6. Adam

6

Adam

I n his dream, Adam felt the heat of bliss coursing throughout his body. He felt his nipples being kissed, sucked, licked, and teased mercilessly, and it was fucking amazing. While all that was happening, his cock, too, was being stroked and rubbed by what felt like a small hand—gentle yet firm—and it did some fucking awesome things to his pleasure meter.

He groaned and then purred like a cat, and then he felt soft lips leaving trails of little kisses down from his chest to his abs and then hot breaths greeting his cock. A light kiss by those wonderful lips followed, and then a hot mouth took the tip.

Adam growled and shuddered—heavenly sensations washing over him. Fuck, he was bathing in pure ecstasy. He was in paradise.

He felt a hot tongue licking the side of his shaft and hands cupping his balls and then teasing them. Then the real action began, and his cock was being sucked, a hot mouth enveloping him, wrapping him in a warm blanket of heat.

Fuck! It felt so fucking good. He felt himself tense, and then he came, spurting his cum into that beautiful mouth in his dream.

He relaxed, feeling as light as air, and the dream ended.

When next he woke, Adam felt damn refreshed and content. The pent-up frustration he had experienced last night was gone. A smile playing about his lips, his shifted his gaze and came to see Shiro snuggling against him in bed.

The moment he laid his eyes on the boy, this fluffy, warm sensation spread across his chest.

Soft white hair framed his beautiful face—a face Adam knew he could never get tired of. Fuck, Shiro was one gorgeous boy.

Because he damn well couldn’t help himself, he moved his hand and gently stroked the back of his fingers against the boy’s cheek, feeling the soft, smooth skin. Then he turned his hand over and lightly ran his thumb along the boy’s lips—sensual and soft, they looked fucking inviting.

Lips that could have kissed the tip of his cock and mouth that could have sucked him off last night.

The reminder of that wonderful dream only made him groan in wonder, wanting more of the same.

Fuck, if he continued this gentle touching and caressing of Shiro, he’d get turned on and it would not be good. The boy didn’t need that sort of attention from him. Shiro had enough on his plate. He had no doubt the boy’s life had been hell, as his had been hell when he had been young, along with Nolan, his brother who was currently fucking pissed at him for nonchalantly walking out on the Sullivan, a powerful mafia clan they had inherited after their adopted father—the infamous Calum Sullivan—died.

He swiftly removed his hand from Shiro and then gently eased his body away from the boy and out of bed, so as not to wake the boy. Stark naked, he walked into the en suite and took a shower. It was fifteen minutes later when he was done, dressed in a powerful suit—sleek white shirt, waistcoat, and tie with a pair of dark pants that fitted his long, muscular legs perfectly. His dark-brown hair combed back, he looked gorgeous and powerful—a perfect mafia boss image.

Adam knew he brought admiration from his good looks, and fear from the way he dressed. Ever since Calum had adopted him and Nolan and had his eyes on Adam as his successor, the man had groomed him into The Beautiful Monster, a nickname due him after years of doing the old man’s dirty works, and dressing as the perfect mafia boss had been hammered into him since he had been fifteen, a kid with a lot of ambition and bloodlust.

Mafia boss, eh?

He had wondered, many times now for the past few years, why he had ever wanted to inherit and lead the clan. He wondered why he had wanted to prove to Calum that the man had indeed made the right choice, picking him over other candidates—men who had served Calum loyally for decades—as the successor of the Sullivan. He admitted he had been hungry for a place to belong to and a position to hold on to—a fucking luxurious and powerful one where he could feel secure and in control of his own life. But the past few years had been different.

For the past few years, he wanted something different, and running a successful mafia clan and making billions in dirty money annually for the clan just didn’t seem so important anymore.

Now, a part of him wanted something normal.

Normal…?

He shifted his gaze to Shiro still asleep in bed across the room.

That —picking up a foxkin youth and bringing him home was far from normal. Not to mention that fluffy, warm sensation about his chest that kept making itself known every time the boy smiled at him or the fact that he could never stop gazing at the boy or that he felt his dick responding at the mere sight of the boy.

Since he had come of age, he had always thought he liked women. In fact, he enjoyed having sex with them. Even during the phase when he had worked his ass off for Calum, hustling, dealing, street fighting, and killing while all the time keeping one step ahead of the cops, he had dreamed of a day when he’d find a nice girl to settle down with, a girl who didn’t mind his dark, dangerous world and even darker and more dangerous dealings. She didn’t have to be pretty, just as long as he loved her and she him in return, then by all means, he would be happy. But the mere sight of Shiro?

Yeah, he admitted the boy did a fuckup to the heart on first sight. For sure, he wasn’t the type to pay any attention to what was going on in the backstreets; he hadn’t done so since the age of twenty-five when he had become Calum’s right-hand man ten years ago and eventually took over for Calum and led the clan at the age of thirty when Calum had died from lung cancer. Small fights between streets gangs didn’t interest him. More so, a bunch of street thugs picking a beastkin youth to beat for pastime did not interest him.

