Tangled Up In You (A Savioe Family Novel)

by Atkinson, Ginny

  I whispered back as I continued to grind against him. “Shh.” I was completely caught up in the moment. I knew in the back of my mind that I should not be doing this. That he was right and we should just separate and let our hormones cool down. I knew that my parents would be back within the next hour and I needed to get him out of here before they showed. Unless I wanted to be embarrassed beyond belief, but I just could not for the life of me bring myself to stop.

  Another ripple of pleasure rushed to my head. I pulled my mouth away from his and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. In one swift motion, I pulled it over my head and tossed it on the cushion beside us. My lips reclaimed his as I pressed myself closer to him. His groan vibrated through my body when my covered breasts touched his chest. That wondering hand of his trembled as he grazed the bottom of my bra.

  I moaned as he finally captured my lace-clad breast in his hand. His thumb rubbed against my nipple, my head started to tingle as a jolt of intense pleasure shot through my system. A slight fog settled over my mind as my vision became tunneled. I mewled against his lips when the pressure started to build. My hips now moved frantically as I climbed toward a release.

  “Oh god.” I whispered squeezing my eyes shut as I felt the sudden burst of sensation flow from my body. I’ve read all the cheesy romance novels before describing it as a dam bursting, fireworks shooting off, or floating toward the heavens. I thought that they were all full of shit until that one moment where I thought the top of my head was going to explode.

  My forehead now rested on his shoulder, my breathing was shaky and labored. My legs still trembled and twitched like I had just run a marathon. His fingers dug into my hips and continued to move them before he let out a muffled grunt. A sudden wetness caressed my thigh as I realized he just came. I raised my head and looked at him. His eyes were closed, mouth agape as he tried to regain a normal rhythm to his breathing. Oh my god! What did I just do?

  I slowly moved off his lap and quickly put my shirt back on. Before I could move off the sofa, his arm snaked around my waist as he pulled me against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and rested his cheek on my hair. “Can I use your bat’troom? I… uh need ta clean up a bit.”

  I chewed on my sore lip to keep from smiling or from freaking out. My mind hadn’t decided which to do yet. “Of course.”

  I leaned back as he got up and walked to the bathroom. The movie was still playing just now getting to the part where they have the showdown in the Statue of Liberty. Glancing at the clock, I noticed we had been making out or whatever that was for quite a long time. My parents should be home in twenty minutes. I got up and went to my bedroom to change my underwear and shorts. Jess was right when she told me things would get sopping wet. Still undecided over how to react to everything I stood in the middle of my room with the soiled clothes in my hand and let out a small snort.

  I heard him exit the bathroom and quickly finished putting on clean shorts. Suppressing my mini freak out, I took a deep breath and joined him by the sofa. “You know it’s almost seven right?”

  He ducked his head running his hand through his hair. His shirt was now un-tucked in an attempt to hide the wet spot on his jeans. He glanced up at me that dimple making a brief appearance. “Really? Guess we gotta lil carried away den, huh, chèr?”

  I chuckled biting my lip. My fingers were fidgeting at the hem of my tank top. “Yeah. Guess so.”

  He gave me a smile that made my heart flutter. “I better git goin’ den. Doubt my brothers told my mom I’d be out dis late.”

  “I hope you don’t get into trouble for it.” My voice was still a bit husky from the aftermath and reflected my growing concern. That would totally suck. I get my first O and kiss the same day and he gets into trouble for being over here. I chewed on my bottom lip awaiting his response.

  “Don’ worry ‘bout it.” He walked over to me and pulled me into his arms for a hug. My face buried into his shirt taking in his musky scent.

  I gave him a quick squeeze before I grabbed his hand and ushered him out to his bike. “You’ll probably end up passing my parents on your way out. Oh, and I’ll write down that recipe for your mom and give it to you in the morning.” I took a deep breath and hoped I sounded calm and collected instead of revealing the warring emotions crashing through my system.

