The scalding shower water rushes down me, heating and soothing my body. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. The softness of her skin or the delicious sweet taste of her mouth.
Don’t even get me started about how she felt around my finger. I wanted to go hulk mode on her—rip her clothes, my clothes, everybody’s clothes, but the panties were probably enough. I won’t be able to keep myself out of her for too much longer.
That innocent gaze, the smart mouth hidden beneath such a submissive demeanor. How could anyone not want her?
I finish my shower and get ready to go pick Jaden up for work. I’ve been avoiding Adam since this morning. He’s never tried to fight me before, but I’d never messed around with his sister before either. I can’t believe he even bought it to be honest.
I grab a drink from the fridge, and my hand is on the door when I hear Will scoot a kitchen stool across the tile. He’s sitting down, leaning his elbow against t
Adam doesn’t believe me, I know it, but I couldn’t get him off the phone fast enough. He kept threatening to call Dad, but frankly, I don’t care. When a hot guy—that you’ve been drooling over—tells you he’s going to show you how sex is supposed to feel, you do as he says. Especially if that guy is Cade. My legs tremble as I walk through the front door. The house is still mostly messy, and the evidence of DEAD BITCH is still spray painted on the dining room wall, which we didn’t finish the other day. Cade isn’t in the kitchen, so I follow the hallway back to the other side of the house. The light flicks on from the second door down and then I hear the shower. I feel like hummingbirds flutter inside me. The door creaks as I push it open, causing Cade to spin around. His shirt is off, lying on the floor beside his bare feet. Each ripple of his abdomen is chiseled, his hipbones protruding in that droolworthy dip of his oblique, making my fingers
Mom isn't at her usual lowdown drug houses or the seedy motel on Highway 10. My bad mood grew with each mile I added to my odometer looking for her. I should have known she wouldn't have stayed at the rehab, she never did. After an hour, I decide to go home since it's getting late. Jaden's lack of texting me back has me on edge. I was sure Adam hadn't believed she went home for the night, but not enough to keep her from texting me. The lights are off when I get home, the only evidence of someone being home is the snoring from Will's room. I double-check that Adam isn't home before walking into Jaden's room. Her back is turned to me, but I can tell she's awake from her breathing. "Did you find her?" she asks softly. I crawl over the bed and wrap my arm around her, taking in her flowery scent. "No, she'll show up soon. Did Adam harass call you any?" "No." Turning her over, I glance at her tear-filled eyes. "What's wrong?
I wipe the mascara from the corner of my eye. It doesn't matter that I'm hiding in the bathroom on the second floor of the art's center like a child, or that I'm missing my class this hour. It should matter but it doesn't. I can't be ashamed anymore, because I'd rather be weak than humiliated in front of an entire campus of students. The door opens and I lift my feet to the closed toilet seat and curl my knees into my chest. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Another text from my dad. It's only a matter of time before he shows up unexpected, so I answer. "Hello." He sighs heavily. "I've texted and called you for hours, Jaden. Where have you been?" I stare at the bathroom stall door. "I've been in class, Dad." I hear him starting his car in the background and his engine roar. "Your brother said you were coming home the other night, but you didn't show up. Funny you didn't mention it to me?" The toilet next to me flushes. "Are
I step into the bar, the dim lighting casts shadows over the room and makes me feel even more out of place. Even though on the outside I know I fit in, my objective of finding the douchebag that took my mother makes me feel like a nark. I slide onto a barstool and order a drink. There are many seedy characters standing around pool tables and hanging around the dance floor, but none of them look old enough to know the guy from my mother's house. The bartender hands me my drink. "Thanks, Bro. How long have you been working here?"I down the amber liquid. He pushes his long hair from his eyes, and lifts a brow that's pierced in three different places. "You not into girls your age?" he asks. "Not for me. I'm looking for someone. A guy in his forties, biker, huge beard." He gives me a bored look. "This isn't a biker bar. It's more for college kids. You could try The Hell-Hole down town; they have a lot of bikers that go there." I sigh. I
Adam's drunk and I thank God for it. The girl with him is giving us a bored look while Adam tries his best to be intimidating. Cade walks over casually, digging a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. When he offers it to Will, he tries unsuccessfully to knock it out of Cade's hand. "I asked what are you doing back here with my sister!?" The girl with him huffs and walks back into the bar. "I saw her come out here trying to get away from the creep inside, and I didn't think it was a good idea for her to be alone in a dark alleyway. Sue me." Adam thought about it, looking over his shoulder, he notices that his friend left. "Great," he hisses. "Come back inside," he eyes me and then Cade. "And don't think about touching my sister, Cade." I watch Cade's fingers curl into a ball at his side while he lets out a huff of smoke. "Why are you so worried about me hurting your sister, Adam? She was just inside with some douchebag that would
I look up at Jaden over the top of her car. She's talking to a customer about different prices on lube jobs, biting her lip and tucking her hair behind her ear. My knuckles turn white from my tight grip. The distance is killing me. I want to slam the hood and drag her back to the breakroom and lock the door. Her gaze moves to mine through the window of the door separating us. She smiles. I wink at her, loving the blush that tints her cheeks. "Cute girl," Johnny says. "Isn't she your friend's little sister?" he asks, wiping his hands on his uniform. I snarl, keeping my gaze on her car and my mouth shut. He chuckles and leans forward to see what I'm doing. "You're working on her car, giving her the eye all day and you live together? Doesn't take a genius to figure out you're screwing her—," Standing up, I slam the hood down, missing his fingers by an inch. He jumps backs, but doesn't lose his grin. "Well, looks like I've struck a nerve,
I'm livid. I can't believe my dad or Adam for that matter. Going through my stuff? Where is his dignity? Besides being completely humiliated in front of Cade, now he knows I haven't taken my pills and probably thinks I'm insane. I stare at my closed door wanting nothing more than my dad to fall down the stairs on his way out. Not to mention, I now have to pay all of my bills alone—I don't even care—I'll do whatever to be out from underneath his thumb. Instead of stew in my pot of my anger, I change into my pajamas and work my way through my homework. I assume Dad left, but Adam doesn't come into my room or try. Smart guy. I'd probably toss a book at his genitals if he did. I'm midway into an episode of Catfish when I hear someone—or something—peck on my window. Since we're on the second floor, I'm a little concerned, but I walk over and look out. At first I don't see anyone, but I hear him. "Open the window." It's Cade. I glance out a
She's dead. I failed her for good this time. I'll never be able to shake the image of her on that cool sterile table. Unfortunately, she looked better in death than the last time I saw her strung out and shivering in the heat. She looked at peace, which was more than I could say since I was a child. My phone beeps around eleven as I'm staring at my ceiling. It's Jaden. Her: I'm moving out. I lift a brow. Me: Oh yeah? Where are you going? I can imagine the frustrated look on her face. Her: I don't know yet. My dad wants me out unless I do what he says. I have money saved up, and the job at the garage, I'll find something. The thought of moving out of this apartment with her tempts me. I bite my lip gently, knowing it's too soon, I hardly know this girl. But I like her. I start to type out a text but stop. Adam would flip his lid if I moved out