Kozy Kills - Conclusion - Adam & Noah (Patreon)

Adam “Kidnapping you was surprisingly easy,” Adam said, nudging the guy at his feet. The man—Bill—was hog-tied, dripping with sweat, and b

Adam“Kidnapping you was surprisingly easy,” Adam said, nudging the guy at his feet.The man—Bill—was hog-tied, dripping with sweat, and bleeding from a minor head wound, yet still attempting to inch-worm away from him, shouting aggressively behind his gag. Adam couldn’t tell if he was furious or terrified, or some combination of the two, but he wasn’t surprised.The men almost always started with rage then quickly devolved into tears and begging. The women often started with tears but then grew furious when they realized the tactic wouldn’t work. The women died easier and often with more…dignity.At least in Adam’s experience.Maybe he could get August to do a study on it. God knows they had enough anecdotal evidence between his brothers and the murder muppets to draw some kind of conclusion.Noah’s voice pulled him from his musing.“You should be embarrassed, Billy,” he said, stuffing an entire tex-mex egg roll into his mouth.Adam found the action sort of gross, but also weirdly erotic, his mind wandering to just a few hours ago when he’d been stuffing that mouth with his cock until he cried. He shifted uncomfortably, already getting hard at the memory. Could he convince Noah to fuck him in front of Billy before he tortured him?He glanced at him from under heavy lids. Noah’s cheeks were filled with food and Adam watched him chewing like some kind of woodland creature. Nah, probably not. He was too busy making out with his food. The only thing Noah loved more than food was Adam…and their two stinky dogs.Noah was…one of a kind.Still, Adam fixed his husband with a flat stare. When Noah caught his disapproving look, his brows knitted together. “Wah?” he managed, sour cream on his lips.“It’s date night and you can’t even wait for me to finish killing this guy so we can eat together?” Adam teased.He watched, fascinated, as Noah chewed obnoxiously then gulped his food down. God, he loved that little weirdo. Not that Noah would ever believe him. Not really. But it was true.After all their years together, Adam had finally realized that what he felt for Noah was a feeling unlike anything he’d ever felt for anyone. That had to be love. Adam just knew it. But he’d done too good a job of convincing Noah it was impossible.Noah caught him staring and raised a brow. Adam shook his head. Noah seemed content, happy even. And that was all Adam cared about. Noah was all Adam cared about. Noah and those stupid ass dogs.“I’m just pre-gaming cause I know how horny murder makes you, and I need to keep my strength up,” Noah justified, assuming this was still about the food. “Since you have, in fact, been trying to fuck me into a hospital bed all day.”Bill froze on the floor, looking back and forth between the two of them, expression horrified, then attempted to scoot away faster as if he might be next. Adam scoffed. “You wish, Billy.”More disgruntled grumbling sounded from behind the gag, but Adam chose to focus on his husband. “I thought after round three I might have succeeded with the way you were begging and screaming. But you rallied.” To Billy, he said, “You’d never know it from looking at him, but he’s a real animal. I’m not gonna be able to go shirtless for a month. I look like I got mauled by a bear.”“Babe…” Noah said, blushing like Adam had just given him a swoon-worthy compliment. “We both know you’ll now take your shirt off any chance you get. You love showing off your battle scars.”When he reached for another egg roll Adam gaped at him. “Seriously? You already ate dinner like two hours ago.”Noah scoffed. “That was first dinner. This is second dinner.”Adam hooked a brow upward, amused. “Second dinner?”Noah nodded earnestly. “I’m like a hobbit. I require food every couple of hours or I’ll waste away. Look at me, practically a skeleton,” Noah feigned, pulling his t-shirt taut over his slender, but perfectly healthy form. “Don’t food shame me. You’ll give me a complex,” he said, pooching out his lip into a pout. “I’m delicate.”Adam snorted. “Right. I can see how your self-esteem is suffering.”Noah rolled his eyes. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll wait. But this torture thing better not take all night.”“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Adam muttered, then turned towards the center of the room where a large object sat under a heavy blue tarp. Aiden’s newest toy, gifted to them for the night, just for Bill.A shiver of anticipation rolled over him.He’d worried when Aiden married Thomas that his love of creating torture devices, medieval and otherwise, would finally be put to rest. Especially now that fatherhood was a thing. But no, it turns out having an unlimited budget only made Aiden more creative.