Flirting With Chaos (11 page)

“This is my house!” Dad’s voice boomed through the walls. Glass smashed against the wall that my bedroom and parents’ space shared.

“This is our house and keep your voice down,” Mom argued. “You don’t get to come in here if you’re drunk and high off of whatever you’re messing with now. Get out!”

“Fuck you! I bought this house—”

“We bought it. You take your shitty-ass money with you if you think you’re going to walk in here smelling like whores and drugs and think you’re going to lay down with me.”

A door slammed. Another did after it. Footsteps banged by my room.

“I’ll call the cops!” Mom screamed.

“Call them, you grimy tramp. Call them like you always do. I’ll fucking be upstairs in my bedroom, wanking off since my wife is too good to do it for me!”

I had to pee, but I stayed in my bed. The bathroom was across from my doorway. I pressed my legs together to calm it.

“I’m on the phone with them now!” Mom called out from downstairs.

“Oh, yeah? You’ll be dead before they get here!” Dad stomped through the hallway to the stairs.

No. Don’t kill Mommy
.

My nerves flared. Urine ran down my leg as I cried into shivering hands.

“Rain.” Someone shook me. “Rain.”

I pushed the hand away and opened my eyes. Salty sea air brushed against my skin. “Stop, Jude. I’m awake. Quit shaking me.”

“The sun is coming up, Rain. You told me to wake you before you missed it.”

“I did?” I scanned the area around me.

We lounged on the front of Jude’s new Bugatti. As far as I knew, he was the only one that owned a custom-built, four-door Bugatti. It must’ve cost Kaden a lot of money to spoil his son with it, but then again, many corporations gave or leased him items with the promise that he would make sure to be seen on TV or in the news with them.

My back lay against his windshield. The beach surrounded us. Jude had driven as close to the shore as he could without getting water in the car. His tires were probably messed up by now. I hoped we wouldn’t need a tow truck to help us out.

“Yeah. You did.” He smoked his joint, coughed, and handed it to me.

My mouth was dry. My waist ached and stung. The memory of getting my tattoo rushed to my mind. I yanked down the waistband of my pants and stared at it in shock. “Wow. I thought I asked for a fairy on a mushroom.”

“You changed your mind after we took a quick smoke. You drew that and were screaming about how we both should get it.”

I strained to get a closer look. Instead of a fairy, a different tattoo greeted my eyes—a ripe, red apple rested on a coiled gold and sea-green snake. Its tiny tongue stuck out and formed the word “Jude.”

“Holy fuck! I’ve got your name on my body?”

“I told you that you would be pissed when you came down from your high, but you insisted.”

“Yeah, right. I bet you were just
so
fighting against me putting your name above my panty line.”

He snorted and lifted his shirt. “Well, I wasn’t against it. I thought it would be cool too, which is why I put your name on me.”

I directed my attention to his glorious six-pack and laughed. Right next to the delicious path of blond hair that traveled into his jeans was the exact tattoo that I had, except the snake’s tongue formed the word “Rain” instead of “Jude.”

“Do you remember what you said in front of the tattoo artist as he drew it on me?” he asked.

I covered my face in horror. “Oh God. What did I say?”

“‘Now, when groupies give you a blow job, they’ll see my name.’”

“Awesome.” I slumped back with embarrassment.

He watched me. “Any regrets on the tattoo?”

“No.” I checked mine out again. “This actually is cooler than the fairy. Plus, the fairy was just something I liked, whereas this symbolizes so much more. I’m glad I got it.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not upset. Now, any regrets on the hot and steamy sex we had in front of everybody at the tattoo parlor?”

“What?” I looked down at my clothes. They didn’t appear messed up at all.

“Just joking.”

“You could’ve kept the joke going. Clearly, I don’t remember much after we left the museum.”

The sun crept up over the surface of the ocean, layering the sky into dark oranges and golden rays that pushed away the darkness above it. It was beautiful. Waves crashed against rocks as we continued to watch. Birds flew by, traveling through the sky as it transformed from night to day right before our eyes.

I exhaled and leaned my head on Jude. “Good idea. I may not punch you in the balls for waking me up now.”

“This was your idea while we tried to sneak away from my dad who started preaching to me about the misfortunes of fucking a good friend.”

“That would be me, of course. The good friend?”

“Yep.”

I yawned. “Where’s T-Bone?”

“You thought it would be funny to run from him too. He’s going to whip your ass when he sees you next.”

“So not my fault.” Another yawn fled from my lips. “Did we ever escape your father?”

“Sort of.”

I closed my eyes and rested a little, promising myself that I wouldn’t fall back asleep but instead take a few minutes to chill. Time passed with just the sound of birds talking to each other and the waves traveling back and forth.

“Dad thinks I’ll treat you like shit after we have sex.”

Well, that woke me up.

I opened my eyes and peeked at him. “Will you treat me like crap after we have sex?”

He sucked his teeth. “I can’t believe you have to ask me that.”

I shrugged. “You do tend to sleep with women and never truly deal with them again.”

“I couldn’t do that to you. Who the hell would I call at night and talk on the phone with? Who else would deal with my crap?”

“Good point.”

He put the joint out on the surface of his car.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Such is life.” He flung the joint out on the sand.

“You ruined an almost priceless car’s surface and littered at the same time. You’re going to hell.”

“You’ll be there with me.”

I tensed. He’d been joking, of course. Yet, I often wondered if I would, in fact, go to hell for all the things I’d done in my life.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“How spoiled you are.”

“You sound like Dad. He kept on saying that I could sex any woman I desired, so why hook up with you?”

