Chapter Six #2
"If you think it'll be okay." I shrugged. I wasn't totally convinced Brenna would behave, but I couldn't exactly wait outside without looking like an idiot.
"I won't let anyone hurt you." He smiled. "And besides, once they leave for the prom, everyone else has plans tonight, so we have the house to ourselves."
That could be interesting!
Evan and Cali looked like a Hollywood couple headed to a red-carpet event.
They were perfect together, and they looked so happy. Cali's dress probably cost more than all the clothes in my closet.
Alex was right; Brenna was on her best behavior .
. . probably because Ryan was there, and Julia didn't have the nerve to pick on me in front of Jack and Sarah.
She did everything she could to kiss their asses, no doubt hoping that someday they'd be her in-laws.
She did shoot me a couple dirty looks when no one else was looking, but each time she did, I made sure I inched closer to Alex and touched him in some subtle way.
I could tell my actions infuriated her. That thought made my night.
Alex walked outside with Ryan to see his new car, and thankfully Brenna and Julia went with him.
Jack and Sarah went out to meet friends for dinner and said they probably wouldn't be home until much later.
Alex and I had the entire house to ourselves, and, judging from our recent physical activities, I knew what we'd be doing.
I went up to his room and crawled into his bed. It was always so comfortable.
The sheets were so soft, the comforter fluffy, and the pillows just right, and all the bedding smelled of him.
I took my shoes off and tossed them in the corner, then stretched out across the bed.
I closed my eyes and thought about how much I wanted to be with him.
I was scared for so many reasons: will it hurt really badly, can I please him,
what if the condom breaks?
My stomach suddenly started to hurt. A condom?
The reality set in. I was going to have sex with Alex, a man five years older than me.
How many times had he done this and with how many girls?
I didn't want to know. My throat was dry, and I felt nauseous.
This is crazy. I shook my head, fighting back nerves.
I had control of the situation. If I didn't want to do anything, I didn't have to. Alex would never force me.
He'd waited six weeks, and I knew that hadn't been easy for him, but if I had doubts, he wouldn't pressure me.
"Hey." He smiled as he walked into the room and climbed into bed with me.
"What are you doing up here?"
"Waiting for you," I said. "I hope that was okay."
"I'll never complain about finding you in my bed." He pulled me against his chest. "But did you want to order something to eat?"
"I'm not hungry," I told him. "How was Ryan's new car?"
"Sweet," he said. "And Brenna will be in her glory riding around in it. She's so materialistic."
"How could you not be, around here?" I reminded him. "You guys have everything."
"Does that bother you?"
"No," I said. "When I first started hanging out with Evan, I didn't want him to come to my house because I was embarrassed, and I think that's why we always hung out here.
I hated pulling up in my old car and parking in your driveway, especially after seeing what kind of cars you all drove.
My clothes, compared to Brenna's, or Evan's, for that matter, were laughable. "
"Jocelyn, stop it," he said. "We don't look at those things."
"I know that now," I said. "And, with the exception of Brenna, I know you guys don't care about those things."
"No, we don't," he said. "But I do have something for you." He reached over to his nightstand, picked up a small box, and handed it to me.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"It's something I wanted you to have, and I hope you'll accept it."
"You didn't have to get me anything," I told him. "You already take me out all the time, and you always pay. I don't need gifts too."
"This is more of a necessity," he said. "Just open it."
I did what he asked and opened the box. I didn't know what to say.
"You have to be the only teenage girl on the planet who doesn't have a phone,"
he said. "I don't know how you manage."
"You bought me a cell phone?"
"It's extremely frustrating not being able to call or text you," he said. "I've taken care of the contract, so you don't have to worry about a bill."
"I had a phone," I said. "But, there was this writer's workshop over at the college I wanted to attend. The instructor was a published author, and it seemed really interesting."
"You write?" he asked. "Why have you never told me that?"
"I haven't actually written anything yet, I mean, a few short stories, but I don't know if I'm any good. When I saw the class being offered last fall, I really wanted to take it. My English teacher suggested it and said if my family could swing it, I'd really benefit from it."
"So, did you go?"
"Yes," I said. "And I learned a lot, but it was expensive.
