Tangled Up In You (A Savioe Family Novel) (12 page)

My finger started tracing the neck of my tank top in slow movements. “That could be very dangerous you know.” I saw him visibly swallow and the video went shaky for a minute before finally going back into focus. He’d taken off his shirt and was lying on his bed on his side facing the camera.
Maybe it was the erotic memory of Monday and the knowledge that I was going on the pill to ensure that I would be halfway protected if I decided to go further with him that made me more adventurous. “Man, there you go teasing me with those abs again. You know that day in my car when you took off your shirt and patched up my wrist. All I could think about was how I wanted to lick and bite them. It took everything in me that day to keep myself on my side of the car and not attack you.”

His eyes closed as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Gawd, chèr. Ya are killin’ me.”

“Oh, so you want me to stop?” I smirked sliding the bottom of my shirt up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of skin.

He bit his bottom lip and took a deep shuddered breath. “No.” His greedy gaze took in all that I was willing to show him at that moment. Man, that look sent a stream of fire coursing thro
ugh my veins giving me courage.

I glanced over to my bedroom door to make sure I had locked it. I really didn’t need my parents bursting in and catching me in what I was about to do. Just how far was I willing to go with this I don’t know but I was definitely game. My hand caressed my stomach every now and then slipping my shirt up a bit more. “So I can have anything I want if I give you a little show huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay. Is your door locked? I d
on’t want anyone interrupting.”

He got up shaking the image in the process. His footsteps
were muffled as he padded across the carpeted floor followed by a distinctive click of the lock. He quickly hurried back and sat in front of the camera. He adjusted the screen a moment before settling back to his position.

“No, baby, sit up. I want to be able to see all of you.” I chewed on my bottom lip to see if he’d listen. I saw him take a deep breath and sit with his back to the wall and the laptop now settled between his legs tilted up to his face. He had on a pair of red and black checkered boxers that were tented at the apex of his legs. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and trie
d to discreetly adjust himself.

He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment when he noticed that I caught that. “Sorry. I can’ help it. Ya are jus’ really gettin’ ta me right now.”

With my heart now racing, I licked my lip slowly sucking it into my mouth before whispering. “Show me.”

“Wha’?” He stuttered.

“Show me just how much I am getting to you.” I sat up straighter placing the computer in front of me. He swallowed hard before grabbing the waistband of his boxers. He lifted his hips and pulled them off tossing them off the bed. He sat back and gave me a good view of his dick. Jess and my mom had both described what one looked like to me years ago. Of course, Jess went into a bit too much detail and even pulled up a site on her dad’s old desktop computer with nothing but, to show me exactly what it looked like. So I got to see exactly how many shapes and sizes they came in. Luke’s was tantalizing. It curved a bit to the left and seemed thicker than my purple bottle of scrunch hairspray. I bit my bottom lip and let out a slight gasp when it twitched at my scrutiny. Great my shorts were getting a bit damp again.

He cleared his throat and hoarsely whispered. “Now you. Take off your shirt.” I sat up and slowly pulled the tank top up inch by inch. He groaned when my breasts were finally released. I tossed my shirt beside me and ran my hands over them giving my nipple a slight pinch. “Gawd, love, do dat agin.”

I looked at the screen and slowly caressed each one as he grabbed his dick in his hand. He slowly moved his hand up and down intensely staring at me. Just watching him pleasure himself to me started getting me all tingly like Monday night. I bit my lip as I pinched my nipple in one hand. My other stroked my stomach and headed into my shorts. His eyes got wide and mouth dropped open when he noticed my hips slowly rocking. Now I took my mom’s suggestion a little further than what she meant. If I wanted to know what pleased me I wasn’t going to wait for someone else to show me. I wanted to find out myself. So I knew exactly where to touch and how much pressure to use to get my heart pumping.

His voice groaned. “I wan’ ta see ya
do dat. Take dose shorts off.”

