Page 49 of Dirty Love

Before he can even think about his next move, Kade grabs the guy’s arm with his left hand and snatches the knife from his grip, smashing his elbow into his nose at the same time, probably breaking it. The guy shouts out a curse and drops to his knees, cupping his bleeding face while Kade walks over to me. He tosses me the knife and I fumble to catch it, quickly pulling him back by his wrist when he turns around again.

“What?” he asks, looking at me over his shoulder.

“Don’t kill him.”

“I won’t.”

“Or almost kill him.”

He smirks at that, his eyes lighting up with something that looks a lot like excitement. Knowing there’s no point trying to talk sense into him, I let him go with a flick of my wrist and drop my ass back down, shoving the knife into my pocket before I lean over to grab my drink. The fight goes on and I watch Kade lay into him again and again, thankful Jasper decided to get the fuck out of sight before Kade saw him.

“You little cunt!” the guy on the floor growls, and I snort out a laugh, cringing when Kade leans over to grab his arm with both hands, one on his wrist and the other by his elbow. “No! Fucking hell, stop! I’m sorry! I’m—”

The crunch of bone breaking fills my ears and I look away, struggling not to gag on the beer in my mouth.

Fucking gross.

I dip my head to spit it out on the floor, and then the grown ass man screams—literally screams loud enough to wake the dead. He bangs his good fist against the ground and Skully finally calls it, laughing beside me when the crowd loses their motherfucking minds. I swipe the cash from his hand and take a step back, attempting to get away from the full on riot breaking out in front of me. I look around and almost fall over my own feet, grinning when Kade appears out of nowhere and wraps his arms around my waist, feeling me all over as if he’s checking for injury.

“You okay?”

“No, that was disgusting,” I shout. “You’re disgusting.”

He laughs at me and takes my forearm, grabbing his things from the ground before he pulls me along with him, the two of us ducking our heads to avoid the branches and rocks being thrown about. We make a run for it and he takes me around to the front of the old church, only slowing his pace once we’re hidden from the group of raging lunatics behind us. Knowing he’s about to head straight for the truck, I dig my heels into the dirt and drag him up to the rotting iron doors at the top of the steps, ignoring his frown while I shove my way inside.

“What are you doing?”

“Dad and Elle are home tonight,” I explain, sliding my hands around his neck to pull his mouth down to mine.

“Nicky,” he groans, shaking his head no, but his freezing cold fingers have no problem finding their way beneath my hoodie, his nails digging themselves into my back. “Fuck, baby, this isn’t careful.”

“No one’s here.”

“Someone could catch us.”

“No one’s here,” I repeat, gently sucking his lip between my teeth, taunting him. “Don’t you want me?”

Instead of answering with words, he picks me up by my waist and carries me to the corner of the church, setting me down in front of the pews that have been ripped from the floor and tossed aside. “What do you want, baby brother?”

I smirk and start to tell him I want his cock in my ass, but then I hesitate, looking up at him through my lashes. “Promise you won’t get mad if I tell you?”

He nods, and I pray to god he means it.

“I want more,” I admit, my heart pumping against my ribcage while I ready myself to throw it all out there, to well and truly ruin my relationship with the only brother I’ll ever have. “More nights—no, every night. I want you to love me the way I’ve loved you since before I knew what it meant. I want—”

He kisses me before I can finish and steals all the air from my lungs, dropping his things to the floor before he walks me back another step. “What else?” he rasps, his lips never leaving mine. “Tell me the last part.”

“I want you to take me away and never let me go.”

As soon as I’ve said it, he spins me around and pulls my back to his chest, his hands roaming my sides while he drops his face to my neck. “You know I can’t give you that, Nicky,” he whispers, kissing me there. “We can’t just be together. Not like that. Not forever.”

“No, but we’ll do it, anyway,” I say simply, lifting my arms up to wrap them around his head. “Right, brother?”

His lips stretch into a grin against my flesh and I take that as a yes, shivering against him when he moves his mouth to my ear. “You really went all out on me, huh?”

I smile shyly at that, twisting my head around to look at him. “Yeah, well, I still want you to fuck me.”

“We don’t have lube.”

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