  He straddled the motorcycle and pulled me close to him. His knuckles brushed against my cheek. “I’ll call or text when I get home.” He grabbed my chin, gave me a final kiss before putting his helmet on and started the bike.

  I stepped back and gave him a small wave as he drove off. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I watched him speed down the road before I ran inside to talk to Jess. The gravity of things suddenly hit me when I glanced at my sofa. I just acted like a dog in heat or a sex-starved slut. He must think I’m a big ole skank. I seriously need to talk to Jess or mom about this.

  I ran into my room and rummaged through my bag for my phone. Finding it under his shirt form the other day I pulled up her number and called her.

  “Come on pick up. Pick up. Pick up!” I rambled as her house phone rang.

  “Frasier residence.” Her father answered gruffly.

  “Hey. It’s Roxy can I talk to Jess please?”

  He must have heard the slight tremble in my voice because he asked. “Is everything okay? You sound like you are about to cry or something.”

  “I’m fine I’m just having a girl crisis.” My lip trembled over his alarm.

  “Oh. I’ll go get her.” Instead of him normally yelling for her, I heard him place the phone down and walk to her door.

  She quickly picked up the receiver and yelled back. “I got it Dad!” I heard the other handset click off before she asked. “So….”

  “He just left and I don’t know what to think about what just happened.” I confessed sitting down on my bed.

  She gasped. “Did you fuck him?”

  “No! We were just watching a movie and he started kissing me. And I uh… kinda attacked him. I straddled him and pretty much just dry humped him.” I closed my eyes trying to ignore how my heart sped up at the memory of his lingering touch.

  “Really, just a kiss and a bit of grinding? If that’s all then why are you border-lining on freaking out?” I heard a snip of toenail clippers in the background.

  “Because I um…. Well, let’s just say I found out what an O feels like and kinda made sure he had one too.”

  “Shut up! You dirty little slut. I want all the details. Like now!” She squealed into the phone.

  “I already told you. I was just straddling him, kissing him and grinded against him.” I sat up on the edge of my bed and grumbled into the phone. “Well and at one point I took my shirt off.”

  “So you didn’t even like have skin to skin contact and he blew his wad?”

  “Jess!” I shouted.

  “What? If he can go off that quick without a lot of stimulation just imagine how lousy he’d be in bed. You’d be lucky to even get penetrated before he shoots off.” She explained disgust apparent in her tone.

  “I’m not even thinking about that right now. I’m just worried that he might think I’m going to be a sure thing now thanks to me channeling my inner you.” I grumbled out.

  She laughed. “If you channeled me then we would be having a different talk right now. Honestly, girl, don’t worry about it. If he freaks or says shit then he is not the one for you. Simple as that.”

  I heard a knock on my door. With phone in hand, I walked over and opened it. My mom stood there. I motioned for her to come in. “Jess, it’s not really that simple. You know I’m still going to fret over it. Anyway, mom is here waiting patiently for me to get off the phone. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I hung up the phone and placed it on my nightstand before crawling onto bed. She scanned the room and noticed my school clothes in the hamper that now covered my shorts and underwear from earlier. I looked away trying to conceal any signs of embarrassment or guilt. She sighed and sat
down on the end of my bed. “So, I take it you had someone over tonight. I noticed the extra plate in the dishwasher.” I nodded and grabbed my pillow hugging it to my chest. She worriedly noticed my action and asked, “What’s up? You know you can tell me anything.”

  I bit my now trembling lip and buried my face in my pillow. With my voice muffled, I told her what happened between Luke and me. The dinner, the talking, and the discovery of my inner tramp.

  She let out a sigh and tugged the pillow away from me. “So you think he is going to think you are some ho now and is going to treat you differently because of it?” I nodded at her. She moved closer to me and gave me a slight hug. “Sweetie, let me ask you this. Did he freak out or act standoffish afterward?”

  “No. He just went to the bathroom and we said our goodbyes. Mom, I’m just so worried about it. I never knew I had that part of me. I’m terrified that I’m going to end up like Jess.”