Max said I could do it, but between my car insurance and monthly cell phone bill, he couldn't afford the class too.
He won't let me work too many hours at the coffee shop during school, so my paychecks are kinda small.
They wouldn't pay for a phone bill half the time. "
"So, you gave up the phone to take the class?"
"What choice did I have?" I asked. "I never really used the phone anyway."
"You will now," he said. "Especially when I go back to Connecticut."
"I can't accept this." I tried to hand it back, but he wouldn't take it.
"I insist," he said. "It's about safety too. You need it in case your car breaks down or you get stuck somewhere."
"I'm sure Max will pay for my service now that the class is over."
"He doesn't have to," he said. "This is paid in full. I've added it to my plan, so if you go over or something, it'll just be added to my bill. You have Internet too."
"Alex, I can't." It was a cool-looking phone, but I didn't think I should take it.
"Please."
"I'm asking you to," he said. "If you only use it to talk to me, then so be it, but it's yours."
I looked into his beautifully mesmerizing eyes and saw how much he wanted me to accept his gift. How can I argue?
"Thank you," I whispered. "This was very thoughtful of you."
"I need to feel connected to you," he said. "In every aspect of my life, and when I'm thinking of you during the day or at three in the morning, I want to be able to tell you."
"You can call me anytime. I'm always gonna want to hear from you." I smiled.
"You've totally taken over my life." I pressed my palm to his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into me.
He slowly opened them, took the phone, placed it back on the dresser, then gently kissed my lips.
"Jocelyn, I . . . ." He stopped talking and moved in for a longer, deeper kiss. His hands were suddenly everywhere, and before I realized it, he had my shirt unbuttoned and over my shoulders.
I sat up and wiggled out of it; I was just as eager as he was to continue.
He got up and pulled me toward him, trailing his lips along my jaw, down my neck, and to the top of my shoulder.
His warm breath made me tremble. He slipped my bra strap down over my shoulder and continued to kiss my skin, moving his body behind mine.
Time seemed to be standing still. Alex's movements were slow and deliberate, and he left not one inch of my body neglected.
He moved his hands up and down my back as his lips brushed my neck.
I felt him moving up to the clasp of my bra, and then it was off and on the floor with my shirt.
He pressed his lips against my spine as his hands moved up to cup my breasts.
He continued to move his mouth up my back and over my shoulder, then he turned my body so I was facing him.
He placed his hand on my cheek as he stared into my eyes.
When I looked at him, I could feel how much he wanted to take care of me. His actions were soft and gentle. He slowly ran his fingertips under my breasts as he kissed me.
I couldn't take it anymore; my body was in overdrive. I reached for the hem of his shirt and slipped it up his stomach; he quickly pulled it over his head. I climbed into his lap and hooked my legs around his waist, longing to feel his skin against mine.
"Jocelyn," he said in a breathless voice. "I want you."
"I want to do it," I whispered against his lips.
He captured my face between his hands and asked, "Are you sure?"
I nodded.
He flipped me onto my back and reached for the button of my pants, then he lowered the zipper and pulled the tight jeans down my legs, dragging my panties along with them.
My cheeks were burning with embarrassment; I felt so very exposed.
I sat up and pulled him over me, attempting to cover my body with his.
"I think you're beautiful." He smiled. "You don't have to be embarrassed."
I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but my body shook against his. He slipped his hand down between my legs, like he had so many other times, and pushed his fingers inside me. He must have felt how tense I was.
"I'm gonna go slow, babe," he whispered. "We have all night."
"I trust you." I moaned as his fingers slipped deep inside me. He was so good at that, and over the past few weeks, my body had become accustomed to his touch. I immediately responded to him and craved his every move.
"You're so ready for me," he whispered against my mouth. "Soon, I'll be buried deep inside you." He set off every nerve ending in my body with his fingers and the vibration of his sexy voice.
He kissed me slowly and I tried to catch my breath. As he continued to kiss me, I felt him reach down between us and unbuckle his belt. I fought off another bout of nerves when I heard the sound of his zipper. He got up off the bed and slipped his jeans over his hips, then stepped out of them.
His erection strained against his boxers.