Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)(36)

KADE

FLASHBACK 2

“Slow the fuck down!” my stepbrother Jason bellows, reaching his hands out to slam his palms on the dashboard. “Why am I teaching you to drive if you’re not going to listen to a word I say? We’ve been at this for six months!”

I tut and shake my head. “I’m doing thirty, you dramatic bastard.”

“On a roundabout,” he replies, huffing and sitting back in his chair. He puts down his window, airing himself. “Fuck. I might message Giana and tell her I might not make dinner tonight.”

“And then she’ll come for me. Keep your dog on her leash.”

He smacks my arm, and I burst out laughing. “ You’re not ten years old anymore. I can beat your ass with my eyes closed.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“I’ll just tell Aria you’re smoking joints in her pool house.”

I roll my eyes. “Could you be any more like your dad?”

He scoffs. “I think you’re too like your dad.”

I narrow my eyes at my big brother. Step, but still my brother. We always take the piss out of each other, so we’re used to the dad slander and the occasional brawl.

Ewan is sound. He’s basically another dad for me and Luciella.

“I’m going to intentionally crash,” I tell him, and his eyes go wide. I cut him off before he can speak. “And I’m going to unclip your seat belt right before we hit a tree.” I press down on the accelerator. “Unless you say you’re sorry.”

He pales when I speed up, not looking at the empty street, keeping my eyes on him.

Adrenaline courses through me as I go over the speed limit, and I know there’s a bend coming up on the road.

“Shit. Okay. Okay!” Jason blows out a breath and mutters, “I’m sorry.”

I smile and slow down, turning up the music. “Pussy.”

He wipes the sweat from his face. “Shut up, you impulsive psycho. Do another parallel park.”

He’s been teaching me to drive for months. Ever since I got my provisional and passed my theory, we’ve been going out when he finishes work if his girlfriend doesn’t have plans with him.

“I think I’m going to ask Giana to move in with me,” my brother says as I reverse into his chosen spot, do a three-point turn, then head towards Loch Lomond. “We’ve been together for years. Surely we’re ready for that step, right?”

I raise a shoulder. “You’re asking a guy who doesn’t understand that shit.”

“Oh yeah, the frigid virgin. Got it.”

I exhale. “Anyway,” I begin, wetting my lips and wondering if I should mention her name. Would he give a shit if I kissed my sister’s best friend? Is that even a bad thing? “See how you weren’t able to come camping…” I stop, knowing he’s going to laugh at me when I say it was my first kiss. He knows I’m a virgin, that’s about it. “We all played dares.”

Jason grimaces. “Glad I didn’t go. Was Luciella there?”

“She left five minutes in.”

He nods. “Good.”

I might not give a shit what she does, but he’s the protective big brother that I should be. Though sometimes he’s a controlling prick and wants to wrap her up in cotton wool and keep her away from all men in the world.

“I was dared to… to k-kiss someone.” I swallow, annoyed with myself for stuttering. “I did kiss someone.”

“Right,” Jason replies, confused. “Is that a big thing?”

“It was the first time I’d ever done it.”

With a disbelieving sound, he tilts his head. “You’re eighteen, dude. The fuck have you been doing?”

I shrug. “I’ve not been interested.”

He crosses his arms. “Do you fancy her?”

Don’t laugh, but I haven’t done this before. The best eight words I’ve ever heard in my eighteen years of walking this earth.

“Yep. ”

He slaps my shoulder and I tense, only relaxing when he pulls it away. “Well, at least the little bro is off the mark. Did you bone her?”

I laugh. “No one says bone, Jason. Old bastard.”

“I’m twenty-nine, you dick.”

I sigh. “Well Stacey—”

“Woah. Wait. You kissed Stacey? Does she not hate your guts?”

I huff, pulling up at the manor gates and waiting for security to open them. “Yes.”

Jason blows out a breath. “Good luck with that.”

I know. I’m going to need it. Because when I get into this house, I’m going to have to hide in my room. Luciella is having an indoor pool party with her friends. As much as I’ve witnessed Stacey in a swimsuit countless of times, I don’t think I’d handle seeing her now, knowing what it feels like to kiss her.

And I’m going to do it again.

Luciella is going to fucking hate me.

Keep going, Stacey had said to me in the tent, while in my lap with her tongue down my throat, and I fully intend to keep fucking doing so.



“We’re out of ice!” Tylar exclaims. “Stacey, it’s your run.”

When she nods and gets out of the pool, I avert my eyes. Seeing her wet body will only make my fascination worse. I already screenshotted and cropped a picture Tylar posted on social media an hour ago before my friends forced me to come down here.