I grinned seductively as I inched them down my legs. Now thanks to my grandmother’s heritage, at least that’s what mom says, I don’t really have that much hair and the stuff I do have I keep nice and trimmed.
Personally, I would never go the waxed or shaved route. For a few reasons, if that’s what gets a guy going then he doesn’t really want a woman just a pre-pubescent little girl. We have hair for a reason. Plus that shit just itches when it grows back.

He let out a small groan as he continued to pump into his fist watching me massage myself. “Gawd, love, ya don’ know how bad I wan’ ta be dere wit ya right now.” He started whispering all the things he had dreamt about doing to me. How he had fantasized about how I tasted and couldn’t wait for the day he might be allowed to find out. I closed my eyes and let his words and
my actions take over my senses.

Moments after I came floating back to reality I witnessed his ejaculation. My eyes widened in surprise at the ferocity of the stream shooting onto his stomach. I quickly put my clothes back on and waited for him to clean up. The video shifted for
a moment going blurry as he got out of bed then quickly coming back into focus. He had also put his boxers back on.

I chewed on my lip nervously. “I really didn’t expect that to happen.”

He chuckled and shrugged glancing over at his alarm clock. “Neither did I. Damn, I don’ have dat much longer before Dad shuts off da Wi-Fi for da night. We really need ta go out sometime soon. Hopefully, I’ll get my keys back and I can take ya fo’ a ride on da Parkway while it’s still somewhat warm. I’ll see ya at school?”

“Actually, I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. So I might not be in school depending on how I feel afterward.” I explained unconsciously playing with a strand of my still damp hair.

“Everyting okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just a routine girlie checkup but I always get weirded out after them.” I grimaced.

“A girlie checkup?”

“Yeah. One of those doctors that specialize in female parts to make sure everything is working how it should.” I could feel my cheeks
heating up in my embarrassment of having to explain it to him.

“Oh. Well, text or call me when ya get out ta let me know how tings are.”

“I will. Night, Luke.” I moved the mouse to click exit.

“Oh and Roxy. I’ll be dreamin’ of ya.” His screen went black.

I snapped out of my revelry when the car behind me honked its horn to let me know the light had turned green. I ducked my head in shame and sped up to turn down my street. While I was still concerned about how quickly our relationship was moving I took my mom’s advice and decided not to worry about it too much. I am honestly just hoping that I won’t turn fifty shades of red when I see him in person today. While I might get a bit crazy on the phone or via internet, I’m still somewhat shy around him. Strange I know.

I pulled up to my house and saw a beaten up VW bus parked out front. Wow, when mom said the entire family she wasn’t kidding. I quickly swung the car into the garage, turned it off and ran into the house. “Amá sání!” I shouted when I saw my grandmother standing in the kitchen barefoot stirring something on the stove. She was a short curvaceous woman in her early sixties. Her hair ran down her back brushing slightly at her hips. It had just started to streak with silver assassins. Grey hair to us normal people. She had on a bright lime green peasant blouse that showed off her bare shoulders and a flowing brown skirt that reached her ankles. Thank
God, she decided to wear a bra today.

She turned around and smiled at me holding her arms out for me to run into. “Roxanne. It’s good to see you. I thought you were supposed to be in school at this time though.”

I squeezed her tight taking in her unique scent of lilac and rose. “I had a doctor’s appointment today.”

“Is everything alright? You don’t feel like you are getting sick.” She place
d her palm against my forehead.

I shrugged her off. “Not that kind of doctor. Mom insisted that I get put on the pill.”

She shook her head and turned back to the stove. “About time. I was beginning to wonder if that stiff she married was ever going to admit that you are turning into a woman.”

I sat down at the kitchen island. “Daddy’s not a stiff.”

“Sweets, he is as prude as they come but that’s his mother’s fault. Now go put your stuff up and get back here to tell me all about this boy of yours and his family.” She shooed me out of the kitchen.

On the way to my
room, I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Luke.

Me: Just got home. Typical crap happened at appt.
Can’t wait to see you tonight.