But that now had changed. Street thugs picking a beastkin youth to beat for pastime did indeed interest him.

He headed over to the bed across the room, his eyes still on Shiro. Fuck, but he just couldn’t help himself. The boy was just so beautiful.

Standing at the side of the bed, he leaned forward, his hand reaching out and intending to touch the boy’s hair. Suddenly, Shiro opened his eyes; the pair of azure-blue staring back at him whisked Adam away to a place of wonderful paradise, of bright blue sky, of the summer heat, and cool water in the lake.

Harwood Lodge. He and Nolan hadn’t been there for a while, their childhood home, their only happy place before hell decided to take over the reins.

Dismissing the thoughts of his past from his mind, Adam went ahead and ruffled the boy’s hair.

Soft. So fucking soft.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted. “Rise and shine.”

“Adam,” Shiro said softly, looking damn confused as if he didn’t quite know where he was.

Removing his hand from the boy’s head, he said, “What do you want for breakfast? ”

Shiro widened his eyes then, as if surprised this time. “Am I allowed to have breakfast?”

“What type of question is that?” Adam asked. “No one would leave their houseguest to starve. What do you like?”

Shiro, his cheeks flushing profusely, said, “Anything is good, thanks.”

“Anything is good,” Adam repeated. “Got it.” He turned on his heel and headed to the door. Over his shoulder, he said, “Why don’t you wash up and get dressed. Get one of my shirts in the walk-in closet, and there are spare toothbrushes in the en suite.”

As he shut the door behind him, he heard a tentative, “Thanks, Adam,” behind him.

Humming, he went into the open-plan living area and then kitchen and started brewing some coffee. Twenty minutes later, as he was setting some scrambled eggs, French toast, and bacon onto two plates, Shiro came into the room.

Adam had to do a double take the moment he saw the boy.

What the fuck? Yes, he had told Shiro to wear one of his shirts, which the boy did, all right, but…

But that was fucking it. The boy wasn’t wearing anything else apart from that white work shirt, which was too big on him. The hem came to rest just about his slender thigh and the buttons were only done halfway, clearly showcasing Shiro’s fair skin with spots of dark bruises and small strips of Band-Aids here and there underneath. Fuck, the boy was a sight to behold for sure. One that would incite a certain reaction from men, which it did him.

He cleared his throat and asked, “What about pants?”

Toying with the end of the long sleeves, the boy said softly, “They didn’t fit. They kept falling off.”

Right. Of course, that was to be expected. The boy was slender in frame and short compared to him. He looked to be around five foot five while Adam himself was six foot two, a tall man compared to most. But what about the sleep pants last night? Had the boy been clutching on to the waistband when he was moving about so it wouldn’t fall? How inconvenient.

“Underwear?” He couldn’t help asking, although he knew what the answer was. Fuck, why did it feel so fucking erotic at the thought of Shiro wearing his shirt yet was completely bare underneath?

Cheeks crimson, the boy said, “I don’t want to dirty them.”

Beside the fact that his underwear wouldn’t have fit the boy anyway, but…

Adam sighed.

“Sorry,” Shiro said. “I’ll go and take this off now.”

What the fuck was the boy going on about?

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I’ve dirtied your shirt and I shouldn’t have,” he said. “It looks very expensive.”

“And what, you’ll go around the apartment naked?”

But of course, that wasn’t a bad idea.

Oh, fuck! Adam was so fucked up. He had been straight all his life, and the moment he took in a foxkin youth, he wanted to see the boy walking around his apartment naked.

Shiro shook his head. “No, I’ll just wear my own clothes.”

“I’ve already thrown them out.” He lied, of course. Those were still in the laundry basket in the bathroom. “They were filthy and would only contaminate the apartment.”

Shiro widened his eyes and then nodded. “You’re right.”

He nudged one plate across the countertop and said, “Come on then, let’s have some breakfast.” He watched as Shiro took a seat on one of the bar stools, having no doubt that bare backside was brushing intimately against the cool cushion of the seat.

Fucking lucky cushion.

Shit! He had only met and known the boy for one day and he already wanted to fuck the boy. Was he that sexually frustrated? Although that had seemed to ease this morning, it was back again, full-fledged.

He sighed as he picked up his mug of coffee.

“Sorry.” Shiro’s voice came his way. “I promise to leave after breakfast.”

Adam raised his gaze to the boy. There it was, that sorry again.

He said, “Stop apologizing when you haven’t done anything wrong.” He frowned. “In fact, don’t even apologize if you did do something wrong. If you feel you did the right thing, stand firm on your ground, Shiro. And what? Are you planning on walking around outside butt naked and wearing only that shirt of mine? Didn’t I tell you yesterday a doctor friend is coming to check up on you tonight?”