“What do you think it is?” Noah asked, eyes shining, but still wary.Torture wasn’t his thing, but he sometimes made an exception, like tonight, just to keep Adam company. Noah hopped from the table, walking towards the man of the hour, pushing him with his foot, causing him to let out another string of muffled words.“I can’t believe this is him,” Noah said, wrinkling his nose. “He’s so…boring.”Adam stared down at him. He never tended to notice what his victims looked like. Noah was far more observant about these things. He was like Thomas. He always wanted to know why. Why did people kill? What had triggered them? Were they remorseful?Adam didn’t give a fuck if they repented or not. By the time they reached him it was far too late for that. Still, this time it was personal. This was one of the men Jeffries had used to attempt to…counteract Thomas’s attempts at making the world a better place by creating his own band of remorseless killers, only they had no code.Enough fucking around. Adam stomped to the tarp and yanked. Noah gasped. “Oh, my God. What the fuck is that?”Adam could feel saliva collecting in his mouth, his excitement making his fingers curl at his side. He tried to take in all of it. It looked almost like a chair. Well, it was a chair…of sorts. A large wooden chair with thick arms and a high back and hundreds of inch long spikes just waiting to impale their victim.Adam couldn’t stop himself from pressing his finger to the nail-like protrusions, hissing when blood beaded to the surface. Aiden might not be a psychopath on paper, but he sure had all the markings of one. The design was genius really. The spikes just deep enough to penetrate, but not enough to kill, to hold their victim hostage, but not allow them to bleed out. Every time Adam tortured Bill, every movement would be agony.“Aiden, you beautifully twisted fuck,” Adam said, in wonder, a grin spreading across his face. To Bill, he said, “Oh, this is going to be fun. You ready to have a good time?”“He even put a tarp down underneath the chair,” Noah noted. “He really is thorough.”Adam cut the rope holding Bill’s bound wrists and ankles, then hauled him to his feet.“Well, if we don’t clean up after ourselves, Freckles and Jericho won’t let us play in the murder cabin anymore,” he grunted, maneuvering Bill towards the chair.Bill must have been far more focused on crawling away than he was on Adam’s big reveal—or maybe he just had a bad angle—but now that his gaze fell on the chair with its razor sharp spikes, his eyes went wide and he started to try to wrench himself free from Adam’s grip, screaming behind his gag.Adam sighed, then shoved the man into the chair. Even with the cotton in his mouth his scream was shrill, like an animal. He came up off the chair instinctively and attempted to remove himself from the pain, but Adam just shoved him back, earning another keening wail. But this time, he stayed put, sweat pouring from him. Adam turned to check on Noah who, to his surprise, had a smirk on his face.Adam couldn’t help the way his eyes went wide. “Really? When did you become such a bloodthirsty little monster,” he asked.“Since he chose to fuck with my dad,” Noah said, staring straight into the man’s soul. When Adam said nothing, Noah looked at him and flushed. “I mean, y-your dad…our dad?”Adam snorted. Sometimes he worried Noah loved his father more than him. Or at least as much as him. It annoyed him. He didn’t want to share Noah with anyone, least of all his handsome, billionaire father. Especially knowing what they all thought of Thoms. Adam heard how the feelings faction gushed about the eldest Mulvaney, talking about how hot and sexy he was at any given time.Though—to be fair—that had slowed some since they’d stopped calling him Daddy and started calling him dad. But still, Noah’s loyalty to Thomas was unmatched…even by his children. Adam wasn’t entirely certain Noah wouldn’t have agreed to torture this dude without Adam’s help.Blood now soaked the chair and Bill’s screams had become whimpers, but that wasn’t going to last long. Adam untied his hands, shoving his arm down onto the spiked wood, then binding his wrist with the attached iron cuff, ignoring the man’s howl as new spikes pierced his flesh, then repeated the process with the man’s other three limbs.Once he was bound to the chair by wrist and ankle, Adam pulled his kit from his bag, unrolling it dramatically. Not missing the way Noah rolled his eyes. He often made fun of what he called Adam’s Dexter tools. The fictional serial killer, not their dog. Dexter the dog only had one weapon in his arsenal. Toxic gas. And he wielded it with abandon.