Chaotic (Imperfect Perfection) (19 page)

I tipped his head back to rinse out
all of the suds and then grabbed onto the bar of soap and the washcloth,
crouching down to my knees to start at his feet and work my way up.  He somehow
managed to stand there, still as a statue while I rubbed down every single part
of his body with a silent smile.

Once I was finished, I pushed him
gently under the water to rinse off, and he grabbed the washcloth out of my hands.

 “Your turn, I think you’ve been a
very dirty girl.” I smirked at him as he repeated the same process on my body,
but I wasn’t able to maintain as much control as he had. He was literally
driving me insane. My body was on fire at his every touch.

 When he parted my legs, I bit back
a moan, tilting my head backwards and squeezing my eyes shut. My body trembled
beneath his hands, wanting more, needing more. His hands disappeared suddenly,
and when I peaked my eyes open he was reaching to turn off the water. I let out
a loud groan, slapping my hand on top of his to stop him from doing so and he turned
back, a confused look on his face. “You aren’t ready to get out?”

I shook my head sharply, reaching
down to grab onto his erection. “No, I think we should finish something first.”
I licked my bottom lip and smiled up at him. I knew there was no way he could
tell me no.

My hand moved up and down for a few
minutes but he had a pained expression on his face like he couldn’t take it any
longer. He quickly removed my hand, shoving me lightly against the wall. His
mouth landed on one of my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth and pinching
the other one between his fingers as I pushed against him, wrapping one leg
around his waist. I couldn’t get close enough to him.

 He moved to the next one, and I
moaned out his name, grinding myself into him at a frenzied pace. I needed him
now. “You wet for me, princess?” he asked, brushing his lips against my jaw and
then moving to twirl his tongue onto my ear. He reached one finger down to find
that I was more than ready and stilled my hips, grabbing my other leg to wrap
it tightly around his waist.

He slowly impaled me just as our
lips met to devour each other. I could tell that this was going to be over
quick for the both of us, and I could tell that Justin was trying to make it
last longer, but that was not what I needed right now. I moved my hips in a
quick, circular motion as he ran his hands up my sides, past my breasts, and
finally stopped at my hair, twisting his hands into it.

I could see the hunger in his eyes
as he grabbed onto my hips to quicken the pace even more, reaching down one of
his hands to that one spot that got me every time. My eyes popped open, staring
deep into his as he groaned against my lips.

My movements became jerky as I felt
that pure bliss taking over my body, and I clenched around him. He continued to
pound into my body, spilling his release into me as he lightly nipped at my
neck. My legs went limp, sliding down his body and we both collapsed onto the
floor of the shower, letting the now cold water cool are sweaty bodies.

                                                                                    
**********

After we finally made it out of the
shower and managed to throw some clothes on, Justin ran around the room jamming
our clothes into our bags as quick as he could. We’re supposed to be at my
grandparents this afternoon to meet up with my mom for lunch, something we were
both totally looking forward to
so
much, but I knew Justin really didn’t
want to make a bad impression no matter how big of a bitch she was.

He was also meeting my dad for the
first time, but I wasn’t so worried about that one. What I was really worried
about was how my parents would interact after all of these years of barely
talking to one another.

“C’mon princess,” he yelled into
the bathroom. “You know I think you look beautiful with or without makeup, we
don’t have time for your primping shit.”

“All right, I’m coming, Mr.
Impatient,” I replied, clutching the makeup bag in my hands and shoving it into
my suitcase. I grabbed a danish before rolling my suitcase to the door, and he
followed closely behind, practically pushing me out of the door.

 By the time we are into the car
and he had my grandparents address popped into the GPS, it informed us that we
would be arriving thirty minutes late. “I can make that up easily.” He squealed
out of the parking lot, laughing when he saw me clutching onto the door as he whipped
through the deserted town. “Chill baby, I’m going to do this for a living some
day. Who do you think taught me how to drive?”

“You would think that your dad
would warn you against driving like that, being a cop and all,” I muttered,
before relaxing a bit as he merged onto the highway. I pulled out my phone,
tapping at a few times before tucking it in between my legs.

