.”
Noah’s head fell back against Adam’s shoulder, only caring about one thing. He needed to come. He was so ready. He fucked into Adam’s fist, half-bitten moans falling from his lips with each stroke until he started to babble, heavy breaths punctuating every word. “Oh, fuck. Just like that. I’m so close. Oh, fuck. Yes. Adam…”
“Come on, baby. You look so fucking hot like this. Let me see you come. Show me.”
A cry ripped from Noah, pleasure shivering through his whole body as he spilled over Adam’s fingers. He continued to work him until Noah batted his hand away when he became too sensitive.
After a moment, Adam unceremoniously dumped Noah onto the mattress, face first, before blanketing himself over him.Noah shuddered as his cock slipped free. He always hated that part.
“Do you think August is going to pull this off?” Adam finally asked.
Noah’s shoulders lifted in an aborted shrug. “I don’t know. I guess it depends on whether this Lucas guy is the right kind of crazy.”
“What’s the right kind of crazy?” Adam asked, his amusement obvious.
“Well, feeling things is hard for you. Not feeling things is hard for me. But together, we make one barely functioning human. For this to work, August is going to have to find somebody crazy enough to date a homicidal maniac but not so crazy he makes August’s impulse to kill worse.”
“Well, he’s a former FBI agent, so I doubt he’ll use August like an attack dog, but I also find it hard to believe that a cop’s life has fallen so off the rails that dating a serial killer is now on the menu.”
Noah thought about it. “I mean, the guy did ask August out.”
He watched Adam shake his head from the corner of his eye. “No, Augustsaidhe asked him out.”
“August said he asked if it was a date and Lucas said yes,” Noah reminded him.
“Yeah, but August is so smart it sometimes makes him really dumb. He’s very literal. Too much so. This guy could be using my brother, gathering evidence to have us all thrown in jail.”
Noah’s heart rate skyrocketed. “Doesn’t that scare you even a little?”
Adam kissed between Noah’s shoulders. “Nothing scares me except losing you. I doubt they’d let us have conjugal visits in prison since we’re not married.” After a brief pause, he said, “Maybe we should get married?”
Noah laughed. “Did you just propose to me so we can have conjugal visits if August’s new boyfriend has us all thrown in prison?”
Adam’s finger began to draw lines between Noah’s freckles. “I mean, we were going to get married eventually anyway.”
Noah frowned. “We were?”
This was news to him. He always imagined Adam wasn’t the marrying kind.
“Well, yeah. If I die, you need to be protected. My life insurance and my trust fund should go to you. If we were married, you’d be more protected financially.”
Noah simpered. “Aw, all this talk of life insurance and financial protection is making me feel all warm and tingly inside. You’re such a romantic.”
Adam sat up and flipped Noah over, hovering over him. “I don’t know how to be romantic. A piece of paper isn’t going to tell me you’re mine. You just are. But that piece of paper will protect you if anything ever happens to me. It’s okay if you don’t want to. As long as you don’t leave.”
Noah raised his hands and cupped Adam’s face. “I didn’t say I don’t want that. I’ve thought about it. I just didn’t think your proposal would happen because you fear a lack of conjugal visits…or at all, really.”
Adam jumped off him, walking to the corner of the room where there was a safe hidden beneath the floorboards. When he pulled something free and turned around, Noah’s galloping heart began to sprint. Adam had a ring box. He climbed back on the bed and straddled Noah’s belly, opening the box without ceremony. Inside was a chunky brushed nickel ring. “It's not the only reason. I was going to propose to you on your birthday, but given August is dating a cop, it just seems smart to do it now.”
Noah’s heart felt too big for his chest and he willed himself not to cry because, as far as romantic gestures went, this wasthe Adam equivalent of a hot air balloon ride or dropping to one knee on the top of the Eiffel Tower.
“So, do you want to or what?” Adam asked, looking somehow both irritated and intense.