“Where should I start, baby?” Adam asked, his fingers dancing over the numerous tools tucked neatly into the leather. His fingers danced over a tool his brothers affectionately referred to as the eyeball scooper, holding it up.“Ew, I said no eyes. I hate eye stuff. Can’t you cut out his tongue or something,” Noah whined.Bill was emerging from his pain induced haze, once more trying to talk. Well, beg. Or scream, maybe. Adam tilted his head, listening attentively for a moment. No, that definitely sounded like begging. Adam grabbed the clamp. “What do you think, Billy boy?”As Adam drew closer, Billy began to recoil almost against his will, causing the nail-like spikes to tear at his skin. Adam cut the gag free, noting the indentation the fabric had left on the older man’s sweat soaked face. “I bet all those teenage girls you murdered never even saw you coming. You’re so…forgettable,” Adam said.He really was. Gray hair, already receding, doughy face, watery eyes, five o’clock shadow. He looked like everyone and no one. There wasn’t a thing about him that drew suspicion.“That’s why I never got caught,” he rasped.“Yet here you are,” Adam said. “I’m curious. How did you resist temptation? Did being a high school science teacher make it easier to hunt or harder? It seems kind of like an alcoholic asking to work in a bar. How did you manage to resist killing too close to home.”Bill’s head was bobbing on his shoulders now, probably woozy from the blood loss. While Adam was certain Aiden set every one of those protrusions to avoid major arteries, there was a chance the man had punctured something while he squirmed. Adam didn’t care if the man bled to death, but he knew Noah wanted him to suffer.Still, Adam took his burner phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Aiden. He would enjoy seeing his work in action. Just when he was certain the man was too far gone to answer, he said, “Jeffries…there’s a code. We can only kill…when…”“When…” Adam prompted, slapping the man in the face when he started to lose consciousness.“When it’s our turn. It’s how we avoid getting caught. He taught us…”A flash of fury ignited within him when he heard the fondness in the man’s tone as he talked about Jeffries, the man who had made Thomas’s life hell.“So, no honor among thieves but there is amongst murderers. Fascinating,” Adam said, growing bored.“You’re murderers, too,” Bill said, breath growing ragged.Adam shrugged. “I don’t dispute that.”“I do,” Noah said. “We kill people like you. Monsters. People who prey on the weak and vulnerable. People like you and Jeffries. And when we find the rest of your fucked up little crew we’ll kill them too.”The man laughed. “The minute I turn up dead, my brothers will scatter to the farthest reaches of the world.”“My father’s a billionaire,” Adam said. “We have a private jet and a shocking number of airline miles. No matter where they hide, we’ll find them and kill them. Just like you.”Noah wandered forward, crouching in front of Bill. “But…if you tell us where the others are, we’ll let you die quickly.”Bill scoffed. “Fuck you.”Noah’s lip curled in disgust. “You’re not my type, Billy.”Adam grinned. “Guess we’re doing this the fun way. What was it you wanted, baby?”Noah leaned into Bill’s face as he stood up. “His tongue. Since he clearly doesn’t need it anyway.”Adam opened and closed the clamp in his hand a few times, then turned back to grab what looked like rusty pruning shears. He knew they were agonizingly dull. He liked when it took longer to saw through whatever appendage they were losing. He liked the way they screamed.“Baby, can you be a doll and help him open his mouth?” Adam crooned.Noah poked Bill in the cheek. “Sure.”He walked behind Bill, then dug his fingers into either side of his jaw until the man had no choice but to open up. Once Adam had the clamp in place, he waited for Noah to let go and walk away.While Noah had grown far more accustomed to torture and murder than Adam had ever dared imagine, the truly wet work just wasn’t for him.Fuck, Adam loved that about Noah.There was something so hot about how he was so soft but so determined to avenge Thomas. Noah could be so lethal when it came to the people he loved.Adam tuned out Bill’s screams as he went to work severing the man’s tongue. Noah stood off to the side, fingers in his ears, not watching the proceedings.As soon as Adam finished, Bill quickly bled out from the arterial wound. Adam grimaced, dropping the tongue onto the tarp and moving to the sink to wash up. The nice thing about the murder cabin is it was equipped for even the bloodiest of cleanups.Freckles was a pain in the ass, but he was meticulous. And while he lacked the initiative or know-how to build anything, he’d been smart enough to marry someone blue collar enough to build or fix just about anything.As soon as Adam washed up, he peeled his now soiled shirt over his head, walking to the duffle bag that had a change of clothes inside. He didn’t get very far. Before he could grab a new shirt, Noah’s arms wrapped around him from behind, lips warm against Adam’s spine, fingers splaying across his belly.