Outside, Silas motions downward with his hands—a call for silence. I slide the window up to get a better listen as he speaks.
“Before we begin, it appears we are missing two very important guests. Timothy, would you please go see what’s holding our guests of honor up?”
Timothy, sweet, stupid Timothy. He’s been Silas’ lapdog since they first met. Silas barks orders and Timothy wags his tail. Now, though, there are signs of apprehension in his body language as he slides out of his chair. He walks away from the dinner of doom with his head hung low.
I glance at Noah out of the corner of my eye. “One of us should probably take careof that.”
“I’m guessing you want me to do it.” He takes my hand in his. “What happened to us doing this together?”
“There’s not enough time. If he finds Rory, he’ll squeal. If he does that, we lose the element of surprise.”
He grits his teeth, knowing I’m right. “I’ll be back for you. I’m going to go make sure that guy keeps quiet, and then I’m going to find us a car. Go get your sister and nephew and I’ll meet you somewhere.”
He breaks away from me and heads for the door.
“Where?” I ask. “You can’t just say you’re going to meet me and not have a meeting point. That’s just chaos.”
“I thrive in chaos.”
“Yeah, well, but can you survive it?”
“Fine,” he sighs. “Meet me in the parking lot. I hope I can figure out which one of the cars is Silas’ without setting off alarms.”
“He drives a black sedan.”
And then he’s gone, turning around the corner.
“Noah?” I call out as I sprint for the door.
He pokes his head back around the corner. “Yeah?”
I purse my lips in contemplation. “I kind of want to fuck on Silas’ bed.”
He glances at the bed and shakes his head. “No time for that, but I promise if we survive this, you can have this dick anywhere you want. Any time you want.”
That beautiful big-dicked man sure knows how to make my heart melt.
“Stay safe and don’t do anything stupid,” he whispers.
“I can’t make any promises.”
“I’m being serious.” He raises his voice, approaching me. “Where you go, I go. Remember that.” Grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him. “If you get yourself killed, I’ll take everyone in this place out in a blaze of glory and meet you at the gates of heaven.”
“I don’t think we’re going to heaven.”
If looks could save one’s soul, I’d be saved. The clouds roll back, the storm dissipating in Noah’s eyes. There’s a light there that pierces through the darkness. A twinkle that reflects like the gleaming of the sea. Blue eyes unobscured by pain. And it dawns on me, my beautiful broken man isn’t so broken anymore. Makes me yearn for what’s on the other side of tomorrow.
His mouth opens. Falls back closed, a single breath of air wheezing through his lips, warm against my nose. I choke on my breath, waiting, just fucking waiting. Ponder the idea of skipping out of this place in an instant, leaving everyone else behind. When he inevitably lets go, I know I’ll break.
His hand dances along the small of my back, grabbing onto whatever he can. His fingers curl into the thin cotton of my shirt. I place a shaking hand on his chest. Feel his heartbeatraging like a river.
“Noah—”
He throws me against the wall, sending a photo of Silas and his perfect family to the ground. The frame shatters. Noah’s boots crunch over broken glass as he smashes his lips against mine. Breathless, hungry, heaving, like it’s the last time he’ll ever kiss me. Like we both know we’re marching toward the inevitable. This road was only ever going to go one way, and straight to hell it went.
I claw at his chest, begging for an intermission. Just enough to catch my breath. He grants me a quick reprieve, panting as he tightens his grip on me. Then he’s right back at it, wet and wanting, hot and needy, chewing, lapping. We, the insatiable duo, fuck with our mouths. Fuck until there’s nothing left. Fuck until we’re breathless, weak, and ready to march to war—albeit with inconveniently hard cocks.
He leans his head against mine. “Like I said, don’t do anything stupid. Be safe, punk.”
