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Vincent’s eyes widened with relief and gratitude as a smile found its way to his face before he crushed Adam’s body fully against his, embracing him so tightly Adam was pretty sure he heard his back crack in multiple places. “Anything.”
Adam took a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders easing as he melted into Vincent. “I’ll figure out how far I can push that offer of anything later,” Adam said, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “For now, I just want you to take me home.”
Vincent pressed a kiss to Adam’s shoulder. “I think I can do that.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Adam
Snow fell steadily onto the fire escape outside of Marcus Graves’s penthouse, but Adam couldn’t feel the chill in the air. Or maybe he could and it just didn’t matter in the moment. Vincent’s hands burned a trail of desire everywhere they wandered, slipped beneath his thick winter coat and under his t-shirt. Adam pursed his lips, determined not to make a sound as Vincent scooted behind him and made Adam keenly aware of the fact that he was very hard. Adam reached back and grabbed a fistful of Vincent’s hair as the clearly horny vampire nuzzled his neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, breathless as one of Vincent’s hands trailed down to the top of his jeans.
“Mmm, what do you think?” Vincent huffed before licking a strip up his neck to his ear.
This man is going to kill me.“You’re being a perv,” he replied, tightening his grip on Vincent’s hair but making no attempt to force him away.
Vincent’s hand slid down, cupping Adam’s growing erection through his jeans. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” he purred, his voice husky with desire. “I can make you feel so good, no one has to know what we’re doing out here.”
Adam’s breath hitched, his body betraying his attempt atrestraint. He squirmed against Vincent’s touch, torn between pushing into it and pulling away. “I’m not letting you fuck me on a balcony,” he insisted, though his resolve was weakening by the second.
“You wanna fight about it?” Vincent’s fingers traced the outline of Adam’s cock over his jeans.
Adam’s head fell back against Vincent’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed. “That will just make both of us worse,” he groaned, knowing full well how their playful scuffles usually ended.
“Yeah, but won’t that be fun?” Vincent nipped at Adam’s earlobe.
Adam’s grip on Vincent’s hair tightened, pulling him closer even as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. “Don’t tempt me,” he warned.
Vincent’s lips curved into a wicked grin against Adam’s skin. “I live for it,” he murmured, his hand working more insistently against Adam’s jeans.
Adam yanked Vincent’s head back and twisted himself around, forcing his face into the vampire’s neck. “I’ll bite you again.”
“Don’t you dare,” Vincent warned, his tone a mixture of threat and excitement.
“Then go inside and enjoy your friend’s birthday party.”
Vincent scoffed. “He’s turning 201. He shouldn’t even be having parties at his age.”
“Go.”
Should I poke the beast?
Vincent placed his hand over Adam’s throat, his palm a hovering threat. “I’d rather have fun out here with you—”
I’m gonnapoke the beast.
Without a second thought, Adam bit down hard on Vincent’s neck. Vincent’s hand closed around his throat, squeezing just enough to catch Adam off guard. Vincent pushed him back firmly, a growl rumbling from deep within him that was somewhere between pleasure and irritation. “I can’t wait to make you pay for that later tonight.”
“Promise?” Adam smirked, a rush of defiance flooding his veins.
In response, Vincent sank his fangs into the exposed flesh beneath Adam’s jawline, drawing a few drops of blood before pulling back with a satisfied grin. “Fine, enough foreplay.” He stood up, brushing the snow off his lap and adjusting himself with an almost casual grace.
Adam wiped the blood from his neck with the back of his hand. “You’re an asshole.”
“And you fucking love it.” Vincent leaned down to press a quick kiss against Adam’s lips. “I’m going to make you cry tonight,” he whispered before stepping back toward the French doors.
Adam watched Vincent disappear inside before he slid his legs between the rails of the fire escape and pressed his forehead to the cold metal, his breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air as he lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply as a smile tugged at his lips, warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the smoke.
Life with Vincent had been…good. Better than good. For the first time in years, Adam might even say he was genuinely happy. Content? Maybe that was the right word. The giddy rush of new love mixed with a deeper sense of belonging he’d never experienced before.
Adam had started helping out at the strip club as a bounceron nights they didn’t spend tangled in a mess of sheets, though he suspected Vincent’s job offer was more of a paranoid way to keep an eye on him and less a desire to help him build a “normal human life” again. He hadn’t been a fan of the environment before, but now from the employee side, he found most nights to be at least entertaining. The job was mostly just keeping an eye out for drunk men and howling bachelorette parties causing trouble.