“Whacha doing?” Adam asked, eyes floating closed as Noah’s palms slid upwards, his fingers teasing over his nipples exactly the way he liked.“Nothing,” he murmured, lips moving against his back.Adam smiled, cock already hardening as Noah pinched then soothed over the tight peaks, lips dragging against his spine. “Nothing, huh.” Adam hissed in surprise as Noah’s teeth sank into the meat of his shoulder wet tongue laving over the indents he left behind. “You can’t seriously want me to fuck you again. I don’t think we’ve ever gone four times in one day.”“Our honeymoon,” Noah recalled.Adam laughed. “Oh, yeah. Does that count though? We never even left the hotel room. We could have fucked five times or fifty. We didn’t even know what day it was.”Noah sighed, moving around Adam to sit on the bench in front of him, already going for his belt as he placed open mouthed kisses below his belly button. “It was amazing,” Noah breathed, fingers curling into Adam’s jeans and underwear, dragging them to mid thigh, kissing softly over each hip-bone in a way that already had Adam leaking.He glanced over at the remnants of Bill. “You sure you don’t want to go do this in the car?”Noah’s gaze flicked upwards, his irritation obvious. “Do you want me to blow you or not?”Adam scoffed, fisting the base of his cock and pressing the head against Noah’s lips. “I’m not even going to justify that with an answer.” Noah practically purred, then kitten licked over the head, teasing his tongue into the slit to gather his precum. He stuck his tongue out to show Adam the drops gathered there, staring up at him with wide eyes.Adam leaned down and sucked them clean, then stood, slapping his heavy cock against Noah’s soft tongue, using his other hand to pet through his hair. “So pretty…” he mused. “My pretty little whore. Always so eager to choke on my cock, huh?”Noah’s whimper reverberated through him, making him groan. When Noah tried to take him deeper, he fisted his hair, holding him still, pulling free of his mouth. “Beg.”Noah’s pupils were blown wide, needy black pools staring up at him in desperation. “Please…” he said, voice catching on a sob.God, he was so good at playing the victim. Adam sneered, rubbing his spit-slick head against Noah’s cheek, throbbing at the slick trail of saliva left behind. “You can do better than that,” he taunted. “Unless you don’t want it.”Noah gasped as Adam made like he was going to pull his pants back up from where they caught around his thighs. He caught his hands, voice pleading, “Please, please, baby. I want it. I want it so bad. Want you. Need you. Please…”Adam studied Noah with a cold indifference he knew made his pulse race. “What is it you want so bad…” he asked, jerking himself slowly. “Do you want my cum? Open your mouth, I’ll feed it to you after I get myself off. I’ll even let you watch.”Noah whined in frustration, pressing a palm to his own hard cock, like he needed the pressure and friction. “No. I want to suck you, I want to choke on your cock. I want you to fuck my mouth so hard I can’t talk in the morning. Please, Adam,” Noah begged, sounding frantic. “Please.”Fuck. He was perfect. So fucking perfect. “Okay, baby. Since you begged so sweetly, I’ll let you. But I’m not going to stop until I come down your tight little throat. And you better not waste a single drop. Understand?”Noah nodded, eyes growing hazy. Yeah, he was already floating away to that place he went whenever they played like this. Adam dragged Noah’s head forward driving into his throat in one hard thrust, both of them groaning. Adam’s eyes rolled at the wet heat of Noah’s mouth, the way his soft tongue struggled against the underside of his cock as he swallowed convulsively.