Luke
:
  Glad you are home. Class just isn’t the same without you. Warn you now my parents are early for everything. So we might be there around six thirty.

Me: Yay! That j
ust means I can see you sooner.

Luke: Till then, love.

Wait. What? I stood in the middle of the hall coming back from my room just staring at my phone like it grew a head and legs and started doing a jig on my palm. Love? Since when did he start calling me that? I quickly thought back to all of our previous conversations and realized that he called me that last night as well.
I’m probably reading too much into it.

             
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Chapter Eleven

Luke

I put my phone back in my pocket with a silly grin plastered on my face. It’s the same grin I woke up with this morning after recalling the previous night. No, I can’t think of that here at school. That could get humiliating real quick. Just one more class for the day and I can hurry up and get home to push my parents to get ready. I quickly grabbed my things from my locker and headed toward English passing a startled Jess along the way.

“Hey what’s up?” I asked her when I noticed it looked like she had been crying.

“Just that bastard Bus. I swear I’m so pissed right now I could rip his balls off and shove them up his ass so far he’d be tasting my fingernail polish for weeks.” She huffed pulling her books tighter against her.

“What’d he do?” I walked with her to the English pod.

“He put this note in Roxy’s locker this morning. Then cornered me in the hall demanding to know what she was doing today.” She blew a strand of her hair out of her face. “I told him then that it was none of his damn business. That’s when he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into my locker so hard my head banged against it. So I told him to fuck off. That she was with you and he needed to sniff around some other naive girl to put him in the lead in that book. I might have well just told him I killed his dog and took a dump on his car hood. He turned a bright
red, narrowed those freakishly big eyes of his at me and snarled asking how I knew about that. I told him that I had my ways. Like I’m really going to tell him that I have a copy of it. Anyway, he sneered at me saying I probably just fucked the info out of and I quote
‘That coon-ass bayou trash that quit the team last year.’
One I found that funny. I mean a mixed guy calling anyone a coon anything just reeks of hilarious stupidity. Two it pissed me off. I mean I read the thing and your brother’s name is only in there once with that girl who died in the car crash last year. So I told him that I had yet to have that pleasure and that he still was in serious need of getting to a proctologist quickly before he smothered to death from having his head up his ass. He then punched the locker right next to my head and told me that I had better tell Roxy to call him. Pssht. Like I’m really going to fucking do that. I swear I think he has a vendetta against your family for some reason and for one I don’t believe that bullshit about his sister. Why? Well I know the girl. After Christie bitched her out at the end of school last year, she moved to Atlanta to live with her father. Is it because your brother was a starter last year and he had to sit on the bench until Beau quit the team?”

My head was reeling. Beau was in the
book. What the hell? “Jess. Do you still have the note?”

“No. It’s still in her locker. I don’t have her combination so I couldn’t get it out. Is your family really going over to
her house for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, we are. Shit I need to get to class. Let any of us know if Bus gives you
any more problems. I’m serious Jess. Any of us… even Charles. He might be skinny but he can hold his own in anything that’s thrown at him.” I rushed into class and took my seat just before the tardy bell rang.

So Beau was in the book, Bus was sniffing around Roxy and Jess knows just about any little piece of gossip that runs through the school. How does Roxy keep up with her talking a mile a minute? Just that little bit of her bouncing around from topic to topic made my head hurt. I slipped my phone out under the table.

Me: Bus is now harassing Jess over his infatuation with Rox. Beau man, we need to talk about that book.

Beau: I’ll take care of him. Leave the book alone. It is a dead subject. DO NOT BRING IT UP AGAIN!

All right then, like responding in shouty caps was really going to keep me from finding out what the hell is going on with that. I sighed and sent out a mass text to Charles and Marie letting them know that Bus was harassing Jess and to try to keep an eye on her. I slipped the phone back in my pocket before the teacher noticed it.

