Take On Me: Plantain Series Book Three

by Amelia Oliver

  “Hey,” I say as I walk in.

  “Hey,” he says turning to face me, eyes scanning my body and I wonder if he notices I haven’t put my bra back on. When his eyes stop there, I know he can tell and I watch his eyes darken.

  “Did you shower?”

  “Yeah,” his eyes returning to mine. “I used the one in my parents’ room.”

  He comes closer, hands running from the top of my head down my hair, before placing them on my cheeks.

  “You smell nice,” he says softly.

  “You like it?” I ask with excitement.

  “Mhmm,” he pauses, “but I can’t smell you beneath it,” he says almost disappointedly.

  I lean up and kiss the tip of his nose, then his hands lower my head so our lips can meet. It’s dark outside now, but I have no idea what time it is, because time with Joey seems nonexistent in this world with him. I’m so used to being so aware of the time when we’re at the library, but here, I don’t have to. I hear his parents’ laughter from downstairs and then another voice and think they might be watching television.

  Our kissing becomes more, hands moving over clothes, bodies wanting closer. I sense we’re moving, but don’t realize fully until the back of my legs hit the side of his bed and my knees give and I’m sent onto my butt. I look up at him as he stands before me, and I notice he’s in pajama pants, the hard press I usually feel against my stomach, is protruding from beneath his pants and causing them to tent.

  “Sorry,” he says about me stumbling.

  Instead of replying, I scoot back and lay down, reaching out my hands for him. His knees land on the bed as I bend and spread my legs, and he positons himself between my thighs, leaning over me. We resume our kissing, and quickly it turns hot and consuming, my body revving as my panties become wet. One hand snakes down to the neckline of my shirt, resting there for a while, before slowly inching lower to palm my breast. I moan and push my hips up, longing for that friction from earlier.

  But there’s no seams on either of our pants, just thin fabric covering us, stopping us from connecting. I can feel how hard he is, how long and thick he is, and the crotch of my sleep pants is dampening and sticking to my skin. We both pant and make low sounds, being mindful that we’re not alone. He cups my breast and plumps its fullness, and I feel like it was made for his hand, fitting into it perfectly.

  “I want to do something,” he whispers, looking down at me.

  I nod because I will do just about anything right now. His hands slide down my ribs as he kisses lower to my neck, his lower body rising onto his knees. Panic takes over for a moment that he’ll want to take my shirt off. But he lifts over my body to my side, propping himself up on one elbow as he trails his other hand down my center to the top of my pants. My chest heaves as anticipation and worry sets in, and an underlying fear that he might not like my body. His fingers run back and forth a few times, before he leans down to kiss me, his hand slipping inside my pajamas. His fingertips pet the hair on my mound and I realize that my knees are pressed tightly together.

  But his tongue laps at mine, relaxing me and my legs open for him, granting access for his hand. His pelvis pushes against my hip, rubbing his penis against me. Fingers trail down through my folds, coating them in my wetness and allowing them to slip around easily. Joey moans as he explores me there, touching where no one has before, not even myself. My body is foreign to me, and these sensations are frying my brain, overloading with pleasure. There’s one spot in particular, the skin closest to my mound that hides between the two thicker lips of my vagina. When he grazes it, I whimper and my hips move in a small circle. I don’t know what’s happening, how my body knows what it’s doing.

  “There?” he asks, leaning back to look at me.

  His pupils are huge and take up most of his eyes, his lips red from our kissing, his breath panting across my lips. He moves over it again and my body shivers, all the energy inside me rushing there. He gives me a sexy smirk and then, he unleashes a frenzy. Rubbing me there over and over in circles, this is more intense than the feeling when we had our clothes on. My fingers dig into the sheet on one side, and his hip on the other.

