Save Me (The Lucky Family Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  Save Me

  The Lucky Family Series

  Eden Rose

  Dedication:

  To my husband for encouraging me to publish my book even though I'm nervous. Thank you, grizzly bear.

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for buying and reading my book. This book is special to me and I wasn't sure if I wanted to publish it or not.

  The subject matter is controversial, and I want to stress that this is a fictional story that has no connection to any live person (dead or breathing) or place.

  I wanted to make my story a mixture of my interests and wanted the story to be something I would want to read. With that being said, this is a love story with a twist. Violence is filtered through this book to add depth but is not highly graphic. I didn't want to demonize the people who commit the violence, but know that the acts are graphic.

  Also, there are several circumstances of English as a second language, I'm aware of these errors and they have been placed for context. Thank you for your understanding.

  This is a three book series and is designed to answer all questions throughout the series. Savannah and Vincent have a long road to travel on and secrets will develop and be told over the course of the series.

  Thank you! I know you will love reading it as much as I loved writing it!

  Smooches,

  Eden Rose

  *I hold all rights and ownership to these books ©2014

  *Chapter 1*

  So, um, yeah. My story starts out like everyone else and that is with a choice. I never expected sex to turn into such a complication and a whole shit ton of baggage that really didn't have anything to do with us. I chose to pursue him, I chose to go home with him and I chose to keep seeing him even after I found out his earth shattering career path. Well, maybe not the whole earth but most definitely my world.

  So, I guess I can only blame myself for my world being turned upside down. And as much as I would hate to admit it, but Disney didn't prepare me for all of this. There is no man on a white horse or a magic carpet ride to make all of my dreams come true. Don't get me wrong, we had ah-amazing sex and cared a lot for each other, too. But there is so much that is happening, everything seemed to be unbelievable.

  Let me start over. A story like this needs to be told from the beginning. This is my story and no one, not the police or anyone else, can tell this story better than myself. As much as I would like to edit out some parts, I made a vow not to do that.

  Uncut and emotionally raw.

  So, here it goes.

  *

  In a bar in downtown Brooklyn, my friend, Anne and I were drinking due to the celebration of the closing of a penthouse that we have been trying to sell for six very long months. So you can only imagine how excited we are. Plus, we made a shit ton of money off of it, as well. Bonus!

  Everywhere we went in this bar, people were staring at Anne because she is simply gorgeous, like model gorgeous. Anne and I are totally opposite. She is 5'9, model thin, small chest and big almond shaped eyes. Her brown hair is naturally wavy and I always envied her for that.

  Then there is me. Average height, a woman's size twelve and rather busty. Okay, okay, okay, a fourteen... A long time ago, I came to the realization that I'm not meant to be as skinny as Anne. Truthfully, I'm all right with that realization, but there were still times that I hated her. Especially during swim suit season, which we are in now... I have these huge green eyes that look like olives and straight blonde hair that Anne is jealous of which makes me feel better.

  While Anne and I were dancing along to the music in this bar, my eyes fell on this tall man wearing a suit. This man is ridiculously gorgeous. Thick brown hair, and his deep olive skin color gave him the dark and dangerous appeal. He spoke closely to his friend who looked similar to him in the fashion sense, but not as tall and dangerous. I guess he looked more teddy bear type.

  The music is so loud that I couldn't listen to the little voice in my head that said to walk away. Even though I had a feeling that I shouldn't go over there, I sauntered my drunk ass towards this tall man that looked as if he is in charge. As the music kept playing, I decided to make a move and approach him.

  This man is so hot and looked as if he were in a position of power by the way he led this conversation with Teddy Bear. There is something so attractive about a man in control, that my knees almost buckled at least three times while I walked the six feet across the bar to him. I'm almost to where he stood but I couldn't approach him. This man is in a heated debate with the chubby looking man and I suddenly felt embarrassed to approach him. I managed to walk up to him but then turned around.

  Fuck. "Come on!" I coached myself and walked closer to him. He turned from his friend and his eyes locked with mine. Those brown eyes were gorgeous. Holy shit. I felt like I'm having an outer-body experience. I coughed and took my eyes away from the lock, my face felt like it is on fire. With a deep breath, I pushed myself into the circle to talk to him.

  Before I could lose my nerve, I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Hi. I know you hear this a lot but I couldn't help but notice you across the room," I said to him putting my hand on his chest to get closer to him. I played off my forwardness as needing stability from my heels. He smiled and leaned closer to close the gap that is keeping us from full contact. His body felt delicious pressed up against mine. My body is buzzing with excitement and I felt tingles everywhere. This man's smile is delicious with straight pearly whites.

  I want to lick his teeth.

  Wait, where did that come from?

  He leaned in with a smile and brushed my long blonde hair away from my ear so he could whisper in it. His breath is so hot against my skin and I felt my mouth salivate along with... well, you know. The bar is playing "In Those Jeans," every time I hear it, I laugh. It just makes me want to shake my ass.

