All Chapters of Dirty Cravings; Big Bad Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~~Indigo~~I’ve been in love with Braxton since I was a four year old girl who accidentally bumped into him with my swing and sent him flying. Since those sad blue eyes transitioned into electric ones. It's always been us two for as long as I remember. Even our families joke about us getting married. That was before death took my parents when I was in my sophomore year in school. We bonded closer than ever. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend…or lover, if he’d have me. The only problem is that my thoughts are kept as close to my chest as possible for fear of ruining this wonderful bond we share. “How does this dress look for tonight?” I ask aloud to the man whose face is on the screen of my tablet, propped up against a pillow. His eyes twinkle at the sight of the black sequined dress, hugging my physique and having a hem that barely brushes my ankle. “Perfect,” he grins. Just like that, the butterflies in my belly set off fluttering, successfully turning me into a nervous m

~~Indigo~~I offer to make breakfast the next morning. Teresa insists I shouldn’t have but she seems to forget I’m not a stranger to this family. Well, maybe until yesterday when I learned of Brax’s twin. How long were they planning to keep the truth from me?Speaking of the devil, Brax walks into the kitchen with a blank expression drawn unto his face. I keep my focus on the sausage slices, but he breaks the tension first. “Hey.”“Hi.” I don’t stop whisking the eggs. “About yesterday.” He leans onto the counter, sliding several plates on it. “I’m sorry I spoke to you in that manner. That was out of character.”“I believe so. That’s why you hid the truth of your twin brother from me?” This time, I stare at him pointedly which he matches. “What are your explanations?”He shrugs. “None. If he mattered as much, you’d have heard me sing his praise. “I’m completely thrown off by his careless comments at this point. “That is your twin brother for goodness sake!” I whisper, furious. “How

~~Indigo~~“I still think it’s a bad idea that you came to the lakehouse in the first place.” Emily, in her usual way, berates me. “You know clearly how you feel about him and how he’s led you on for years–” “I just–” “I’m not done speaking,” she interrupts coldly. “He left you hanging in the middle of nowhere that one time when your car broke down on the road because he was in the middle of something urgent.” “Because he was! I’ve told you, Brax would never intentionally hurt me. He’s the reason why I have my sanity intact after the demise of my parents.” I thread my fingers through my hair as I recall my desperate act to get him to look at me as more than just a sister. Heck, we aren’t in any way related by blood. So why wouldn’t he just LOOK? “I can’t live without Brax. I can’t. Therapy didn’t work and I don’t think anything else will. I saved myself for him and it’ll only be with him. Nobody else.” She freezes, lipstick in hand and eyes pinned on my reflect

INDIEGOThe words slid over my skin like a phantom touch—soft, sinful, and far too tempting for me in my state.His voice dipped lower, a slow drawl that seeped into every broken piece of me and for a moment, I hated the way I let it flow through my being, breaking down the carefully constructed walls that I had built.“Let me help you forget,” he whispered again, closer this time, his breath hot against the shell of my ear and I feel the tip of my ears heat up but still, I couldn't move away or bring myself to say a word as he continued. “No tears. No begging for anybody. Just you…and me. You would never have to beg for me, I'm already on my knees for you”My pulse hammered in my throat. I should move. I should push him off. Instead, I just stand there, trembling, letting him inch closer until there is no space left between us. I suddenly feel naked under his hot gaze, feeling his eyes rake over my figure, his gaze dipping low.He leaned in, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair fr

INDIEGO“I’ll dance with you,” I muttered finally, my gaze filled with determination as I looked up at him.A grin curled his lips—slow, wicked, and full of mischief. Typical him. “Knew you’d see reason, sweetheart.”He pulled me gently into position, one hand finding my waist, the other hand lacing with mine. I felt my skin prickle at the warm contact, sending a jolt through me.“Relax,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the back of my hand softly like an afterthought. “You’re stiffer than a corpse. You make it feel as though this is your condemnation, Indigo. It’s a dance.”“I’m trying.” I frowned at him as slow music began to play in the background and we moved steadily.“No, you’re overthinking.” He leaned closer, his breath softly brushing the shell of my ear. “Stop staring like you're here to collect a debt and look at me instead.”“I’m not—” I countered, looking back at him for a second before my gaze strayed.“You’re literally looking at them right now.” He pointed out, no amuse