  His head dips to press his forehead onto mine, before my head tilts back into the pillow, my mouth opening as I begin to orgasm and sounds force their way up my throat. His mouth is on mine instantly, swallowing the moans and whimpers, as my body lifts off like a rocket. I vaguely hear Joey shushing me and then placing a hand over my mouth, his hand pulling out from my pants. I then remember his parents are downstairs and I close my mouth, opening my eyes with panic.

  “It’s okay, I don’t think they heard,” he whispers, removing his hand and kissing my cheek.

  I nod and swallow the dryness in my mouth, my body shaking with aftershock, between my legs pulsing.

  “I’ll be right back,” he tells me, before quickly getting up and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

  Shoot, I wonder if he’s mad. Maybe his parents did hear us and he’s trying to pretend we weren’t in bed together. When I hear his parents laugh again at the television downstairs, I think we’re safe. I get up, my legs a little wobbly, and tip toe out the door to the hallway. The light from the bathroom peeks from underneath the door, and I walk over to press my ear against the wood, ready to whisper that he can come out. When I hear a groan and a gasp, causing me to press my ear closer, I hear a rhythmic sound, like soft slapping.

  “Oh fuck, Katie,” Joey moans and I hear the sound grow faster, then a moan that sounds almost painful.

  Then the water from the sink turns on, and I rush back to the room, jumping onto the bed. Moments later, the door opens and he steps in.

  “Everything okay?” I ask.

  “Uh huh,” he says, closing the door.

  “I heard you, in there,” I confess.

  He looks down and reaches to turn the light off.

  “What were you doing?” I ask.

  He still doesn’t look at me as the room becomes dark.

  “Nothing.”

  A light source from outside the window allows me to see him slightly as he comes towards the bed.

  “You were making sounds,” I whisper, “you said my name-”

  “I was jerking off, okay,” he huffs getting into bed beside me, rolling over and turning his back to me.

  “Jerking off?” I ask.

  “Yes, Katie,” he says defensively.

  “I don’t know what that is,” I say after a moment. “I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I wasn’t being dramatic when I said my parents were strict…I don’t know anything about, sexual things,” I confess.

  My cheeks redden because I feel so stupid and naïve, my eyes begin to burn and I look at the ceiling.

  “I’m sorry,” I say as my chin quivers. “Most girls my age know this stuff, but I went to sex education in sixth grade and that is the extent of my knowledge. I don’t mean to be stupid about it, but I feel like I can talk to you. I have no friends, no one to ask questions…just you.” I stop because I’m not about to seriously cry in front of him and make him feel bad.

  The bed shifts as he sits up, the side of his body jostling mine as I wipe my hands under my eyes.

  “It’s overwhelming, all this, I feel like an alien…the way your parents are together, the way they are with you, staying overnight with you- it’s just really putting me in a tailspin,” I stop and drop my hands.

  Joey cups one side of my face and turns my head towards him.

  “I hope I haven’t done anything to make you feel like you need to know about sex? We’re in the same boat Katie, I only know what Dornan’s told me and just hearing guys talk, I don’t know what I’m doing…but when I’m with you, I know I don’t have to. Like what we just did, putting my fingers on you, I didn’t know what to do, but I watched your reactions…I hope with me you’re willing to just try things, we might not be good at them at first, but we can learn together.”

  His words put me at ease, the brown depths
of his eyes begging me to trust him…and I do.

  “I wasn’t mad that you heard me in the bathroom, it’s just embarrassing, it’s private ya know?” he asks and I raise my brows. “Not like you orgasming in front of me wasn’t intimate or personal, I just didn’t think you’d appreciate me pulling my dick out and jerking off in front of you,” he amends. “Please don’t feel like we can’t talk about this,” he says and I nod.

  And I vow to myself, that it’s time to open up my sexual horizons.

  Chapter 4

  When I wake up the next morning, the last thing I remember before falling asleep is Joey cuddling up behind me as we talked. When he first spooned behind me, I was anxious he would somehow feel or see my back, but eventually, that fear melted away. But this morning, I can feel the material of my shirt riding up my hip and stomach, and quickly my hand moves to pull it down, running into his hand there as he attempts to get beneath my shirt.

