Page 79 of A Foster Fling
I don’t know how long we run for, but my thighs are burning and my skin is freezing from the perspiration that’s accumulating on my forehead. We turn down an empty alleyway and Jaiden double backs, pushing me against a chain-link fence.
Our mouths slam on each other and I’m lost in everything that’s my brother. His hand runs inside of my shirt until his palms squeeze my cup, making me moan into his mouth.
“You like that, don’t you? This is what you wanted from me?”
“Fuck you.”
He throws his head back and laughs. My hand slaps his face, grabs the front of his shirt, and pulls his lips back on mine. I’m tired of hearing him talk and spew his venom. He’s better like this, silent except for the sound of our breaths panting between our kisses.
My legs widen as he presses closer against me and my core, making the metal fence dig into me. What the hell are we doing right now? What is wrong with us? Why does hating him feel so right when we’re like this? Why does loving him feel so wrong?
“We shouldn’t.” I don’t know if I’m saying to him or more to myself.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,Princess.”
My hand moves to slap him again, but he grips my wrist before I can make the hit. His eyes blaze with something, and a menacing smile reaches his face. My eyes dart between his as my breath hitches.It’s happening again.I can feel it.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Mel. You might not like where it ends.”
“Who are you?”
He laughs and it sends goosebumps across my skin. His pupils focus in and out, sending fear through me. Despite my instincts telling me I should run, something else pulls me in and I stand stock still like a deer in headlights as he dips his head slowly towards mine again.
His tongue licks the seam of my lips seductively and they part on a gasp. When we connect again, the air around us begins to heat up with some sort of energy I can’t name. The electricity is crackling across my skin and towards my scalp when the kiss turns so passionate that my pussy throbs in response.
When the connection breaks for a brief second, the name falls out of my mouth like a sigh. “Jada.”
“That’s right. That’s a good girl.”
What’s wrong with this situation right now? What’s wrong with me that I’ve come to finally notice these weird quirks? “Why are you like this?”
He laughs humorlessly and walks away without turning back, leaving me against the fence, lost and flustered.
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It took me longer than I thought to get back home. I didn’t realize Jaiden led me across town, almost into the next neighborhood.
Since we essentially ditched school, I make it home a few hours before the normal time. The house is empty and it’s eerie. It feels like something dark and stagnant was left behind—a metaphorical aftertaste in the air.
My skin prickles and I tell myself I’m just overthinking things. It’s all in my mind. There’s no one here and yet I still feel like I’m being watched. Running up the stairs, I drop my backpack onto the floor quickly and grab a new set of clothes and a towel.
After all that running, I feel like I’m covered in dust that’s clung to me and the sweat on my skin. I also want to wash off this weird feeling that’s coursing through me. The hot water relaxes my muscles, the steam in the room clearing my mind. I’m just getting paranoid. No one is even home. Who the hell knows where my brother went?
What are we doing? What amIdoing with Jaiden? WhoisJada?
The girls talked about him being bisexual, but I don’t think that’s it at all. Does he have a mental illness I don’t know about? Should I get him help?
Good luck with that.
Our parents would never believe it. They’d probably just strip him down and whip him until he comes to his senses.
No, I can’t do that. I can’t watch that again.
Mindlessly rubbing the lotion on my skin, I try to think of all the possible solutions to what’s going on. He’s seventeen. What happens when he hits the magical number? Is he going to leave us? Is he going to leavemehere?
My throat tightens and I whimper at the thought of being left alone in this house with Dad. Mother and her upkeep of our reputation hides everything behind a smile. Everyone at church thinks they’ve done such a good deed by saving two needy children from the foster system in their household.
A headache comes on the more I think of our sham of a family, and I try to finish putting in leave-in treatment on my curls before wrapping it in a silk scarf.