Page 34 of Dirty Love

“I’m not sulking.”

“Of course not, baby brother,” he taunts me, his hot breath causing a shiver to run down my spine.

“I hate you.”

“You little liar,” he whispers, glancing around to check no one’s looking, then he pulls my head back by my hair and motions for me to open my mouth.

I stick my tongue out to show him my throat and he feeds me a little pink pill, gently brushing his thumb over my bottom lip as he watches me swallow it dry.

“Good boy,” he praises, releasing his grip on my hair to tilt his head toward the living room.

I smile to myself and move to follow him, sidestepping my way through the crowd as we make our way to the boys by the coffee table in the middle. Someone turns the music up and everyone starts doing shots, snorting lines off the girls’ bodies and watching them dance by the fireplace. Minutes turn to hours and I suddenly feel high as fuck, my mood significantly better than it was when I first got here.

I don’t know where Kade is, but I do know he’s watching me from somewhere, because he never takes his eyes off me when we party like this. I’m just about to go look for him, but then some girl appears in front of me and blocks my path. Her lips are painted black to match her long, shiny hair, and the black eyeliner she’s wearing makes her eyes look really big and blue.

“You’re cute,” she shouts over the music, placing her wrist on my shoulder to move in a little closer.

“Um… thank you,” I say lamely, staring at her pretty eyes for I don’t know how long, then dropping my stare to her chest. “You’re… not wearing a shirt.”

She laughs like she thinks I’m the sweetest thing she’s ever seen, wrapping both arms around my neck to roll her hips into mine. Her pierced nipples brush my chest and I panic, gently taking her shoulders to hold her mouth away from my face. Without offering any type of explanation, I smile politely and turn around to get the fuck out of there, my cheeks heating when Austin snorts and shakes his head at me. I’m sure everyone thinks I’m too much of an awkward loser to get laid, but the thought of hooking up with a girl makes my dick soft, and I’d rather let them say what they want about me than put myself through that shit again.

I kissed a girl once and it did not end well.

Still a little flustered over what just happened, I walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle of vodka from the side, cursing when I stumble over the step I forgot was there. I fall into someone’s arms and look up, grinning when I realize it’s my sexy older brother.

“You found me.”

“I never lost you,” he says back, holding my hips to keep me steady. “You ready for bed?”

I nod lazily and drop my face to his chest, lifting the vodka up over my head to show it to him. “Can I take this with me?” I slur, snorting when he snatches it and sets it down on the counter. “You’re such a daddy.”

“Nicky.”

“A really mean one,” I go on, slowly trailing my fingertips over his abs through his shirt. “And hot, too.”

“Jesus, will you shut up?”

I chuckle and wrap my arm around his neck, fucking loving the way his warm body feels against the side of mine. He holds me up with one arm around my waist and walks me to the stairs, his jaw ticking a little bit when we pass Austin dancing with the black haired girl who tried to kiss me just now. At first I think Kade’s mad at him for something, but then I realize he’s glaring at the back of her head, not his.

“What are you smiling at?” Kade mutters, but I just hide my face and smile some more, purposely dragging my feet until we get to the top of the stairs.

Once we reach the bedroom we used to share in secret when we were younger, he opens the door and turns me to face him fully, backing me up towards the bed with my head cradled in his hand.

“You can stop faking now,” he whispers in my ear, fisting my hoodie and shirt to pull them up over my stomach, his knuckles brushing the oversensitive flesh there.

I grin again and look up from beneath my lashes, enjoying the way he still wants to help me get undressed when he knows I’m fully capable of doing it myself. Wanting that, too, I lift my arms over my head and he pulls them the rest of the way off, tossing them down on the floor before tracing the waistband of my jeans with his thumb. My hips buck and he bites his lip to hide a laugh, popping the button with ease to push them down over my ass.

“Lie down,” he orders, and I happily obey, kicking my shoes off before dropping back against the pillows.

He pulls my jeans and socks off and drops them on the pile, then he leans over me and kisses my jaw, passing me the unopened bottle of water he must have grabbed from downstairs without me seeing.

“Stay here,” he says quietly, pressing another kiss to the other side of my face. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

I frown at that, pulling my head back to look at him properly. “What? Where the fuck are you going?”

He stares at me and I let out a scoff, petulantly tossing his stupid water bottle on the floor.

“Nic—”

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