  She let out a soft laugh. “Roxanne, you are a hormonally crazed teenager, but you are also intelligent to know the repercussions of your actions. Just so you know that your school means more than your social life, you shouldn’t allow this to worry you so much. I know as a parent I should really be telling you to not to have sex or experiment but I can’t bring myself to be that much of a hypocrite. Just stay safe. If you think Luke could possibly be the one you’d let tickle your sweet spot go for it. But, I will make an appointment for you as soon as we can to get you put on the pill before you let things go further than what they did tonight. I’ll try for some time this week, that way it can be in your system for a while before your relationship progresses.”

  “Um… okay. Shouldn’t I be concerned over how fast things are moving though?”

  “Sweetie, sometimes things happen quickly. Look at your father and me. I knew the night I met him that he was mine. I stopped at nothing to get him, used every trick in the book and I mean every little trick I had learned and we are still together after seventeen years.” She gave me another quick hug before getting up looking back over at my hamper. “We won’t mention this to your father though. He may joke about it but I don’t think he is quite ready to accept that his little girl is growing up and getting dirty with a boy just yet.”

  “Okay mom. Thanks for listening.” I sighed.

  “That’s why I’m here. If you have any questions about any of it come to me first and not Jess. While I know she’s had experience with this I want you to get accurate info and not biased opinions. I mean any of it, positions, clothes, toys or whatever you find weird or odd. I will answer all of it.” She said as she was heading to the door.

  I stopped her before she left. “Mom. You really think the pill would be best for me? I mean what if I forget to take it?”

  “Set up a reminder on your phone and carry them with you at all times. That’s what I do. After a few months it will become routine.”

  I chewed on my lip. A thousand questions started flying through my head but I didn’t think I’d have the courage to ask any of it. She must have sensed my trepidation because she walked back to the bed and sat down. “I know that look, Sweetie.”

  I looked up at her and opened my mouth only to quickly close it. I took a deep breath and tried again. “So I know the basics thanks to Jess telling me in nauseating detail, but does it really hurt the first time?”

  “That depends on the guy. If he preheats the oven so to speak, you will feel only minor discomfort but if he rushes in like he is trying to divide and conquer then yes, you will feel pain. Unfortunately, most teenage boys are just worried about their own gratification. So you will have to set the pace. Don’t feel shy in asking him to do what makes you feel good.”

  “But how will I know what that is?”

  “Take it slow and explore your bodies before you make the leap to losing your virginity. Let him know when he does something that feels good or not. It’s all about communication, Sweetie.” She stopped and shook her head before laughing. “This is just surreal. I talk about this with my clients all day and come home to have this talk with you. I never thought we’d discuss this.”

  “Yeah, it is kinda weird talking to my therapist mother about my potential sex life. Thanks, Mom. I’m going to go take a long bath and just try to chill out now.”

  “Okay, Roxy. Remember I’ve heard it all and do have a wealth of knowledge to try to help you out with this.” She gave me a hug and walked out the door.

  I fell back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. So they both said to not worry over it. Just let things play out. I sat upright when I remembered my mother’s promise. I’m going to get put on the pill. Holy shit!

  *****

  Chapter Ten

  Luke

  My body still felt the lingering touch of her. I never once thought of that happening tonight, just expected a kiss or two but not that. When she straddled my hips and started riding me. I thought I was going to burn alive from the intense pleasure. The little sounds she made, the dominating way she took over the kiss and how right her ass felt in my palms made me forget my own name. All of the good innocent intentions of just kissing slipped from my grasp the moment she took her shirt off and pressed those tits against me. I couldn’t get enough of her. I stifled a groan at the memory of her coming apart in my arms. I couldn’t have stopped my body’s response to her unwelcomed as it was. How am I going to get past everyone at home with them not noticing my jeans?