  "Hi, baby doll. I noticed you too. Are you currently involved with someone?" He asked me with this thick European accent. Those eyes of his scanned my face and drank me in. I smiled deviously as I played into it.

  Uh... he's already given me a nickname.

  I moved in to his hard chest and let my nails slip down to where I felt the bulge of his belt and tipped my index finger into the buckle. With an amused smile on my face, I let my lips brush against his ear and said; "Well, don't you cut to the chase. No, I'm not involved. Are you?"

  Technically this is a lie, I'm in the process of a divorce. I decided to let that slide since it isn't a turn on to let this gorgeous man know about my failed marriage.

  "Well, I'm a man that gets what he wants and I want to make sure that you aren't involved since I don't share well." His voice is so intoxicating and I'm so turned on by what he is saying, that I leaned the rest of my body on him and thought about something equally hot to say back to him...

  The only reason why we were talking into each other's ears is because it is too loud in here. Yeah, I don't believe it either. "Mmm, and what is it that you want right now?" I made sure to emphasize those last words by speaking very slowly and as sultry as possible. His dark and thick hair is so tempting and I couldn't help but dream about what it would be like to pull on it while his face is in between my legs.

  Whoa! This is so not me! I don't think these things and I most definitely do not come on to a man.

  "Right now," he said right into my ear and nibbled on my earlobe, "I want to know your name." I pushed back the old me. The old me would have punched him in his face for chewing on my ear, but I'm on a role here. I approached him, I'm engaging him in a flirt fest.

  So, I guess I asked for it.

  I'm wondering if I should make up a name and play a different role. I decided against this be
cause his hands started to pull across my back to the point where there isn't even air that is making its way through the gap. I couldn't think of a different persona, hell, I'm having a hard time with remembering my own name. I took a deep breath and said: "Savannah." Yes! That is my name. Now, I hope he doesn't ask for my last name because I can't remember it.

  He tightened his grip which only turned me on even more. "Well, Savannah, my name in Vincent and might I tell you how attractive you are."

  I didn't speak. I had no idea what I could possibly say. Fuck, my brain could not produce any words to even compute to my mouth. My ears started to tune out the music and I became very aware of how turned on I am. My clit is throbbing to the point that I would do anything to stop this ache and Vincent being the one to cure me of it.

  "Are you here with your friends?" he asked me obviously responding to my touch since he is tugging me closer.

  Silently, I begged. Closer, closer!

  "Yes, are you still talking to that man? I didn't mean to interrupt," I inquired innocently trying to give him my sweet and innocent look.

  It worked!

  "We were discussing business, but now I suddenly find myself interested in a different matter." His eyes were smoldering and I felt as if I were drowning in their intensity.

  "Is that so?" I leaned into his ear to whisper that.

  "You are truly a little vixen, don't you know that?" he whispered back in my ear. "Not going to lie, it is very attractive." His accent is so thick and slid over me like syrup. Sweet and sticky syrup.

  "Well, I'm glad you feel that way about my alter ego," I said and pulled out of the cheek lock that we were in and removed my hands from him too. Instantly, I missed the warmth that his skin provided.

  I felt his breathing get heavier as he moved in to touch me. With his hand traveling up and then down to the base of my spine, he asked me the most important question I could ever hear. Well, for tonight, that is. "Do you live around here? I think I have socialized enough and suddenly my attention is focused on you."

  Holy shit. I wanted to say yes, but I lived on the other side of the bridge. I felt a magnetic pull that started with my vagina and matching his penis. As I said no, he pulled me into him where I had to place my hands on his chest to keep my balance in my stilettos. "Well, Savannah, I have a car up front. Let's get out of here."

  Vincent is so overwhelming that I could have done anything to feel his cock in my sex. "Okay, I'm ready to go. Let me just find my purse and say goodbye to my friends."

  He didn't let me go, but he also didn't introduce himself to my friends. I waved at them and grabbed my purse. Vincent had his arm snaked possessively around my hip like he is worried I would run away.

  Nuh uh! Not running!

  Anne's eyes widened as she looked from me and Vincent. "Do you know what you're doing? Vans, are you sure?"

  "Yes, don't worry about me." I collected my purse and pulled my keys out. "Here," I handed her the keys and turned towards Vincent. "I'm ready."

  He smiled at me with his toothy grin and I melted into the ground. "Good, because I can't wait to lose myself in your body."

  I swallowed the nerves that were threatening to make me puke. I'm really going to do this. Me, Savannah. I'm going home with a man I just met. Take deep breaths, I keep reminding myself. Just breathe, I want this.

