Page 10 of Dirty Love

CHAPTER 5

KADE

I wake up to Kade shaking me from behind, his hard chest pressed up against my back, his short nails digging into my waist. “Nicky,” he croaks out, his voice raspy from sleep. “Nicky, fuck me, turn it off.”

“You turn it off.”

“It’s your fucking phone.”

I groan and reach over to hit the stop button on my alarm, pulling my hand back just as quick when the icy cold air hits my flesh. Instead of getting up to get ready for school, I lie back down and pull the blanket up to my chin, shuffling back a bit to seek out his body heat.

“Nicky—”

“It’s freezing, Kade,” I complain, bravely shoving my ass back into his lap. “Please?”

He hesitates, just like I knew he would, but then he sighs and locks his arms around me, his warm fingers tangled with mine, our joined hands pressed up against my chest. I grin and close my eyes, resisting the urge to roll my hips back on his dick. I know he’s as hard as I am because I can feel it digging into the back of my thigh, but I also know better than to move or call him out on it.

A few seconds pass and my mind shuts off again, but then he growls in my ear and stretches over me to grab something from the nightstand.

“You sleep like a fucking dead person,” he bites out, shutting my second alarm off before tossing my phone back where he found it.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He pinches my ribs and I jolt, quickly snatching his wrist to stop him from doing it again. He spreads his fingers out over my abs and I shiver, but it’s not from the cold and we both know it.

“It’s not a good thing, Nicky,” he tells me, his warm breath hitting the side of my neck. “Someone could come in here and you wouldn’t even know it.”

“No one’s coming in here, brother,” I tell him, struggling to hide the obvious heat in my voice. “And even if they did, it doesn’t matter because you’d break their hands before they could come near me.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” I correct him, rolling over to face him when I feel his eyes on me. “What?”

“What?”

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

He blinks and pulls his brows in, studying my face with something that looks like… I don’t know what it is, but I know that I like it, that I want more of it.

Just as I move to lie down on his chest, my third alarm goes off and he grits his teeth, taking my jaw to dig his fingers into my cheeks. “Turn it off for good before I throw it out the fucking window.”

I hide a grin and sit up to do as I’m told, tucking my dick beneath my waistband before I reach over to grab my hoodie from the floor. I throw it on and grab the cigarettes from the side, walking over to sit down on the wooden bench seat beneath the window. I crack it open and move the blinds across a little bit, resting my elbows on my knees while I light the end. I blow my smoke out and lean my head against the glass, looking over at Kade when I realize he hasn’t moved yet. He’s staring at me again, probably remembering the way I sucked his fingers clean before I passed out last night. I forgot about it until just now, but I know he’ll only tell me to shut my mouth if I try to talk about it.

“Hurry up with that before you freeze to death,” he mutters, standing up to flick the bedside lamp on.

He adjusts his dick in his boxers and I chew my bottom lip, shamelessly watching his body move as he walks for the bathroom. He closes the door behind him and I finish the last of my cigarette, closing the window before outing my roach in the ashtray on the side. I pull my hood over my head and climb back into bed, figuring I’ve got at least ten minutes while I wait for him to take a shower. I close my eyes and lie down on his pillow, falling asleep almost instantly with his warmth and familiar scent surrounding me. After what feels like three seconds, the bathroom door opens and he rips the blanket from my body, grabbing the backs of my knees to pull my ass to the edge of his bed.

“Shower. Now.”

“God fucking damn it, Kade, you bossy prick.”

He raises a brow at that, his chest and abs still glistening with water, his wet hair sticking out in all directions. I stare at him and he twists the hand towel he’s holding, laughing to himself when I jump up and run to the bathroom to get away from him.

“What’s the matter, baby brother?”

“Fuck you.”

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