  I pushed in the security code and drove up the driveway. My father was waiting in the garage for me when I pulled in. Shit. Busted. I turned off the bike and removed my helmet. “Son. Good to see that you are in one piece and not lying in a ditch somewhere.” He walked over to me and took the keys out of my hand. “Your mother and I want a word with you. I suggest you get in the kitchen carrément. Immediately.” He walked over to the door and waited for me. I took a deep breath and got off the bike. Shoving my hands in my pockets to help keep my shirt down I entered the house in front of him.

  The house was quiet. The TV was switched off. My siblings were nowhere to be seen. This isn’t good. I shuffled into the kitchen to see my mother sitting at the center island a glass of tea in her hand. She looked up at me when I entered. The concern in her eyes quickly faded to disappointment. I ducked my head and sat down next to her. She got up with a huff, walked over to the sink, and emptied out her drink keeping her back to me.

  “Do you want to tell us just where the hell you have been, boy? And why you didn’t have the sense to call us to tell us you were alright?” She slowly asked enunciating each word.

  “I was hanging out with Roxy and lost track of time. I’m sorry, Momma. I honestly assumed that Beau or Charles would let you know where I was.” I said in an attempt to try to placate her. She was cussing. That’s not a good thing. I really must have messed up. That’s okay whatever trouble I get into will be worth it after my afternoon with Roxy.

  “Roxy huh? The little girl you brought here over the weekend?” Dad asked slapping a hand on my shoulder.

  “Yes, sir.”

  My mother turned around and pinned me with an arctic glare. “Lost track of time? You couldn’t tell it was getting dark outside?”

  “I uh… wasn’t paying attention to it.” I admitted shamefully.

  “And what about the phone calls I made or text messages? Did you just not bother to look at your phone when you heard it ring?” She demanded placing her hands on her hips.

  I swallowed hard. “I left my phone on the bike with my helmet and jacket.”

  “Oh really? Just where were you two exactly?” Another suspicious glare was sent my way. My father’s hand tightened on my shoulder at her question.

  “At her house.”

  “Were her parents there?” My father asked easing his grip a bit.

  “No. They don’t get home until seven each night.” My head dropped as I told them.

  My mother pinched the bridge of her nose. “So you were in her house for almost three and a half hours unsupervised?
”

  I hesitantly nodded unsure of where this conversation was heading.

  “Do I have to worry about potential grandbabies now?” She quietly asked.

  “Gawd no mom!” My head popped up in shock as I exclaimed.

  “Good. Just wanted to make sure. Now I know you like this girl and we like her too that’s why I’m not going to completely ground you. From here on out, no driving until you can earn that privilege back.” She stated.

  “What about work? I have two shifts this week that conflict with Beau’s job and it’d be an inconvenience for either of you to pick me up that late cause of the twins.”

  “Well, son, you are just going to either have them reschedule your shifts or quit.” My father squeezed my shoulder again to gain my attention. “I know you enjoy that extra money but now is the time for you to start acting like a man and accepting the consequences of your actions.”

  “Yes, sir.” My head dropped down again.

  My mother tilted her head to the side then narrowed her eyes. “Do her parents know that you two were alone together in that house?”

  “I really don’t know.”

  She held out her hand. “Give me your phone. I’m going to call and find out.”

  I hesitated. Knowing my mother, once she gets a hold of it she’ll go through every little thing on the phone and I don’t want her to see that pic of Roxy. My father noticed my reluctance. “Eva, let the boy keep his phone. He is home safe. He just had a typical teenage moment. Remember how we were at his age?”

  She dropped her hand to her side and shook her head. “I remember exactly what we were like at that age. That’s why I think it might be a good idea to tell her parents that a seventeen-year-old boy was at their house alone with their only daughter. So they can worry about it not me.”

  He walked over to her side and leaned against the counter. “We weren’t that bad.”

  She stifled a laugh and poked his chest with her finger. “Do I have to remind you about the time you were caught sneaking out of my bedroom window at three in the morning when you were eighteen and I was only fifteen?”