Page 38 of Dirty Love

Just then, Nicky’s quiet voice fills my ears and I follow the sound, stopping in the open archway when I find him singing to himself at the kitchen sink. He’s drying the dishes with my headphones in, lightly bopping his head to whatever song he’s listening to on my phone. I can’t make it out because he can’t sing for shit, but I can’t help the way my lips twitch while I watch him, either.

He looks happier today, probably because everyone else seems to have disappeared and we’re finally alone. I know he wanted it to be just the two of us up here, but I couldn’t tell Mark no, man, you can’t come with me because I’m taking my baby brother away for a romantic weekend in the mountains so I can get him high and steal his virginity.

Jesus Christ, I took his virginity last night.

I thought having people around would help me keep my hands off him and my dick out of his ass, but it turns out I’m still a sick fuck no matter who’s in my way.

Still singing to himself, he doesn’t spot me as he continues cleaning, standing up on the very tips of his toes to put a glass away in the top cabinet. He’s too short to get it up there without climbing on the counter, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. I lean my shoulder against the brick wall and stare at his ass, shaking my head at him when he grits his teeth in frustration. Without thinking too much into it, I walk over and press my bare chest to his back, effortlessly taking the glass from his hand to place it on the shelf for him. He hides a grin and pulls the buds from his ears, tipping his head back on my shoulder to look at me.

“Show off,” he teases, chewing his lip as he bounces his eyes between mine. “You look mad.”

“Yeah, well, I was ready to choke the shit out of you about three minutes ago,” I mutter, sliding my hands beneath his hoodie to run them over his abs.

He shivers and I check the doorway, dipping my head to kiss the crook of his neck, enjoying the way he moans for me when I’m barely even scratching the surface.

“Where is everyone?”

“I kicked them out.”

“Did you?” I ask, amused by him and his blatant lie.

“Fine, I didn’t kick them out. They all left for church, but I did lock the door after them all by myself.”

I laugh lightly and squeeze his waist, leaning over him to slide my tongue from his throat to his ear. “That’s two days in a row you’ve been up before me,” I point out. “You got somethin’ on your mind, baby brother?”

“Just you,” he answers, taking my hands to move them down a little lower. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“What about me?”

“The way you kiss me,” he whispers, arching his back out to push his ass into my dick. “The way you touch me like this. The way you fucked me so hard I can still feel you now. I want you to do it again.”

I groan at that, pulling his head back by his hair to shove my tongue into his mouth. He whimpers and I dip my fingers beneath his waistband, slowly running my hand over his cock through his boxers. He’s already hard and leaking for me, just like I knew he’d be, and just like that, I’m losing my goddamn mind all over again.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

But even as I think it, I know exactly what’s wrong with me.

It’s him.

Nicky’s my kryptonite, and I was stupid to convince myself having him once would be enough.

One night… two nights… fucking fifty nights wouldn’t take away this animalistic need I have to show him who he belongs to.

He’s mine and I need him to know it, to feel it the way I feel it every minute of every goddamn day.

With that task in mind, I squeeze his dick and he moans into my mouth, still grinding his ass against my sweats. “Oh, god.”

“I know, baby,” I say softly, using my left hand to push his waistband down to his thighs, brushing my middle finger over the spot I filled just a few hours ago. “Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head and I smirk, knowing he’ll say just about anything to get me to sink my cock into this needy little hole. I won’t, because I really did fuck him hard last night, but I can’t stop myself from picturing the way he’d look bent over the kitchen table with my fingers around his throat, the wood bruising the front of his thighs while I own him from behind.

No, Kade.

Taking my own cock out, I slide it between his ass cheeks and get him off at the same time, pulling him back against me to encourage him to keep moving.

“Good boy,” I rasp, kicking his ankles out to get the angle I want. “Fuck my hand and make yourself come.”

He whines and lifts his arms up, wrapping them around my head to hold onto my hair. I groan at the pressure and sink my teeth into his neck as payback. He cries out and I run my hand up to his chest, pinching his nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

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