“God, I wish I was that phone right
now,” he said, shifting in his seat, while giving me a sideways glance.

“Don’t even think about it buddy.
You aren’t getting any kind of rewards from me on the way back, times a
ticking, and you don’t need to be distracted.” His bottom lip stuck out into a
pout, and I laughed at his puppy-dog expression. “I texted Grams to tell her to
kill some time for us, I’m sure she can make it happen, so we don’t end up
getting a ticket.”

I spotted an expensive looking
rental car as soon as we pulled into the driveway, only about five minutes
late. Justin must have seen my hesitation because he scooped up my hand,
kissing each finger as he went. I could tell he was nervous too.

He looked even sexier than usual in
his dark washed jeans and long-sleeved navy shirt that seemed to make his gray
eyes shine brighter. His hair was tucked under one of his favorite black
beanies, and I smiled when he tugged it off quickly and ran a hand through his
hair. He was chewing on his lip where his lip ring normally was, and I could
tell that it was all ready raw. But he was trying to be supportive for me and
that made me fall in love with him even more.

My mother sat stiffly on the front
porch, dressed in a crème colored pant suit, her dirty blonde hair, that was so
similar to mine, pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She gave me
something that I think was supposed to resemble a smile, and I figured she had more
Botox injections since the last time I had seen her.

“Adelaide,” she said, flicking a
quick glance behind me at Justin, whose hand was at the small of my back. “So
nice you could grace us with your presence this afternoon.” No hug, no how are
you, but I really hadn’t expected it.

“Sorry, we were running a little
behind.” I turned around to smile at Justin and pulled forward on his hand.
“You could have gone inside without me. I’m sure everyone would have been so
excited to see you.”

“I’m sure,” she scoffed, as she
eyed Justin a little more closely, a flirty smile playing on her lips. Of
course she was going to flirt with my boyfriend, what mother wouldn’t?

“This is Justin Parker, Justin my
mother, Lillian Conklin.” He stuck out a hand and she politely held hers out,
holding onto his hand for longer than necessary.

“Well, let me just say hi to Grams
and Grandpa and we can head out for lunch. Do you know if Dad’s here yet?”

“Hopefully not,” I heard her mutter
before I opened the door and pulled my suitcase inside. Justin stayed on the
front porch with my mother, and I could hear her making some kind of small
talk. At least she wasn’t treating him like he was the scum on the bottom of
her stilettos like I had expected, even though there would be no reason.

I breathed out a sigh of relief as
soon as I stepped inside, the scents of cookies wafting from the kitchen, mixed
with the cinnamon potpourri Grams always kept around the house. I found Grandpa
sitting on the couch, staring out the front window with a scowl on his face.
“Is that mother of yours too good to come in here or something?”

“She thinks she is,” I replied.
“Sorry, I have no idea what her issue is.”

“That’s all right, Della. Not your
fault.” He stood up to give me a hug and grabbed my suitcase for me. “Did that
fella of yours surprise you?”

He had, but I was even more
surprised that Grandpa knew anything about it. “Yeah, it was nice,” I answered
vaguely.

“Good, I knew you would love the
beach. He called last week to talk to your grandmother and me for a bit and ask
for permission to take you on a little getaway. I thought it sounded like a
fine idea.”

Say what? “Well, I guess I owe you
two a little of thanks then. He certainly did surprise me.”

“He’s a fine young man, has a good
head on shoulders. Someone I could see you spending your future with.”

Well the surprises just kept on
coming over and over again. “That he is. I’m glad you think so too. Is Grams
around? I wanted to say hi before I left.”

He pointed up the stairs and shook
his head. “She’s taking a nap, said she could feel a headache coming on once
Lillian showed up in that fancy car of hers.”

Now that he mentioned it, I could
feel one coming on too. I wonder if anyone would notice if I snuck upstairs for
a nap. “All right then, we’ll catch up later. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I walked back out onto the porch
just in time to see my mother throwing her head back in laughter at something
Justin said. The sight was strange and one I definitely wasn’t used to.

