Page 37 of Dirty Love

A light laugh leaves him and he runs his hand over my ribs, nudging my face to nip the shell of my ear. “You gonna be quiet for me?” he asks, and I shake my head no, unable to stop the noises leaving my throat.

He reaches over and grabs his phone from the pocket of his discarded jeans, somehow keeping his dick in my ass while he connects it to the wireless speaker we brought with us. Blood // Water by grandson fills the room and he sets the speaker on the nightstand, turning the volume up to ensure no one’ll hear me. Eyes on mine, he leans up on one elbow beside my head and licks my lips, coaxing my mouth open to tease my tongue with his.

“Mine,” he says simply, and I swear to god I almost cry.

I bear down on him again and he grinds on me, fucking me slowly at first, then a little harder, pinning me down by my throat as he rubs my dick with his pelvis. It still hurts a little bit, but the way he fills me feels so fucking good, so fucking right that it’s easy for me to forget the pain.

I wrap my hands around his wrist and dig my fingers in, wordlessly begging him not to stop, curling my toes into the sheet to fuck him back hit for hit.

“Jesus, Nicky,” he rasps, looking down between us to watch our hips move. “You like being fucked?”

I nod and keep going, desperate to please him, snatching his face to pull his mouth back to mine. “I told you I could take it. I’m taking it all, Kade.”

“I know you are, baby,” he says softly, moving his thumb down to slide it over the edge of my hole, his eyes darkening to black as he rubs it better for me. “You take it so fucking good.”

His praise makes me weak and he takes full advantage, stealing my wrists to hold them down above my head, running his free hand over my abs to jerk me off. He adjusts his angle slightly and I let out a scream, my mouth falling wide open at the feel of him inside me.

“Is that it?”

“Fuck! Yeah, that’s—oh, shit,” I moan, curling my back to keep him right there. “Kade.”

Thank fuck he knows what I’m trying to say, because I can’t string a sentence together to save my life. Still hitting that same spot, he fucks me even harder and I scream some more, shaking and pleading while he forces me to come all over myself. We groan together and he stills deep inside of me, squeezing the last of the cum from my dick as he fills me up with his own.

Fucking fuck me, that feels good.

As soon as he’s done, he falls down on me and wraps both arms around my back, trapping me beneath him with no way to escape. “You good, baby brother?”

I nod and smile against his cheek, enjoying the way he can’t seem to keep his hands off me even after he’s fucked my ass raw. We stay like that for a long time, with his mouth on my neck and my fingers in his hair, unable to hear much besides the music blaring from the speaker next to us. Just as I think it, he reaches over to press the stop button and slowly pulls his dick out of my abused hole, leaning over the bed to grab the cigarettes from his jeans. I sit up a little bit and he sits back beside me, pulling the blanket over our laps before he tilts his head to light one. We pass it back and forth and I side eye him every few seconds, not missing the tick in his jaw as he stares at the wall in front of us.

“What’s wrong?” I ask after a while, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. “Was that not—”

“It doesn’t work.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t fucking work, Nicky,” he hisses, standing up to snatch his jeans from the floor, then he moves for the bathroom in the corner and swings the door open.

He pulls a towel from the rack and I cock my head to the side, rolling my lips to hide a laugh when I hear the bath water running a few seconds later.

“Quit laughing at me and get your ass in here,” he shouts, making me laugh for real this time.

Moody bastard.

CHAPTER 15

KADE

Waking up without Nicky wrapped up in my arms has me jumping out of bed like it burned me, that constant pit in my stomach growing even more intense the longer he’s without me.

Alone…

Unprotected…

Fuck.

I shove a clean pair of sweats over my legs and damn near fall down the stairs, frowning when I realize how clean the cabin is. It should be a mess after the party we threw last night, but the entire place looks exactly the same as it did when we got here yesterday.

What…?

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