Flirting With Chaos (23 page)

He flipped a switch and pressed some buttons. “Promise to give me your honest opinion on this.”

And just like that, he had shifted to a new mood, and I found myself not pissed at him, but happy I was with him.
Why does he have so much power over my emotions?
He knew what emotional buttons to push and which ones to ignore. Once I realized he rented the bus to drive me around on my crazy whim of a road trip, I had to forgive him. I’d planned on driving out of Miami as fast as I could, escaping all those dark memories and the very idea of my life for a few days. I didn’t even have a notion as to where I’d be going. I just knew I had to get out of the city. But now, Jude stood in front of me, ready to comfort me as I went through a stressful situation, and I couldn’t figure out why I hadn’t thought about asking him to come with me before.

“Okay.” He turned another knob.

“What is the song called?”

“I’m not telling you.”

The sound of falling rain filled the studio, and not a pitter patter, but an all out assault of water on pavement. A simple beat rushed in next, making me bop my head to the rhythm. An electric violin played a melody that complemented the beat and the sound of the rain. Then came flutes and a piano. I’d never heard anything like it. Everything merged together in a perfect harmony of pleasing noises and tempo. It created an ideal fusion of experimentation and progressive rock.

I grinned. “This is crazy good.”

He placed a single finger in front of his lips. I stuck out my tongue, sat on the stool next to him, and listened some more.

“Her love is liquid. It drenches my skin. I can’t find where I start and she begins.”
Jude’s deep voice flowed out of the speakers.
“I’m drowning, baby, with a smile on my face, in the center of a monsoon. Her love’s a heavy shower, a cloud bursting in an explosion of water, rain dancing under the moon.”

Jude put his back to me, as if he was worried about my reaction.

“I pray the rain never ends, no trickle into a drizzle of her without me.”
His voice sounded so sad and beautiful at the same time.
“Let the storm come
—
her love, her pain, her joy, her sorrow
—
let it all fall down on me.”

My body tensed. Naturally, any mention of rain in his song made me think he’d written it about me. But I tried not to assume. I just listened. His lyrics and the captivating mix of raining and music imprisoned me in the moment. I absorbed it into my skin. I’d never experienced a sensation like that before. I felt high. Intoxicated. Drunk off his voice. I could have collapsed to the ground, wrapped the song around me like a blanket, and dwelled there for eternity, just me and his song.

When it was over, I felt hollow and empty, kind of like after Jude had moved inside of me days ago in the Bahamas and then slowly, inch by inch, left me. A void existed in my core.

He faced me with a neutral expression. “Do you like it?”

I tried to gain control of my breaths, feeling as if I’d been running at top speed for hours. “It’s all-consuming, Jude.”

“Stop it. Tell me the truth. No lies.”

“I’m so serious. It’s like a drug.” I rose on the tip of my toes and hugged him. “I can’t believe you wrote that.”

“I named it ‘Downpour.’”

“It’s fucking amazing.”

“Obviously you were my inspiration for it.”

“Obviously?” I quirked my eyebrows.

He glided his hands down the outline of my body. “After I dropped you off on Saturday, all I could think about were your moans and the way your body felt. I just wanted to memorialize that moment. I needed something around me that I could look at, touch, or hear in my darkest times and remember that there was an instance in my life where everything was pure and flawless. So I wrote this song.”

I had no idea what to say or how to react, so I said nothing.

He placed me back on the stool and devoured my lips with unhurried dips of his tongue. I groaned into his mouth, unable to hold back.

“What do I do about us, Rainy?” He lifted me up. “There’s no way I’m not fucking you while you’re on this bus this whole trip and laying next to me. I can’t even be around you for a few minutes without trying to taste you.”

“We don’t need to do anything.” I held on to him. “All these years I over-thought every move I made. This whole time I kept secrets in my head and tried to be the best daughter and student and friend and whatever else I needed to be. But I don’t think any of that ever matters. The world just goes on. Everything continues whether I fuck up or not. Now…I don’t want to think or plan out anything anymore.”

“So no thinking when it comes to us?” He kept me up by gripping my thighs.

“Exactly.” I let go of him and pulled off my shirt. “We just have sex when we want to.”

“And what about when we’d like to have sex with other people?”

I unsnapped my bra and gave him a wicked grin. “Then we have sex with other people.”

“I don’t know. That sounds like we’re playing with fire.” He set me down and unbuckled his pants. “Lucky for you, I can’t think right now. My cock is in so much pain from being so hard and not being able to feel your pussy around it.”

I hurried to take off my jeans and pointed to the glass walls of his studio. “What if someone sees us?”

He reached behind him and pressed a button. It beeped. Solid black curtains slid over the walls. His jeans fell to his ankles. Once again, he wore nothing under them. His cock popped out in a stiff erection that tinted pink toward the tip. “Turn around.”

My mouth dropped open. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

“Not in my…actual behind, right?” My bottom lip quivered.

“No overthinking this, remember?” He chuckled.

“No putting anything in my behind either.” I twisted around. Right as I bent over the stool, Jude picked me up in the air by my hips so I was forced to flail my arms out to try to maintain balance.

“What are you doing?” I planted my hands on the walls where the buttons were as he kept my feet off of the ground and my ass in the air next to his cock.

“Press the red button near your hand.” He propped one of his legs on the stool’s foot rest so that his leg held up one of mine. “I have an idea for another song.”

