The idea that Milo knew something about Adam that I didn’t? It… it grated.
“You know what,” I snapped, surging to my feet. “I don’t care. Keep all your secrets. I’m going to bed.”
What I really wanted was a drink. Bed wasn’t quite a substitute but it would have to do. The alcohol in the penthouse—what I’d seen of it—was under lock and key. The rest had been thrown out. No one trusted me.
The anger revved inside of me as my thoughts continued to collide. Pivoting on my heel, I stalked out of the living room and headed for the stairs.
“Ezra…” Adam called, aggrieved didn’t begin to cover his tone. No. He didn’t get to fucking do that. I was the injured party here. Him keeping secrets.
Again.
It wasn’t until I hit the top step that I realized he wasn’t even bothering to follow me. Pain stabbed right through the fury in my system to impale my heart. The emotional wound only made it pound more furiously.
Fuck, I would kill for a drink. I slammed the door on the bedroom that Adam and I had been sharing for the past few weeks. The fact Bodhi had given it to “us” hadn’t really registered at first.
But Adam hadn’t skipped out of the room or told me to sleep in here by myself. Didn’t stop him from keeping secrets. I slammed the door behind me, then turned the lock.
It was petty as fuck.
At the same time, it was ridiculously satisfying. I leaned back against it and dragged in a couple of deep breaths. My eyes burned with the tears I refused to shed.
I shoved away from the door, stripping off my clothes on the way to the shower. As much as I hated cold ones, I needed to clear the cobwebs. I needed to—
The crash of the door opening behind me jerked me around. I forgot how to breathe as Adam glared at me. His blue-violet eyes were so dark, I swallowed convulsively.
Adam was pissed.
He stalked across the room after me.
Apprehension shivered up my spine. I opened my mouth, but he raised a finger and silenced me in one motion.
My teeth clacked together when I snapped my jaw shut. Then Adam was just there, invading my space. He half-ripped the shirt from my hand and flung it away before he pinned me to a wall.
The weight of his hand on my chest burned me. Nose to nose, he locked his gaze on mine and it didn’t matter how angry I was, I couldn’t look away from him if I tried.
“You piss me off so fucking much,” Adam snarled, the coffee on his breath teased my nostrils. It added to the rich earthy scent of him. Oak and amber, all underscored with sage.
Filling my lungs with the smell of him was a cleansing experience. It didn’t even matter that he was glaring at me right now. The vein in his forehead throbbed, and a muscle in Adam’s cheek jumped.
He was livid.
My dick began to pulse in time with that angry vein. I wanted to lick it.
Lick him.
More—
“You’re not even listening to me.” It was like I’d unlocked some new level of rage intimacy with my best friend.
“You’re pissed,” I said, belatedly trying to fill in the blanks. “I piss you off so much.” Wonder filled me and I grinned.
His eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you smiling at?”
“I make you crazy,” I said, suddenly delighted. “I do, don’t I?”
Seemingly speechless, Adam just gawked at me. It was a heady sensation. I made Adam crazy.
“It’s good,” I whispered, then surged forward to kiss him. Shock seemed to hold Adam captive, his mouth hard and unyielding. Like the rest of him.
Where Lainey was soft and had curves I couldn’t wait to fondle, Adam was a brick wall. Dense muscle, physically fit to an extreme I doubted most ever saw. But then I’d worked out with him, grappled with him, and I knew his body.
Fuck, I’d gotten to suck his cock. My dick went rock hard and the zipper of my jeans threatened to leave an imprint. I licked at Adam’s lips and he went from frozen to motion.
His hand fisted in my hair as he wrapped his free hand around my throat. All those fucking control issues. We were so goddamn damaged.
It was sexy as fuck.
The pressure of his erection ground against mine as he opened his mouth. Then his tongue was staging an invasion as he took over the kiss. Every stroke of his lips to mine was a hot demand. Our tongues dueled as he thrust his hips against me.
An errant image of him going to his knees for me when I’d been in the bathroom, him sucking me off after that handjob damn near finished me had me groaning.
“I want you,” I managed to get the words out in between his hot, demanding kisses. He growled when I would have pushed him back. There was just something incredibly appealing about Adam pushed to his limits.
I’d always thought he was sexy as fuck when Lainey drove him to distraction. Now I got to do it…
That lit a sparkler in me like it was the Fourth of July.
“Shut the fuck up,” Adam groaned as he kissed me again. The force took all of my breath and then he jerked back before giving me a once over.