I squinted my eyes and stared at him. “Your dad is really getting to you, isn’t he?”

“Why do you say that?”

“You never go on and on about something like this unless you’re bothered by it. Are you thinking about backing out of this? It would be fine if you did.”

“No.” He leaned all the way back on his windshield and tucked his arms under his head. “When I said I’ve considered sleeping with you, that was an understatement. If my spank bank ranked the mostviewed fantasies in my mind, it would be hot ones of you riding me.”

That woke me up completely. I cleared my throat. “Me riding you?”

“Yes. With your hair splayed all over your shoulders and those big breasts bouncing up and down. I wonder what color your nipples are.”

I stiffened in shock. “Do I say anything?”

“My name, but it’s weird. You do it in your mom’s Jamaican accent. Sometimes your mom is there too.”

I hit him. “Okay. I don’t want to hear any more. You’re disgusting.”

“Oh, like you don’t touch yourself to dirty thoughts.” He turned his head my way and laid it on his hands. “You ever touch yourself thinking of me?”

“Maybe.”

“Tell me more.”

“Do you have any water?” I closed my eyes.

“I’ll give you some water if you tell me what you picture me doing to you.” His voice held the same sort of excitement as when he was opening a gift or really hyped up about something.

“It’s no big deal.” I stretched my toes, suddenly realizing I wore no shoes. “We don’t even have sex. At least, not the way it is defined.”

“Boring. Give me some details.”

“I have my legs open and you’re between them.”

“Are you naked?”

I struggled to not blush. “We both are. I’m touching myself—”

“Where?”

I bit my lip. “My nipples.”

They hardened as I imagined the thought. The car moved under my legs. Jude moved closer to me. I opened my eyes as his hand snapped the top of my jeans open.

“What else?’” He pulled the zipper down inch by torturous inch. “Don’t worry. We won’t have sex. I just want to…”

“What?”

“Get us familiar with each other.”

“That’s it?”

“I don’t know. All I can think about right now is having my fingers inside of you. Blood is no longer flowing in my brain right now. It’s somewhere else. Now, tell me what else I do.”

I swallowed. “You stroke yourself right in front of me.”

He dove his hand into my pants and slid his fingers into my panties.

I gasped. My heart pounded in my chest. My fingers balled into tight fists. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I damn sure didn’t want him to stop. Relief flowed through me. There was a reason why I hadn’t let anyone touch me. The very thought of other guys placing their fingers anywhere on my skin made me break out in hives. But Jude’s touch inspired the opposite. I moistened right as his finger tenderly stroked me.

He scooted over to me and kissed my cheek. “What else do I do?”

“You rub your penis—”

“I don’t have a penis, Rain. I have a dick. Say it.” He gently bit the curve of my neck. Shivers of bliss waved through me. His stroking moved in a circular rhythm.

“You put the head of your dick on my clit and rub it over and over until I come.”

“Hmm. You’re so nasty.” He entered his finger inside of me. “I love it. Tell me more.”

I arched my back and could only whisper, “Mmm.”

“You want to come right now?”

“Yes.” I rocked into his fingers and felt ready to pop.

“You think you can handle my tongue right here.” He glided his thumb over my aching bud.

“Yes.”

“I’ll lick you right now if you take off these jeans as well as promise me that you’ll keep your moaning down so you won’t wake up Vicky and my dad.”

I scrunched my face up into confusion. “What?”

“They’re in the back, knocked out.” He sucked on my neck and slid his finger in and out of me.

I moaned and forgot what he’d even said as hundreds of shivers stimulated all of the cells in my body and awakened desire in my core.

He rubbed his cheek against mine. “Not too loud, Rainy.”

“Actually, we’re up and enjoying the show. Be as loud as you want,” Kaden said from behind us.

I shoved Jude away, which was difficult with his finger still working deliciously over my clit. “Stop it.”

“Why?”

“Your dad.”

“Fuck him. I don’t want to stop.”

I punched his arm. “I do.”

He wrenched his fingers away. “Sorry. You’re just so fucking wet.”

Rage curled in my chest. I tried not to show it, but I couldn’t stop from frowning. Plenty of times before, he’d told me about the crazy things he and his dad did with women. They’d had sex with twins in a McDonald’s bathroom once. Thankfully, they had done it in different stalls. Last Christmas, he’d called me from Russia at three in the morning, crying about how he’d taken acid with his dad and thought they’d had a threesome with some Russian waitress on a pool table after the restaurant closed. As we talked, he began to realize that the memory was false. Sure, they’d shared the same waitress, but not at the same time. The whole moment ended up being a bad head trip, yet Jude thought that horrific scene could be his future if he continued using too many drugs with his dad as they hooked up with women. From then on, he kept a decent distance from Kaden.

“Are you mad at me now?” Jude’s voice came out in a low whisper.

“I’d rather not do stuff in front of your dad.” I made sure to not say, “Or with your dad,” hoping that was understood.

“Me either. You’re not the type of woman I’d share with him or anybody else. You’ve got to know that.” He touched my ear with his lips. “It’s just that you started talking about imagining my dick when you touched yourself, and it made me stop thinking for a few minutes. It won’t happen again.”

“Okay.” I zipped my jeans back up, inched over to the side, and jumped off of the car. “You still could have told me they were behind me.”

“I forgot you didn’t know.”

Sand smoothed against my bare feet. I trudged to the passenger side of the car, happy that Kaden didn’t say anything else and further embarrass me. Glasses wrapped around his face. Fake jade diamonds bordered the glasses.