  “What’s wrong?” he says sleepily into my ear as I turn my head towards him.

  “I didn’t know what it was,” I smile, but it’s due to scar tissue that I couldn’t feel his fingers there.

  He presses a kiss to my cheek and pushes his hips against my butt, where I can definitely feel his erection. I close my eyes and melt into him, his hand sliding around to my hip and pulling me closer. The room is bright with the already risen sun, and it warms my skin.

  “Sleep good?” he mumbles between kisses down my neck.

  “Mmmm,” I reply because I haven’t slept as good as I did last night in a long time.

  The same moment he begins kissing down to my shoulder, his lips moving the material aside as his hand sneaks up the front of my shirt, Gwen shouts from downstairs,

  “Breakfast.”

  And I sit up quickly, more to do with not wanting him under my shirt.

  “It’s okay, we can eat later,” Joey says, looking up at me.

  I should just tell him about my back, this would make things a whole lot easier.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks after I don’t move or reply.

  “No, it’s…” I exhale and look down at my hands.

  “You don’t want me to touch you under the shirt?” he guesses.

  “Of course you can,” I rush out. “I just, it’s hard for me to get into it when I know your parents are here.”

  He looks at me for a long moment, I wonder if it’s because he’s debating calling bullshit. But he says nothing, getting up, reaching for my hand.

  After breakfast, well more like lunch when I see the time when we get downstairs. But Joey told me his parents sleep late too on the weekends and it’s one more thing added to the list of things I like about them. We all hang out for the most part, watching television. It’s such an odd experience at first, but as we all laugh and make comments on the shows, I start to really like this feeling. Early afternoon is when we all begin showering and getting ready to head to the clubhouse. I put on a pair of khaki shorts and a black T-shirt, hoping that’s good enough to wear.

  “You should probably wear pants,” Joey tells me as he stares at my legs.

  Oh God did I have marks I missed in the mirror?

  “Something wrong?” I ask, not looking down in fear of what I might see, but instead watch him.

  “No!” he says loudly and fast as he looks at me. “No,” he repeats softer this time. “We’re taking my bike there, it’s better to cover your legs, and we’ll probably end up outside in the evening and it can cool off.”

  I change into jeans and when I emerge from the bathroom, Joey kisses me, telling me, “you have great legs,” in between presses of his lips.

  I ride on the back of Joey’s bike, as does Gwen with Joseph. I’ve never been on a bike, surprise, and I love it! I’ve never felt anything like it. It blows my mind how in only knowing him for such a short period of time, Joey’s managed to show me more new experiences than I thought possible.

  We pull down a street that must be downtown Plantain, and I instantly love it. Flowers hang in baskets on the light posts, and I see quaint little shop fronts and people strolling down the sidewalks window shopping or with ice cream cones.

  Then we turn down a street and I see a sign for a collision shop, and Joey turns in to a driveway just before it. The paved road is at least half a block long, and as we get closer I see the auto body shop to the left and to the right is a massive gate and fence, buildings just beyond. There are a ton of cars parked on the side of the shop, while bikes line the fence on the other.

  Joey pulls up and parks, as does Joseph. When the bikes turn off, I hear music and voices beyond the gate, which is lined with some sort of material that obstructs looking through. I’m nervous, even as I hear children laughing on the other side, I still don’t know what to expect. Joey takes my hand as we follow his parents towards the gate opening.

  “We can go whenever you want, okay?” he tells me.

  “Okay,” I reply, because he knows I don’t know what the hell to expect.

  Some men in leather jackets like Joseph’s are standing near the entrance, and they exchange ‘brother’ and call Joseph ‘Chain,’ causing me to look up at Joey.

  “The members of the club call each other brother, Chain is my dad’s club name,” he says quietly, before knocking fists with the men and I smile as they give me nods in acknowledgment of my presence.

