All Chapters of Dirty Cravings; Big Bad Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Indigo.Kaitlyn called.Said there was a potluck dinner with the rest of the familyㅡBraxton and Bianca. And we were expected to be there too.Couldn't we just stay home? I had tried to convince Slade as we lay on the bed a few hours ago, just inhaling our scents but he said we needed to go as it was a yearly tradition that he didn't want to miss.Now, we were in his car with me resting my head on the cold pane of glass. We had been driving for what seemed to be hours but was only 10 minutes.“Do we really have to?” I groaned.His gaze flickered to mine. “You wanna turn back around? You okay?” He sounded worried.A smirk pulled at my lips and I turned to him, using my hand to relax my head. “No, I'm just pulling your leg.”He visibly relaxed, tension rolling off his shoulders. “Great.”The rest of the ride was silent and I just gripped the armrest, biting hard on my lip. Finally, he swerved to a stop and I sighed, watching as he came to my side and opened the door for me, handing

Indigo.My heart was racing in my chest and I had spent the last thirty minutes freaking out.I didn't know what I was going to do. I had gotten the test at the store after leaving Kaitlyn's house and I didn't expect it to turn out to be positive.But then, it had shown two fucking lines.I had called Emily, crying because I didn't know what to do and she said to wait for Slade to come so I could hear his verdict.Now, as I looked up at Slade, I wasn't sure what to feel. His face was drawn into confusion and he wasn't saying anything.“Aren't you going to say something?” My words cracked and I felt bile crawl up my throat.Part of me expected him to panic. Another part of me expected him to run.But instead, his lips broke into a grin — soft, stunned and boyish — and before I knew it, he was pulling me into his arms, pulling me up to my feet as his arms circled around my body.“I can’t believe it,” he murmured against my hair, his voice warm and trembling with laughter. “We’re having

Indigo.His lips were on mine, moving slowly and I could feel myself melt into his kisses, despite the thawing need to tell him to stop. Tell him to answer my questions.But when his tongue swiped against my lips to silently seek entrance? I groaned and my lips parted, his tongue slipping into my mouth almost immediately as he tasted me, deepening the kiss.“Slade…” I moaned into the kiss, feeling his fingers untie the knot of my nightgown until it was loose and the straps were falling off my shoulders.My heart was thudding in my chest as he pushed me back gently until my back met the sheets with soft thud and he was hovering above me, holding himself up on his elbows.“You look so pretty…” he whispered, staring down at me with so much adoration in his eyes that I shuddered at the thought.No oneㅡ absolutely no oneㅡhad ever made me feel this way. No one had made me feel this seen. But when he looked at me like I was the very anchor of his existence, I felt my heart warm at the sigh

Braxton.When Bianca came to meet me after the dinner, I knew she was pissed.And maybe, I wasn't helping by only paying a little attention to her but I couldn't help it. Indie had left the house early and Kaitlyn said Indie had come down with a fever.What if she wasn't fine?So when Bianca had come to confront me about meeting indie privately again, I couldn't bring myself to care much.I just couldn't deal with it now.Now, we were back home and the sun was just beginning to rise and of course, Bianca had to pick a fight over something stupid.“God, Bianca, do we have to do this every single morning?” I snapped, tossing my car keys from one hand to the other as she stood in front of the door with her arms folded, blocking my way out.Her brows furrowed. “You forgot to lock the bathroom window again, Brax! It’s not that hard—”“Oh, for crying out loud, Bianca, it’s a window, not the end of the damn world!” I snapped at her, feeling exasperated already.“It is when someone could cr

Indigo.I hadn't waited to hear any other thing. I got into the car, waiting until we were driving before I asked the most gnawing question. “The death race…what is it?” I asked, fingers gripping the headrest in front of me while the manㅡ Slade's coachㅡ drove the car like he was a possessed person.That would explain where Slade had gotten his reckless driving skills from.He didn’t answer right away. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw flexing with frustration. “Exactly what it sounds like,” he finally muttered. “An underground race that doesn’t end when you crash. It ends when you die.” Die?!I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. “You’re kidding.” He shook his head grimly, knuckles turning white. “Wish I was.” For a moment, the world tilted and my vision swam. He said he would be fine, surely he wouldn't join a death race where it was death or win, right? “Slade… he wouldn’t—he’s not that reckless.” But my words tasted bitter on my tongue.Still, a des