Page 22 of Dirty Love

Shaking those disgusting images from my head, I lean my hands on the bathroom counter and cringe at my own reflection, barely able to look myself in the eye because fuck.

What the fuck have I done?

CHAPTER 10

NICKY

He called me his.

He called me his and I can’t stop thinking about it.

The way he choked me tonight and shoved me back against the truck, the way he claimed me like that…

It was fucking hot.

But now he’s avoiding me.

Not physically but mentally, keeping his back to me while he runs a towel over his wet hair, refusing to look at me as he pulls his sweats on and grabs the cigarettes from his nightstand. He lights one up and leans his shoulder against the wall next to the window, deep in thought as he looks down at the quiet street we grew up on.

I know he doesn’t like whatever this thing is building between us, but I’m desperate for his attention and I won’t stop until I get it back.

Sighing heavily to ensure he hears me, I push myself up from the edge of his bed and walk over to stand behind him, sliding my hands over his ribs to wrap my arms around his waist. He tenses and I close my eyes, breathing him in while I move my fingertips over the dips and ridges of his abs.

“Are you mad at me, Kade?”

“No,” he answers, blowing his smoke out the window.

“Okay, then,” I mumble against his spine, inching my fingers down to trace the lines of the deep vee just above his waistband.

“I’m not mad at you, Nicky.” He takes my hands, moving them back up to safer territory. “I’m just mad.”

“About what?”

He doesn’t answer that, just like I knew he wouldn’t because he’s a stubborn asshole. I roll my eyes and reach up to steal the cigarette from his mouth, turning him around to sit him down on the window seat. He finally looks at me and I take a hit, slowly lifting my thighs up one at a time to straddle his hips.

“Is it because of Jas?” I ask, smirking when I catch the tick in his jaw. “Is it because he would have turned me around and fucked me right there against that fence if you hadn’t shown up when you did?”

“Nicky…” he warns, but I’m feeling reckless and drunk and so fucking horny I can’t think straight.

“Is it because you can’t stop getting hard for me?” I tease, holding on to his shoulders to move in closer, bravely rolling my hips on his dick. “I bet that’s it.”

He glares like he wants to choke me again, but then he takes my waist with both hands and squeezes, causing a moan to slip from my throat before I can catch it.

He did that on purpose.

I shiver and wrap my arms around his neck, careful not to burn him with the cigarette I’m still holding, dipping my head until my mouth touches his. “I know you want me,” I whisper, sliding my tongue over the fading cut on his bottom lip, enjoying the way his cock thickens even more between my legs. “You want me now… you wanted me the night you kissed me…” I go on, grinding on him a little harder this time. “I think you’ve wanted me since before I told you I was gay.”

“Fuck, Nicky, stop,” he rasps, effortlessly picking me up to drop me down on my feet, walking away from me to light himself another cigarette. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my brother, you sick fuck.”

“Stepbrother,” I mutter, as if that makes it any better, but he just laughs and shakes his head at me.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Get the fuck out.”

“Kade.”

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