Page 45 of Dirty Love

I’d kill for him in a second, but I wouldn’t die or go to jail for him. Not because I don’t love him enough, but because there is no world where he exists without me in it.

He needs me and I need him.

Fucking always.

“Kade,” he pleads, bringing me back to the present, roughly dragging his nails over my back. “Shit, Kade, I’m gonna come. Please, don’t fucking stop.”

I couldn’t if I wanted to.

Finally putting him out of his misery, I sit back on my heels and lift him up with me, spreading his legs out over my lap without pulling out. “Don’t let go, okay?”

He nods and locks his arms around my head, his greedy little mouth attacking mine like he’s starving for me. I kiss him back and squeeze his ass with my free hand, jerking him off while I fuck up into him, searching for that spot that’ll make him scream for me. Just as I think it, he comes loudly and I’m right there with him, my vision clouding at the feel of his ass pulsing around my cock, stealing the cum from my dick.

“Fuck, baby,” I growl, bucking against him when I feel him tearing at my neck. “Vicious little bastard.”

He lets out a sound crossed between a laugh and a sob, losing his grip on me as his body goes limp in my arms. I catch him by his waist and ease him down to the pillows, lying on my side beside him to pull the blanket up to our shoulders. His eyes fall closed and I guide his thigh over my hip, running the tips of my fingers over his face, studying the makeup there.

“Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?” I whisper, moving my thumb down to trace his lips.

“You want me to be ugly?”

“It’d make my life easier,” I mutter, making him laugh for real this time, his mouth splitting into a big ass grin as he cracks an eye open to look at me.

“You’re a jealous fucker.”

I make a noise and drop my face to his neck, inhaling his scent while I play with the soft strands of his hair.

“Kade?” he asks after a while, his voice barely audible.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Mom would hate us?”

“Mom’s not here,” I say vaguely, sliding my tongue over his hickey to distract him, ignoring the kick in my gut that makes me feel like a sick piece of shit.

“Kade.”

I sigh and pull back to look him in the eye, not even bothering to insult him with lies. “Yes, baby, she’d hate us,” I admit, ghosting my lips over his to soften the sting. “We’re her sons. Fucking. Fucking gay. Just because she wasn’t a bitch to us doesn’t mean she would have been okay with this. It’s wrong, Nicky.”

He nods because he knew all that already, trapping his lip between his teeth as if he’s trying to stop it from shaking. “I miss her, Kade.”

“I know you do,” I croak out, swallowing the emotion creeping up my throat while I wrap my arms around his body. “I miss her, too, baby boy.”

CHAPTER 18

KADE

Thirteen years old…

“Kade, honey, will you help me with this, please?” Mom asks, helplessly holding her left hand to her chest as she looks down at the full trash can in front of her.

I grit my teeth and stand up to go to her, leaving Nicky to do his math homework at the kitchen table.

I’m not mad at her for asking. I’m mad at her for lying to my face when I asked what happened to her mangled finger when we got home from school today.

She told me she tripped.

She’s always fucking tripping.

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