Page 51 of Dirty Love

Unable to use my own legs, I fall back on him and close my eyes, holding on to his forearms while he holds me up from behind. He moves quietly and then I’m in the air, wrapping my arms and legs around him to drop my face to his neck. I don’t know how long I fall asleep for, but by the time I crack my eyes open, we’re almost back at the truck, hidden behind the thick trees just off the main road. I smile to myself and brush his pulse with my nose, knowing he must have carried me the long way around to avoid throwing me over the fence.

“Nicky?”

“Yeah?” I ask, yawning against him.

“Where’s the knife?”

“What knife?”

“The one I gave you at the fight.”

I pull my brows in and search my front pocket, my movements a little slower than usual thanks to the lack of brain cells I have left. “Damn it.”

“What?”

“I lost it.”

He chuckles at the pout on my face and carries on walking towards the truck, pulling the driver’s side door open to take me up with him.

“Will you buy me a new one?”

“No.”

“A gun, then?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

I pout some more and curl myself up into a little ball, resting my head on his shoulder while I use his huge coat as a blanket. “You’re mean.”

“Yeah, and you’re accident prone,” he mutters, locking our fingers together while he uses his free hand to drive.

I sigh dramatically and close my eyes again. “Am not.”

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“Kade, stop it,” I hiss, slapping a hand over my mouth to stop myself from moaning. “Oh, shit.”

“Baby, shut up.”

“I’m trying, you fucking asshole.”

His body shakes with silent laughter and he glances up from between my legs, giving me this look that doesn’t suit him while he licks my inner thigh. I jolt and smack his head away, but the horny bastard just pins my forearms to the sheet and comes right back for more.

Dad and Elle are asleep in the room just across the hall, but that doesn’t stop him from making out with my body like he’ll die if he doesn’t, almost as if he’s trying to lick every inch of me he can find.

“Kade, I can’t take this.”

“Bite down on my shirt,” he says quietly, tipping his chin at the pillow beside my head.

Hands still trapped either side of me, I twist my neck and take it between my teeth, clenching my jaw as tight as I can while he continues his cruel torture. He’s got me naked on my back in the middle of his bed, spread out like a human feast while he gives me hickeys all over. They’re on my chest, my ass right next to my hole, the soles of my fucking feet—really small ones that’ll pass as bruises if anyone sees. They won’t see, because I never take my clothes off in front of anyone but Kade, but still, we’re being careful.

He gently eats my thigh and I breathe deeply through my nose, curling my fingers into the blanket when he moves his tongue across to the middle of my dick.

“Don’t you dare,” I grit out, the words muffled by the fabric in my mouth.

“You think it’ll work?”

“You’re not about to find out.”

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