I steadied myself on the wall, making sure the top half of my body remained up as Jude held the lower half close to him. The microphone dropped in the center. A screen turned on with bright blue lines that dragged over the display like one would see on heart monitor machines in hospitals. Jude rubbed the tip of his erection along my center, drawing squiggly lines along the wet lining.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “You’re so ready for me. When did you start getting wet, Rainy? When I kissed you or when I brought you into the studio?”

“When you kissed me.” The lines on the screen shifted into a wavy pattern each time I said a word. “Are you recording this?”

“Yes. I want to record you moaning.” He thrust inside of me with no warning or time to comprehend his answer.

Oh shit.

He pounded into me with no mercy, filling me with all of him, and it was a lot. My entire body felt full with his cock inside my tunnel. My pussy moistened more with each delicious plunge. Ribbons of bliss uncoiled, stretched over my flesh, as my aching nerves trembled in wet desire. Shocked, I realized I was already so close to coming just from a few seconds of him inside of me.

“Jude!” A ragged moan followed.

“Oh, Rainy. You take my dick like a good girl should.”

Slapping noises rose in the studio as he pumped into me at a steady pace. He spanked my ass. I shrieked. He increased his speed and slipped his hands over to my clit, bearing those succulent fingers down on my throbbing bud and teasing it until I screamed.

“Jude! Oh God!”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, don’t stop! Oh, please! Don’t. Stop.”

“I love you, Rainy.”

That was all I needed. My body ignited into fragments of the person I used to be. His cock repaired me, as odd as it seemed. He mended me with each pound, freeing my spirit. I ceased thinking about the crap in my past or the rough days to come in my future. I only focused on him, his cock, and my body’s earth-shattering responses.

“Oh! Oh!” An orgasm tore into me, racking my brain with blind pleasure.

“Damn it. You already have me coming.” Jude trembled behind me and groaned so loud I could have sworn the glass around us shuddered.

Liquid dripped along my thighs as his strokes dwindled down to exhausted pushes and whimpering grunts. Seconds later, he pulled out of me, yet his presence still remained inside of my body as if he’d never left. He whipped me around to face him like I weighed nothing, his arms wrapping around me in a tight hug. I felt safe and loved for the first time that day.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He nibbled my ear.

“For everything.”

He planted kisses on my shoulders, breasts, and lips. “Don’t ever try to run away without me again. I’m here for you, Rainy. No matter what. I’ll be there. Just me and you against the crazy world. Don’t ever fucking forget how much I love and care for you.”

“I won’t,” I whispered. “I won’t.”

He carried me to the shower with a shirt draped over me just in case T-Bone spotted us in the hallway.

After Jude made love to me under hot water and rising steam, I lay down to take a nap, thinking about him and hoping that this new level of our relationship would work out.

I need a break from disorder. No conflict. No problems.

I’d barely closed my eyes when my phone beeped, signaling that I had a new text message. I had assumed on Saturday that the unrecognized number was Kaden’s. Now, I was certain.

I’m sorry about pushing you to talk about your parents
at the cemetery. Do you forgive me? ~ K

I forgive you. ~ R

Can I see you tonight? Dinner? Movie? Concert?
A passing of a joint among two good friends? ~ K

Unease hit my gut. I had to take precautions when dealing with Kaden. He’d proclaimed he desired me as well as that he would consume my soul if given the chance. I didn’t take that lightly at all. Not to mention, he was Jude’s dad. I had no intentions of doing anything to hurt or disrespect my best friend.

Are you still there? ~ K

I’m doing a road trip right now. I’m no longer in Miami. When I come back, maybe we can do something together. ~ R

Are you with Jude? ~ K

I sighed and had no idea if Jude wanted his dad to know his whereabouts or not.

Yes. He’s with me. ~ R

What’s the next city you’ll be heading to? ~ K

I’d told Jude I needed to grab some of my art stuff from my studio in Sarasota. We planned to spend the night there and then head out the next afternoon. The tattoo that Jude and I shared had inspired me to put it on a huge canvas. To Jude’s dismay, I hoped to incorporate our bodily fluids into the piece. It would be our blood, of course, to form the red in the apple. I’d ordered Jude to provide me with as much semen as he could. He’d claimed he masturbated at least once a day. I challenged him to shoot the semen into a jar designated for my painting and have me a good bit by the time we reached my place.

I’m dropping by my art studio in Sarasota tomorrow morning to get some supplies. We’re resting there that night. ~ R

I’ll meet you there. ~ K

Wait. I’m not sure if that is a good idea. ~ R

Trust me. It is. Will you paint me? ~ K

I shook my head, wondering what he was trying to do now?

Yes. I can paint you and Jude together. ~ R

I’ll be at your studio with a robe on
and nothing underneath. F ~ K

I’ll call the cops if you come to my studio
with no clothes on! G ~ R

Fine. You can paint me with clothes on.
I’ll see you there at 12 in the afternoon? ~ K

Fine. ~ R

Bye, Rainbow. ~ K

I slung my phone into my purse, climbed out of bed, and headed to Jude as he wrote in his studio.
I probably should let him know now and prepare for his moodiness.

I knocked on the glass. His gaze centered on his tattered notebook. He slid his pen over the paper like a frantic artist, staining the white page with black swirls and scribbles.

“Jude.” I knocked again.

He snapped his attention to me and opened the door. “What’s up, Rain?”

“Your dad texted me.”

“How did he get your number?” he said through clenched teeth.

Happy to pissed in seconds. I have a gift.

I shrugged. “I thought you gave it to him. I don’t know.”

He returned his attention back to his notebook, but he didn’t write. He just stared at the page. “What did my dad text you for?”