Page 68 of Dirty Love

Kade stares at him and Skully shakes his head, tossing the pill into his mouth to prove it won’t do anything to him. He makes a show of swallowing it and Kade narrows his eyes, still watching him while he lights a cigarette and reaches over to give it to me.

“Are you two going somewhere?” Skully asks, side-eyeing the bags in the back, sighing when Kade ignores him again. “When are you coming back?”

“We’re not.”

His brows jump and he bravely glances between the two of us, opening and closing his mouth a few times as if he’s struggling to find words. “So, it’s true, then?” he finally asks, discreetly looking around to check no one’ll hear him. “You and Nicky, you’re… together?”

Kade cocks his head and Skully licks his teeth, laughing to himself while he backs away from us.

“You’re a sick motherfucker, Rivers,” he calls out, grinning while he shoves his hands back into his pockets. “I’ll probably miss you a little bit.”

Kade waits for him to leave and then climbs back up to the driver's seat, swinging the door shut before he presses the button to lock us inside. I pass him the cigarette and rest my head on his shoulder, watching the lights on the dash while he drives us away from the only town we’ve ever known.

He doesn’t look back.

He doesn’t mention Arianna or Elle or any other person we know.

He just wraps his arm around me and hits the highway.

Fucking finally.

* * *

A little while later, I yawn and blink my eyes open, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before I swallow the next pill he feeds me. He passes me a bottle of water and I take it, rolling my eyes when he drops a small ham and cheese sandwich on my lap.

“Eat.”

“My throat hurts.”

“Your ass’ll hurt if you don’t do as you’re told.”

“Because you’ll fuck it or smack it?”

He snorts and unwraps the packet for me, keeping one eye on the road while he lifts it up to my lips.

“Can we get married someday?” I ask randomly, speaking around my food.

“No.”

“Can we have kids?”

“Fuck, no.”

“Can we have a cat?”

“A cat?” he echoes, scrunching his nose at me with his head pulled back. “Why can’t you ask me for a fuckin’ dog like a normal person?”

“Because I like cats.”

He sighs heavily and scrubs a hand over the side of his face, nodding while he takes the next exit off the highway. “Fine, you can have a cat.”

“We.”

“You,” he argues. “Your cat.”

I grin like a dumbass, and he spends the next fifteen minutes looking for a hotel for us to sleep in. He gets me the biggest bed he can find and gently removes the clothes from my body, then he lies down between my open legs and sucks the cum from my dick, just like he told me he would.

CHAPTER 25

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