Page 10 of Justus
Sadiegets to her feet and hugs her mother again. “Go get some rest. After we’resettled, I want to show Justus around town a little, and then I’ll make alasagna for dinner tonight.”
Amber’sface lights up. “That sounds fantastic. And we’re all going for a spa daytomorrow. Don’t forget.”
Sadieleads me upstairs, and down a hall, stopping at the last room. “This was myroom growing up. The other bedroom is being used for storage, so I guess we’resharing.”
“Where’syour brother’s room?”
“Hestays in the basement, and Mom’s room is downstairs. It’s too hard for her toclimb stairs now.”
Sheopens the door to a large room, painted light blue. A queen size bed rests inthe center of the room, made up with cream colored bedding. The walls arecovered with pictures and awards from her high school years. She tosses her bagon the bed and proceeds to unpack. “You can use that dresser. The drawers onthe right side are empty.”
“Thanks,”I reply absently, my eyes drawn to the pictures on a corkboard above thedresser. Sadie poses in a leotard and tutu, a large trophy in her hand. Shelooks about sixteen and is every bit as beautiful as she is now.
Amuch younger Sadie smiles at me from a photo, surrounded by a group of girlswearing identical short skirts and carrying pompoms. She’s fucking adorable. “Youwere a cheerleader.”
“Freshmanyear.”
Turningto face her, I grin. “Do you still have the uniform?”
“No,you perv.”
“That’sa shame. You’ll just have to show me your routine in the nude.”
“Justhold your breath and wait for it.”
Ilove her little smart ass comebacks, and the way she pretends to hate it when Iflirt with her. I’ve seen how she looks at me when she thinks I’m not payingattention, and trust me, she doesn’t mind. When she first agreed to take me onthis trip, I planned to use it as an opportunity to get her in bed. A weektogether? Sleeping in the same bed? Simple. But after seeing what she’s goingthrough with her mother, that isn’t a priority anymore. Don’t get me wrong, ifshe offers, I’ll be all over her, but right now she needs someone and I’m it.
Thephotos on her walls take me back to the last time I saw my sister. A socialworker arranged it so I could visit her in one of the foster homes. She wasthirteen and living with an older couple whose kids were already grown. Sheseemed happy when she proudly showed me that she had her own room, and she hada wall just like this one, filled with pictures of her and her school friends.Maybe all girls do that, I don’t know.
Iwas relieved to see she was happy, healthy, and with good people. I was toldlater that the woman had a severe stroke, and the husband didn’t want to dealwith raising a teenager along with caring for a disabled wife, so she went backinto the system. She must have ended up somewhere worse, or she wouldn’t haverun away.
I’venever stopped looking for her. No matter how hard I try, I can’t shake thefeeling that something terrible has happened to her. Why else would she notlook for me? I’ve made sure to always have my phone number and address listed.A simple Google search on my name and my information pops right up.
“Areyou okay?” Sadie’s uncertain voice draws me out of my reverie.
“Yeah.Fine.” I force a smile.
Wetake a few minutes to put our stuff away and get settled. Sadie approaches meas I’m placing my items on the counter in the attached bathroom and hands me awhite envelope. “Here’s your money. And as I said, I’ll pay for everythingwhile we’re here.”
Ifeel like an ass taking money from her now that I know why she wanted me here,but I know she’ll feel like I pity her if I don’t accept it, so I just take theenvelope and nod. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.
Damn.Thinking about my sister has soured my mood and apparently, it’s obvious.Grinning, I take a step toward her, pinning her against the cabinet. “I’m good.I was just thinking we need to practice.”
Herforehead wrinkles. It’s cute. Am I seriously admiring a woman’s foreheadwrinkles? I’m off my game. It’s time to get the upper hand back.
“Practicewhat?”
“Youwant your mom to think we’re in love, right? Couples in a long term relationshipdon’t freeze up when their partner touches them.” Her breath catches and hereyes widen as I slide my palm across her cheek. Oh yeah, I affect her whethershe likes it or not.
Deepblue eyes stare into mine and her lips part. God, she has great lips, full anda little pouty. “I wouldn’t want you to go all weak in the knees the first timeI kiss you in front of her.”
Sherolls her eyes. “I think I can handle it.”
“Yeah?”She doesn’t get a chance to answer. Her lips are soft and warm beneath mine,and I suck gently on her lower one before easing my tongue into her mouth. Hereyes slam shut and she melts into me, her hands sliding behind my neck as wedeepen the kiss. The little whimper she makes goes straight to my cock.
Myintent was to give her a little kiss, draw her attention away from my sullenmood, but the taste of her erases all my control. Soft fingers play with thehair on the nape of my neck as we lose ourselves in each other. My hand hasjust settled on the curve of her amazing ass when we hear a door closedownstairs, jerking us back to reality.
Webreak apart, and I take a step back. She stares up at me, and I run my thumbover her red, slightly swollen lips. “Still think you can handle it?” I tease.