             
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The ride home was cramped in Beau’s truck. Charles and I were smashed into the back seat with Marie plastered in between us. Jess sat up front with Beau on his insistence on giving her a ride home so she could avoid riding the school
bus like she did that morning.

Marie leaned forward and nudged Jess. “Hey, just want to say sorry for shoving you in your locker last week. Thanks to the dumbass back here I got the wrong info.”

Jess laughed. “Don’t worry about it. It got Roxy out of her shell and the two of them together. So it was worth it.”

We pulled into her trailer park and she jumped out of the truck. “Thanks guys. Have fun at dinner. Hopefully her mom doesn’t try to cook again.” She laughed evilly as she ran inside her front door.

“That does not sound too promising.” Marie groaned and shoved me out of the door. “Get out and give us room.”

“Yeah, Roxy said that her mother cannot cook at all.” I shrugged and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Roxy said this. Roxy said that. Dude, she’s got you whipped already. Is that what we have to look forward to from now on?” Charles laughed and dodged my fist when I tried to take a swing at him.

“Hey! Not while I’m driving!” Beau shouted at us immediately killing the playful mood. “We need to do something about Bus before he ends up hurting one of those girls.”

“Uh, what about me? What if he tries to go after me next?” Marie gasped in outrage.

“He’d have to have a death wish. You’d rip him a new one before he would even get a chance to lay his hands on you.” Beau chuckled taking the turn down the old greenhouse road.

Charles shoved her shoulder. “Yeah no man is dumb enough to try anything with you.”

She frowned drawing her mouth in a pout. “Hey it could happen. What are you insinuating? That no man is going to want to have anything to do with me. That I’m not feminine enough to get someone’s attention?”

“No. I just know that if you didn’t want that kind of attention you’d put a stop to it real quick.” He quickly tried to dig himself out of the ditch he placed himself.

She snorted at him and rolled her eyes looking out the window trying to ignore him when we pulled into the driveway. I glanced in the side mirror and saw a brief glimpse of hurt shimmer in her eyes before it was replaced by her normal flinty expression. I wonder how much of her tough girl act was just that, an act she put on to keep from getting
hurt by all of us boys.

We all filed out of the truck and headed inside. The twins were already home from school and were running around the house screaming at each other. Mom was in the living room searching under the couch for something. I assumed it was one of their shoes. Charles ran up the steps followed by Marie to hurry up and get ready. I cau
ght Remi by the arm in mid run.

“Luke, let me go! He needs to pay for what he did.” Remi shouted after Dev.

“What was that?” I asked keeping a firm grip on the little kid.

“He poured juice in my hair during lunch in front of Kayla. Then when we got
home, he took my shoe and hid it somewhere. Now he won’t tell us where he put it. Dad will be home in an hour and mom still wants to make her cheese ball so she can bring it to Roxy. He needs to straighten up and quit acting a fool.” He snarled trying to jerk away from me.

“Go help momma find your shoe. I’ll go talk to him. The faster you help her, the sooner she can make that for tonight.” I released him and went in search of Dev. I looked in every cabinet in the kitchen and in the garage. It wasn’t until I passed the laundry room that I heard a little giggle. “Devereau Olivier Savioe get out of the laundry and give your brother back his shoe. So help me if you make us late and make me look bad when I meet her parents for the first time tonight I will blister your ass so hard you will not be able to sit for a week.” I growled at the door.

He peeked his head out and mumbled. “Sorry, Luke. I forgot we were going there tonight. His shoe is in the pullout couch in dad’s office under the middle cushion.”

I ruffled up his hair. “Go get it and give it to momma. Then go pester Beau until it’s time to leave.” He ran off to dad’s office as I was walking up the stairs to my room. Charles had his door closed
with music blaring. I hurried up and took the steps to my room two at a time. I smelled under my arm and thought that it wouldn’t hurt to grab a quick shower to freshen up. Maybe something a bit nicer to wear too, I grabbed a pair of my khakis and black polo shirt Grand-mère sent me for my birthday last year. That should look decent enough. I ran into the bathroom and quickly washed off the funk that had gathered at school. Damn, my hair is too long. I don’t have time to get it cut either or do I?