“Fuck,” he muttered. “That’s it. Good boy. You always take it so well.” Noah whimpered, his hands wrapping around to grip Adam’s bare ass, trying to pull him even closer. But there was no closer. Adam pulled out, then slid back in, again and again, pressing impossibly deep until Noah gagged and his fingers clawed at Adam’s flesh.He peered down at him, expression void. “Tapping out already, baby? Just a few thrusts and you’re already gagging?” he tsked. “You said you wanted this, begged for it. And I was nice enough to give it to you.”Noah’s gaze flew to his, eyes wide, tears streaming as his breath escaped through his nose. Adam pulled free abruptly, nostrils flaring as drool ran from the corners of Noah’s lips.Noah sobbed, lips quivering. Fuck. “I do. I do. I’ll do better. Please.”Adam gripped Noah’s hair tighter, rubbing his dick over his cheeks, lips and chin, something igniting in his blood as Noah leaned into it like Adam’s cock was something sacred. Still, teasing Noah like this turned him on in a way he could never explain. “I don’t think you want it bad enough. You’re not even trying. Maybe I should just jerk off on you instead.”Noah sobbed harder, tears streaming, lips quivering. Fuck, he was beautiful. “I do. I am. I will,” Noah swore, throat hoarse. “Please. Give me another chance. Please…Adam. Please?”Adam was not going to last if Noah kept babbling like that. Even after all these years, he knew just what to say to bring Adam to the edge of his sanity. “Okay, baby,” he soothed, petting over his messy face. “One more chance. But you better fucking dazzle me or I’ll just take care of myself. Understand?”Noah bobbed his head as best he could. “Yes. Yes. Thank you.”Adam snickered. “My little cock slut is so polite,” he taunted. “Open your fucking mouth.” Noah’s mouth was hinging open before Adam could even finish speaking. “Wider.”Noah made another sound of frustration, squirming, a wet spot forming on his well worn jeans. “Already leaking so much. Look how fucking wet you are. So desperate. Does sucking me off get you going that much?”Noah nodded, face flushing as if embarrassed.“Aww, so dirty. Does everybody know all the dirty fucking things you do for me? Huh? How you let me use you and degrade you? How your so fucking desperate for my cock you’ll suck me off next to a dead fucking body.”Adam worried maybe he was pushing it too far, but Noah rewarded him with another keening whine, the wet spot on his jeans blooming. Jesus.Adam couldn’t wait any longer. He slid back into the perfect heat of Noah’s mouth, using his hair to guide him up and down his dick a few times. Noah’s lids fluttered closed, his jaw going slack as he let Adam use him roughly. He gripped Noah’s head with both hands, pressing deeper and deeper until he could feel Noah’s breath against his skin, his lips teasing around the base of his cock.Adam fucking groaned at the tight squeeze of Noah’s throat spasming reflexively around him. He was so hot, so wet Adam’s toes were curling in his boots, his legs starting to shake. “Fuck. That’s good. That’s so good, baby. Look at me.”Noah’s gaze flicked upward, but he was so gone, lost in his own head, tears streaming down his face, saliva dripping down his chin. He was a wreck. Adam’s wreck. His pretty little whore. His husband. His everything. Fuck. He was already so close.Noah started to whine, fingers scratching at Adam’s thighs. He backed off enough to let him breath, fucking back into his lips with shallow, teasing thrusts. Noah’s fingers went for his own zipper, still sucking and nuzzling greedily at Adam’s cock as he freed himself from his jeans, whining around Adam’s cock as his palm closed around his own aching dick.“So dirty,” Adam said, loosening his grip on Noah’s hair. “Feel good, baby? You like touching yourself? Jerking off with my cock in your mouth?”Noah moaned like a porn star, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head, working Adam’s dick without any prompting. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect. That’s it. That’s my good boy. Keep sucking, I’m so close. You’re doing so good. Think you can make me come before you do, baby?”Noah redoubled his efforts and Adam’s knees almost gave out, heat pooling in his belly and at the base of his spine, every draw from Noah’s lips shooting molten fire through his veins. Adam started working himself between his lips once more, the only sounds his ragged breathing and the almost vulgar sucking sounds of Noah’s mouth sucking him as he jerked himself roughly.“You’re doing so good. Come on. Just a little more,” Adam coaxed, more for Noah’s benefit than his own. Noah wanted to be used, but he wanted to be praised as well. “You look so pretty like this,” he panted, losing his ability to stay in character as his orgasm barreled closer. “My pretty whore. My pretty baby. Let me hear you come, baby.”Noah’s noises were high pitched and frantic, his movements jerky. None of that mattered. Adam wasn’t lying, he was teetering on the edge. So close. So fucking close. He just…he just needed… Noah moaned loudly one last time. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, that’s it, swallow it all,” he groaned as he came, fingers fisting Noah’s hair almost hard enough to tear it loose, flooding Noah’s mouth.Noah cried out around him, spilling over his fist, working himself as he sucked down every last drop of Adam’s release.When Adam pulled free, Noah rested his forehead against his hip, sucking in ragged breaths. Adam stroked his hair gently, giving him a chance to come down. “You okay, baby?”Noah nodded, but didn’t say anything, stroking Adam’s leg over his jeans. Finally, he leaned back, looking up at Adam with a fondness he probably didn’t deserve. “Now will you feed me?”Adam snorted, tugging Noah to his feet so he could kiss his messy face, sucking the taste of himself off Noah’s tongue. “Yes, you little perv. Now, I’ll feed you.”They didn’t eat though. Not right away. They stood there, holding each other, just breathing in each other’s air. “I love you,” Noah said against his chest.“I love you, too,” Adam said reflexively.“Do you think we’re being selfish,” Noah asked out of nowhere.Adam pushed him back enough to see his face. “What?”“Do you think we’re being selfish by not having kids?” Noah clarified.“Can we not talk about kids with our dicks out?” Adam said, pulling back and rearranging his clothes, then pulling Noah to his feet and doing the same for him. He stood obediently, letting Adam take care of him. Once their clothing was righted, Adam said, “Where’s this coming from?”Noah sighed, sitting back on the bench, looking anywhere but at Adam. “Jeffries created his own family of psychopaths to counteract Thomas’s good in the world. If Thomas hadn’t taken you guys in, raised you the way he did, you could have been like him. Like…them. Like the monsters we kill every single day.”“But I’m not.”“No, because of dad. But there’s others out there. Kids like you and your brothers. Kids that don’t have a Thomas.”Adam sat hard on the bench beside Noah. “Are you saying you want to adopt…psychopaths? Baby ones?”“I-” Noah deflated. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”“I thought you didn’t want kids,” Adam said, trying hard to keep up with the sudden shift in conversations while still cum-drunk and barely able to form a cohesive thought.“I want kids. I don’t want the anxiety of worrying that every time our kids leave the house someone could hurt them like Holt did to me. Predators are everywhere.”Adam frowned. “You think you’ll be less anxious if our kids were…psychopaths.”Noah made a noise of frustration. “I think Thomas taught you to rein in your impulses, but I know you would have defended yourselves by any means necessary. Hell, look at Archer. When someone tried to hurt him, he killed them and he was barely out of kindergarten.”Adam sat, dumbfounded. “You want to adopt kids…now? Psychopaths. You want us to raise them as killers?”Noah sighed, taking Adam’s hands. “No. Not now. But…maybe someday.”“You want to be the next Thomas?” Adam said, voice dull.Noah gave him a pleading look. “Maybe. Do you hate that idea?”Did he? He’d had a good childhood. An unconventional childhood, for sure. As much as he had no ability to love his brothers in the traditional sense, he’d been grateful to have them growing up. It was nice having people who understood him, who’d been where he was. As the baby of the family, he’d had far more advantages. Thomas had worked out all the kinks to his program by the time he’d arrived. And they’d all doted on him in their own way. Even Aiden.“I don’t hate the idea…” he managed. “But I don’t know if I would be okay sharing you.”Noah patted his cheek. “You already share me. The Mulvaney’s are growing more and more every day. It’s getting to the point where your father is talking about expanding the mansion just so everyone has a place to sleep on holidays. You share me with Sadie and Dexter too.”Adam didn’t know why he was even talking about this. “You know I can’t say no to you. If you want this, we’ll do it.”Noah shook his head. “I want us both to want this…someday. I just want a maybe…”Adam snickered. “A maybe baby?”“No babies. Just older kids. Ones who already show symptoms. Let’s just think about it for a while. Okay? I just want a maybe.”Adam kissed Noah’s nose. “Okay. Maybe.”Noah snuggled into his arms, pressing a face to his bare chest, giving a contented sigh. “Thank you.”Adam kissed the top of his head. “For what?”“For maybe loving me.”“I definitely love you,” Adam said without thought.Noah sat back, frowning. “What?”Adam met his gaze. “I love you. No maybe’s. I just love you. Okay?”Noah stared, mouth gaping, then returned to his arms, nestling deeper and sighing contentedly. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s okay.”“Good. Now let's eat so we can get rid of this corpse and go to bed.”Noah nuzzled his neck. “Sounds perfect.”