“Oh, Adelaide, I think you have
yourself a keeper here,” she purred, batting her eyelashes. If Justin was worth
more money, I’m sure she would be trying to steal him for herself for an
upgrade.

“Well, are you two ready for lunch?
Where is Mia by the way?”

“She’s here,” my mother replied
blandly. “She decided to wait in the car.”

Something about my mother’s tone
told me she wasn’t too happy that Mia was along for the trip. It was surprising
to say the least since Mia had always been the perfect one.

Justin kissed me on the tip of the
nose before holding the back door open for me as I slid in, making room for
him. His hand settled into my lap as he slammed the door shut, and I looked
towards the front passenger seat. “Hi, M-” her name died on my lips as she spun
around, lowering her sunglasses down, while completely ignoring me, and her
eyes landed on Justin. “Well, hello there sexy. Are you sure you don’t want to
sit up here with me? I’m sure I can make room.”

Lunch had been…awkward. My mother
had surprisingly been talkative, I think mainly due to the fact that she was
trying to distract me from staring openmouthed at Mia. Or whoever it was that
had showed up with my mother, because it most certainly was
not
my perfect
step sister.

Gone was the glossy, waist length
chestnut hair that I had always been jealous of, along with the light makeup
she had always worn. She must have decided to switch her favorite store from Preppy’s
R Us to Sluts R Us.

I’m pretty sure there was no way
her tight neon pink skirt could get any shorter, and I guessed that she didn’t
have on any underwear, but that didn’t stop her from bending over as many times
as she could in front of
my
boyfriend. Justin was always quick to dart
his eyes away, but I was sure there was no way he couldn’t have seen something.

Her hair was now a bleach blonde,
pink stripes running through it and cut into choppy chunks. The thick framed
glasses she had always worn had been replaced by bright green contacts that I
thought made her look a little paranormal, but by the way she was making googly
eyes at my boyfriend, I think she was convinced they were sexy.

“So Mia, how’s school going?” I
asked as my mother drove back to my grandparent’s house. I was trying to break
down the wall that she had built up between the two of us for some reason. Not
once had she directed a single word in my direction. It had all been for
Justin.

“Oh, I dropped out,” she perkily
replied, like it was something to be proud of. She jumped out of the car as
soon as the car was in parked and opened up Justin’s door, hiking her shirt up
a little higher to reveal a flat stomach that had a large tattoo etched onto
it.

“Please talk to her,” my mother
said in a low tone. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she just showed
up one day looking like
that
and informed us that she had dropped out of
school. Apparently, her mom wouldn’t let her come home, so she came to us, and
Gerald just couldn’t turn her away. You’ve turned you’re life around, maybe you
can push her in the right direction.”

I was surprised that she thought I
could guide anyone in the right direction, and in a way, I think it was a back
handed compliment. Probably the only kind I would ever get. “I can try. She’s
probably going through some rebellious stage. You guys have always put pressure
on her to be the best. Maybe she just couldn’t deal with it any longer.”

“Pressure? We never did such a
thing. All we ever wanted for you two was the best.”

“Whatever,” I replied as I slid
across the back seat. “Are you coming in?”

“No, I’m feeling a little jet-lagged,
and I’m not sure I can deal with
that
at the moment.” She tilted her
head towards Mia who was now running her hand up Justin’s chest. I could tell
he was uncomfortable and it actually made me laugh a little. “Would you mind
bringing her by the hotel later? Maybe find something to entertain her for a
bit.” Basically, she was asking me to babysit Mia. I really didn’t want to, but
I figured I could at least be nice for once.

“Yeah, sure.” She peeled out of the
driveway as soon as I shut the back door, kicking up gravel as she sped away.
Mia didn’t even blink at being left behind. She was too busy trying to molest
my boyfriend.

“C’mon, lets head in to see if my dad’s
here.” I grabbed onto Justin’s elbow a little forcefully and Mia followed
behind us closely.