  The gate opens as we walk through, and my eyes take in the massive space. There’s concrete from the gate to a huge one level building, before becoming grass and then eventually a thick section of oak trees. I notice a tree house in one, and a play set on the grass. It gives me little comfort as I then take in the men wearing leather jackets or vests, some look mean and unkempt. While most the women are dressed in mainly black or denim, and look skanky. Classic rock music is playing from somewhere and we continue to walk, pausing when Gwen and Joseph are greeted.

  “Over there, there’s Maven,” Joey says and gently leans into my side to direct me over to a cluster of picnic tables.

  Maven’s sitting on the top of one of the tables, her long dark hair blowing slightly in the breeze. And it’s now that I get a really good look at her as we approach. When I first saw her, I thought she was pretty, but now I can see she’s actually stunning. Joey told me she’s my age, but her body looks more mature than other girls our age, as her tank top stretches tightly over her chest. When we get closer, she notices us and her face lights up, her captivating honey colored eyes smiling as she gets off the table and walks towards us.

  “Hey,” she says, opening her arms and hugging me.

  I’m taken aback for a moment, but her hug really relaxes me.

  “I’m so happy you’re here, I was hoping we’d have a chance to get to know each other,” she tells me.

  “Where’s D?” Joey asks.

  “Inside,” she waves a hand dismissively. “Come on, let’s go get food before the guys get a hold of it,” she tells me.

  We walk side by side as she comments on liking my jeans, and again that she’s so happy I’m here. Entering the club through massive oak doors, it almost feels like a giant bar. Black walls and floors, pool tables and dart boards, an actual bar, and a lot of men in here.

  “I’m going to go see if D has all our shit set up,” Joey tells me.

  “Good, we’ll be in the kitchen,” Maven says, taking my hand and practically yanking me away.

  “Hold on,” Joey says and with a sigh, Maven stops.

  I turn as Joey cups my face and presses a soft kiss on my mouth. “Don’t let her push you around,” he says teasingly, and Maven rolls her eyes and harrumphs.

  “Byyye,” she says, then begins pulling me again.

  “Don’t eat all the food back there,” a man to our right says and I look over at a huge blond haired man with a long blond beard, and Viking pops into my head.

  “Fuck off,” Maven sneers, causing the man to belly laugh. “I wouldn’t need to if you actually cooked,” she adds.

  My mouth
is metaphorically hanging open, she just told a grown man to ‘fuck off,’ oh I liked her...no, I envied her. I could tell already she was strong and confident, someone I would like to be someday.

  “That’s my dad,” she says to me over her shoulder and giving me a wink.

  Now my mouth literally did pop open and she laughs at me. He laughed at his daughter cussing at him, if I did that to my dad I wouldn’t be able to sit for a month.

  We enter the kitchen and there are about twenty women in here, moving around and cooking. Huge bowls of salads and sides sitting on a counter, along with trays of ribs and other barbequed goodness. Maven grabs two Styrofoam plates from a large stack, along with plastic utensils in a caddy, handing me one of everything as she takes some for herself. Then I follow as she takes food and begins making a plate.

  “Everything looks so good,” I say as I have to make decisions since my plates only so big.

  “It’ll be out for most the night so we can come back and pick,” she comments.

  When we’re done and the food is piled high, I follow as she walks out a back door, trying not to run into any of the women still getting food together.

  “Got what you want?” a woman with short blonde hair says to Maven and she stops.

  “Uh huh, Missy, this is Katie,” she says tilting her head to the side to me.

  “Oh, yes, I heard about you, nice to meet you,” she says with a dazzling smile.

  “Hi, you’re the friend of Gwen’s, Dornan’s mom?” I ask.

  “Yes, that’s me…oh God, what did Gwen tell you about me?” she groans.

  “Nothing, how she met Joseph when she was visiting you,” I shrug a shoulder.

  “Isn’t that a good story?” Missy asks.

  “That’s when Missy met Dornan’s dad Sven too…so romantic,” Maven teases.