Page 28 of Dirty Love

“Gay porn, brother,” he says simply. “You know… boys kissing boys, eating each other with their tongues, fucking each other in the as—”

I glare and wrap my right hand around his throat, using the other one to tangle my fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “What the fuck have I told you about that?” I hiss, forcing his eyes up to mine. “If you forget to clear your history and Dad goes through your phone…” I trail off, letting that awful sentence hang in the small amount of air between us. “I told you not to watch it anymore.”

“But I can’t help it, Kade,” he whines, reaching down to squeeze his cock over his sweats, visibly shivering at the feel of his own hand. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“Yes,” he admits, scooting closer to wrap his arm around my neck, still playing with his dick between his open legs. “But only because you want me to. Because even though I might pick fights to get attention, I think you pick fights to be close to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he echoes, his warm breath ghosting the side of my face. “Is this enough?”

I lean over him and shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut as I fight the urge to do something I shouldn’t, something wrong and disgusting and dirty. “More.”

“I was looking for a threesome video,” he whispers in my ear, lightly trailing his fingertips over my neck. “I wanted to picture you fucking my ass and Jasper fucking my mouth at the same tim—oh, shit, Kade!” he squeals, laughing when I pick him up and throw him back against the wall beside the door, my hips pinning his with his legs wrapped around my waist.

He smirks and I glare, roughly digging my fingers into his thighs, secretly enjoying the way I can see his pulse hammering against the side of his neck.

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps, holding himself up with his forearms around my shoulders.

I let out a breath and nod my head, shaking it just as quickly because no, I don’t want this.

I don’t want to want him this way.

I don’t want to feel this rage inside me every time I think about someone else taking what’s mine.

I don’t want to feel any of this but I can’t fucking stop it.

“I can’t stop it, Nicky,” I confess, dipping my head to breathe the air from his mouth. “I can’t.”

“Stop trying, then,” he pleads, desperately squirming against me, punching my arms when I do nothing but stare at his lips. “Damn it, Kade, you have to stop playing with me like this. Please. Either kiss me right the fuck now or let me walk away.”

But I can’t let him walk away—not right the fuck now, at least—and if those are my only two options…

He punches me again and I let him do it, once, twice, three times… then I lose my fucking mind and smash my mouth on his. He jumps and I grab the back of his neck, tilting his head to the side for better access, eagerly moving my lips against his soft ones.

So fucking soft.

As soon as the initial shock wears off, he opens up for me and I lick his tongue, making him moan.

“Holy shit,” he gasps into my mouth, writhing between me and the wall. “Holy shit.”

“You said that already.”

He lets out a shaky laugh and runs his hands over my chest, then down to the waistband of my sweats, frowning when I snatch his wrists to stop him.

“No.”

“What?”

“You said you wanted a kiss,” I remind him, dragging his bottom lip out between my teeth. “Don’t touch.”

He sighs impatiently and I pull his jaw down with my thumb, gritting my teeth when he does it again not five seconds later.

“I just told you not to touch me,” I growl, pinning his hands to the wall either side of his head, linking our fingers together to ensure he can’t move.

“Fuck, Kade, please,” he begs. “I want it so bad.”

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