  "Baby doll, this is my car," he said to me as we walked out of the bar. In front of me is this gorgeous Bentley. " I'm going to take you back to my place. My associate will drive us to my house." He opened the door, and I slipped in as sexy as I could manage. I stuck my ass out so he could take a good look at my best assets. Vincent brushed his pelvis against my ass as he came into the car. I leaned my back against the leather seats and as soon as he came in he grabbed for my elbow. Since I wanted to prove to myself that I could do something crazy, I bypassed it. This is my show.

  I found it rather entertaining how he explained himself to me. Of course, at this point in my drunken state, I would have been happy in the car. There is something mysterious about Vincent as he sat next to me in the car. I couldn't put my finger on it. Why would he tell me that his associate is driving us anywhere? Its not as if I really cared who the other European in the car is. Maybe the mysterious factor of Vincent is the fact that he has a thick accent.

  I want to grab onto his words and stick them in my pocket.

  As soon as the car started to move, I lounged at him. I took his face into my hands and started to kiss him deeply. Vincent grabbed my back and pulled me onto him so that I'm straddling him. The kiss started to deepen and I got more turned on by each kiss. With me on top of him, I started to rub myself on top of his belt buckle and our tongues met in the middle as we bruised each other lips. His mouth captivated mine as we kissed.

  The vibration from the car only increases my sensations.

  "Savannah," he moaned in my ear as the car turned left slamming me on to his chest even more. "Baby... you are making this way too hard. I want you right now."

  Liquid courage filled my vocal cords and all I wanted to feel is his hands down my back... ass... and filling me with everything. My slutty ego took over and words came flooding to my mouth and head. I knew I should be a lady and slow this down. But due to my impending divorce I enjoyed feeling wanted. As I took a deep breath, I felt his huge package graze my mound.

  Please tell me that is part of his keys or something.

  "Well what are you waiting for, Vincent?" I made sure to say his name in between intoxicating kisses. I didn't wait for him to respond, I stick my hands into his hair and gave a slight pull. At this point, he grabbed my hair and twisted it into his fingers.

  His package got thicker as the car turned. Most definitely not his keys.

  I couldn't help but hear and feel his breath get hotter on my cheek. Vincent knocked on the seat where his associate is and the car made a sharp right and stopped after it pulled into what I assumed to be a driveway.

  Vincent's associate opened the door and Vincent pushed me out the door since I'm still on his lap. He said goodbye to his associate and the roar from the car powered on and left us. While walking up to his house, he kept his hand possessively around my waist. I'm so drunk and wobbly that I didn't put up any resistance to being led into his house.

  We walked up this beautifully decorated driveway and Vincent spun me so I'm standing right in front of him. I trained my eyes to his chest where I would lick my way from his neck down to his dick. If it bothered him that I wasn't looking at him in the eye, he didn't express it. "Savannah, this is my house, you are welcome to be here, but you can't tell anyone where you are." There he goes again explaining himself to me again. He picked me up and I circled my legs around his waist where I placed our magnetic parts just perfectly.

  If I were thinking clearly, I would express the fact that I'm too heavy for this.

  I didn't really care what he had to say. Tonight, I wanted to be reckless. To do something I never would have thought I would do. Go home with a total stranger. When I was with my soon to be ex husband, he spent too much time on petty foreplay that turned me off. Tonight, would be just sex, I coached myself as he pushed me into the door.

  I heard a door open but I couldn't see inside. I'm too busy kissing him. When the door shut I'm hit by the smell of vanilla cookies. This smell really only increased my horniness. He walked several feet into the foyer with me still straddling his waist. He never broke our kiss while he walks. I felt something soft against my ass. Maybe a couch? When did he kneel down?

  "Baby doll..." He whispered in my ear as he laid me down on a lounger with him on top of me. I never realized how much I missed the weight of a man until now. I started to unbutton his Armani shirt and began to run my fingers over his very muscular chest. His hands ran down my side as he balanced himself on top of me. Each finger that touched that inch of skin set me on fire. I felt needed and wanted.

  However, I couldn't help but question if this is something I should be getting mysel
f into. Wait, that is what the old me would worry about. I pushed those thoughts from my mind and focused on what is happening now.

  "Hmm... Vincent, your hands feel amazing on me." I broke another kiss and lifted my shirt above my chest in a drunken way. I'm still incredibly drunk and unable to take my shirt off in a sexy way, which is my original intentions. I wanted to dig my claws in his back in order to ground myself to what is happening because it almost feels like a dream. There were so many sensations that were flooding through me with my eyes closed and I raised my hips in an effort for him to take this to the next level.

  Looks as if my drunk play worked!

  His hand traveled down my boob down to the top of my hip and I lifted my hips again to get this ball rolling. Vincent's hand went to the top of my skirt and then unzipped it from the side zipper on my hip. Each second that the zipper came down, his fingers stroked my sex. He slipped my skirt down while balancing himself on his forearms. He then crushed my face with kisses all the while stroking my sex but he didn't exactly put his fingers where I wanted them. Instead, Vincent kept stroking my mound which is driving me insane with need.