Shiro looked, as expected, stunned at his blunt words.

“I…” the boy started.

“Eat your breakfast,” Adam said. “I have work to get to. If I return and you’re not around, I’ll be hunting you down. I’m not about to let a vulnerable foxkin youth with bruises and scratches on his body walk around on the street without proper clothing on. You’ll be caught by the cops and put back into the institute in no time. Once you’re well again, you can do whatever you wish. I won’t stop you.”

Shiro mutely nodded his head.

“Eat,” he said and then started with his own meal.

Shiro picked up his knife and fork, too, and began to eat.

Once Adam finished his breakfast ten minutes later, he left the room. When he returned, he had his suit jacket on, along with a white scarf over his shoulders and a briefcase in his hand. Shiro was staring at him, his eyes wide, and Adam knew he was a sight to behold for sure. So Shiro liked his looks, eh?

Chuckling, he ruffled the boy’s hair and said, “Clean up for me, won’t you? There’s the TV.” He pointed to the large screen attached to the wall on the other side of the room. “My study room has a few fiction books if you’re interested in reading. Food in the fridge. Eat whatever you want.”

Shiro nodded. “Thanks, Adam.”

With another ruffle of the boy’s hair, he headed out the door .

Outside the luxurious apartment building, Adam noticed men in black suits hanging around the area. Of course, they were never going to leave him in peace, ever since the day he had walked out.

He headed over to one of them, and the moment he was close, the man bowed his head. “Boss.”

Fuck! Still boss, eh? He knew it was Nolan’s doing, and Adam reminded himself to give that bastard an earful when they next saw each other. Of course, it was only natural for the big boss of any mafia clan to have bodyguards around him, but that didn’t apply to Adam. He was a monster when it came to fights. Although getting hit by silver bullets seemed to be a different story, but there was always Chase, the miracle doctor.

Adam knew that the clan knew he had taken Shiro in, which meant the boy would be protected even if he wasn’t around, which ironically enough was a plus.

Despite disliking his every move being monitored with a passion, he took full advantage of the situation presented to him. He didn’t beat about the bush and instructed, “Keep the boy safe. If I find even a scratch on him, I’ll fucking kill the lot of you.”

Without even a flinch, the guy said, “Yes, sir.”

Adam turned on his heel as the man proceeded to relay the instructions to the others.

You can’t just walk away from that life, eh? He supposed Chase was right. Fuck, he had thought he had done such a fine job at that, too, living what seemed like a normal life. Now what? The moment a beautiful foxkin boy was in his care, he just nonchalantly reverted to acting the high and mighty mafia boss he used to be, just as he had nonchalantly walked out on the job six months ago without as much as a by-your-leave. Not that he had truly done that though—nonchalantly walking out on the job. For Adam, his every action had a purpose and meaning.

It was half an hour later when he walked into his very normal-looking office, which wasn’t an office, according to him. It was just one of the many small cubicles among others in a large, open space of a floor in a fifty-story building in the heart of New York City.

He took off his scarf, sat down on the chair, and powered up his laptop. Hence, work commenced as per usual. It was just about lunch break when a colleague in the next cubicle rolled his chair over and said, “That was fun yesterday, right?”

Adam didn’t respond.

“We should do it again,” he said. “The girls said they had fun.” He looked to the other side of the office space.

Adam flicked his gaze in that direction, too, and noticed a woman smiling at them. Debra was her name, and she had been clinging on to him yesterday evening during the after-work drinking get-together.

Blond hair, not white, and green eyes, not azure-blue. Nope. Not interested. Not one bit.

“I’ll be honest with you, Dave,” Adam said. “After-work drinking is now off-limits. Fair to say I didn’t particularly enjoy last night, although I’m glad I went and I appreciate your invitation.”

Because really, it was thanks to that that Adam had happened to walk past that shitty alley at that time of the night and chanced upon Shiro .

“I have a little fox back at home to take care of,” he said.

“A fox?” Debra’s voice came his way, and Adam turned to see the woman now standing on the other side of his cubicle. She looked both intrigued and concerned. “You have a fox as a pet?”

“No,” Adam said. “I found him beaten up on the street so I took him home.”

“Oh, you adopted it,” Dave said. “You’re a kind man, Adam.”

“Maybe you should take it to the vet or a zoo?” Debra suggested. “They’ll know what to do with it and maybe even return it to the wild.”

How fucking clueless were these two? No wild fox had ever been able to enter New York City or even escaped from a zoo without getting caught. Besides the fact that they should have understood he was referring to a foxkin. But of course, to these normal people, beastkin were like cockroaches; when seen they felt the need to eradicate but once out of sight, it was out of their minds.

Adam said, “He’ll get checked tonight.” He looked at his wristwatch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few things to do.”

“You got stuff to do at lunchtime?” Dave asked.

“A few minor things,” Adam said as he got up from his seat. After putting on his scarf, he headed out the door.