“Hey, Marie!”

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Marie cut off six inches of the mop and just oohed and awed over how nice it looked. Claiming that it gave me that same look that some guy had on that cheesy vampire show she adored about the brothers. “Don’t give me that look. Roxy is going to love it.”

I ran a hand through it and cringed over how short it was. “Are you sure? I mean it is kinda short.”

“If you don’t believe me go ask mom.” She huffed out the door
carrying her scissors with her.

I swept up my
fallen hair and emptied the dustpan in the trash. She left some styling gel sitting on the sink. I opened it and sniffed the gooey white junk in the jar. At least it didn’t smell girlie. I scooped out a little bit with my fingertips and ran it through the tips of my hair giving it a messy style that seemed to be popular at the moment. My phone vibrated on my desk indicating a new text.

Roxy
:
See you in an hour.

I really hope she likes the new haircut.
Me: Can’t wait.

I quickly changed into my clothes and put on my nice shoes. Gawd, why am I so nervous? I’ve already met her father once. He seemed a bit stuffy but nice. Of
course, I hadn’t seen his daughter naked then either not that he knows that. A groan vibrated across my lips as my cock twitched in memory of last night. I seriously hope I don’t end up sporting wood in the middle of dinner just because she does something that triggers the memories.

A knock sounded on my door and Remi poked his head in. “Momma says get down stairs we are getting ready to leave in ten. What did you do to your hair?”

“You don’t like it?”

He crinkled his nose up and narrowed his gaze for a second before shrugging. “It’s okay. Makes you look different. Kinda goofy.” He closed the door.
Great, I look goofy.
With a sigh, I grabbed my phone and headed down stairs.

That’s all I need is to look like a fool. I jogged down the steps and stopped in the foyer. “Hey
Momma do you need a hand putting anything in the van?”

She walked in ushering the twins in front of her with a small plastic container
in her hands that had the cheese ball in it. “Oh my gawd, Lucien, your hair looks really good.” She shoved the container into Charles’s arms and walked over to me. Her arms reached up and played with my hair looking it over.

“Mom. Stop.” I playfully swatted her hands away. “We need to get going.”

“Oh alright. Dev, Remi head out to your car seats. Boo, make sure they are buckled in and put that in the seat in front of them. Oh and you are sitting in between them today. Marie hurry up now child and go get Beau. Lucien, your father and I talked it over. For tonight and tonight only you get the keys to your bike back. That way we can follow you to her house instead of trying to cram all eight of us in that tiny little van with the twins screaming in the back trying to hear how to get there.” She spouted off the orders like a veteran drill sergeant and handed me my keys.

I gave her my
million-dollar smile, picked her up and twirled her around before kissing her on top of her head. “Thank you, Momma.”

“Put me down. You don’t need to hurt your back picking me up. Ah there you two are. Your dad is waiting in the car
. Now let’s go!” She smacked my arm and pushed us out the door grabbing her purse and closing the door behind us.

I ran out to the garage and hopped on my bike. Man, I have missed this. After putting my helmet
on, I had to readjust the straps to accommodate my new hair. The engine revved and a small grin graced my lips.

             
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The closer I got to her house the more trepidation I felt. My palms were sweaty, my heart raced and a million different questions ran through my head. What if her mom hates me? What if my mom hates her mom? This is going to make me insane. I made sure I kept the bike at the speed limit our entire trip there. That is the last thing I need is to hear a
four-hour lecture about the safety of the roads and how I don’t take them seriously.

A ratted out old van sat in front of her house along with a Porsche Cayenne and an Audi R8 Spyder. I’ve never been a car guy but I bet Beau is probably
frothing at the mouth over both of them. I pulled up to the garage and shut off the bike.
I wonder whose van that is?
A short bohemian woman stepped outside with a smile on her face.