Save Me (The Lucky Family Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  As we walked out of the bathroom, Vincent and Ronnie were conversing and it seemed to be about something serious. I wondered where Joel went. Anne is the one that found him, he is in the corner with his hands over his face. Since the men looked as if they were in a heated discussion, I forced Anne to walk past them into the hall.

  When we took our seats some of our coworkers were staring at me. Damn it, I can't believe I'm at a work event without shoes on. I wished something horrible for Joel because I'm so angry he embarrassed me and broke my shoe. Those shoes were a gift to myself for my birthday.

  While dinner is being served, the deejay turned the music up a little so we still could hear it.

  "Savannah, you look amazing!" My coworker said from the agency. She is older and dressed her age of being fifty.

  "Thank you so much, Betty. By any chance do you know who is sitting by us?" She shrugged and I shrugged back at her. When the plates were being served, someone touched my naked back.

  "Oh that's wonderful. They saved our seats." I spun around and seen Vincent taking the seat next to me and Ronnie next Anne. Anne and I were in the middle shocked to see them here. Vincent turned on a big beautiful smile, the same smile he had when we were having sex. What is with this guy that turns me on? I think he is not human. A human could not look this perfect all of the time. "Hello everyone. You are probably wondering who we are. I'm Vincent Moretti and this my partner, Ronnie Rossi. We are silent partners for this agency."

  Another secret. He is technically a person that funds my striving business. While he is still making small talk, his hand grazed up the slit of my dress and just barely touched my sex. Oh my! What is he doing to me? Being tortured sexually in front of these big wigs is horrid. I kept trying to push his hand away. Our hands danced and then he lightly pinched my thigh and I gave up. He won.

  He is still talking to the big wigs and his finger inched up and touched my thong. As he grasped what he is touching, he stroked right over the slit of my center. I tried hard to not wiggle in my seat but that is impossible. I'm about to moan until he whispered to me and then took his finger away. Fuck. I'm so almost about to come all over his hand. Damn it. Now I'm flushed and sexually frustrated. I could tell he knew what he did to me, so I moved my slit a little more to the left so he could see that I'm wearing black lace.

  Really close in my ear, Vincent whispered: "Are you surprised, baby doll?" His accent made his voice sound musical and I'm captivated.

  Damn it. This isn't happening! One night! Only one night and he shows up at my work event as if he owns the place.

  Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm funny. He does own this place.

  "Surprised! Ha! You are so funny!" That is such a little word for what I'm feeling. Overwhelmed... yeah, that sums it up.

  "I couldn't tell you which companies I owned because I didn't want you to feel as if I were trying to seduce you." His breath is so hot on my ear that I quivered under it. "Savannah, are you mad?" He asked while I took a bite of my grilled chicken.

  "I feel like you aren't telling me something. Why would you put that phone in my bag? How did you manage to pay Caridee like that? That is an expensive service. Why did Joel ask me if I knew who you are? How did you even know where I'm tonight?" All of these questions came flooding out of my mouth and I probably would have continued on with my questions if Vincent didn't put his finger on my lips. I couldn't help it but I stuck my tongue out and licked his index finger. I'm out of breath when I completed my interrogation which I'm not finished with.

  He looked at Ronnie and Ronnie nodded at him. "So, there is a lot to cover between us. Let's dance." He grabbed my hand and Ronnie followed suit with Anne. People were finishing eating and joined us. In the middle of the dance floor is where Vincent kissed me publicly as he dipped me so my back is bent over his arm. I'm surprised that I almost fell. One of my favorite songs played on the system, "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra and I felt giddy. Old Blue Eyes just knows how to speak to me.

  Damn it. Now I'm mad at myself. By him kissing me in front of everyone... People probably think we are dating. That is not what this is. Just sex. One night.

  But... dancing is nice too. I'm so fucked.

  "Vincent, please tell me how you at least know Joel. I'm so embarrassed that he showed up here." He is such a good dancer. Dipping me and holding me up so that he supports my dance frame.

  "Let's just say that I know Joel from my past. How long were you married?" Evasive much?

  "Seven years." Throughout this whole time we kept dancing to the beat of the music. "What is a comare and why do you want me as one? Is that what Ronnie is trying to do with Anne?"

  He nodded and spun me out of the middle floor. "It is confusing how it works. Being my comare entitles you to privileges that you otherwise wouldn't get. Ronnie hasn't stopped talking about Anne since we left. He recognized you and knew that you were friends."

  He is being so vague and it is taking all of my self preservation to not rip his vocal cords out. Damn, I have been pretty violent lately. "You are dodging my question, Vincent."

  "You told my associate that you had a party. I followed up and realized that it is my company." He puckered his smug lips at me. I wanted to punch him. And after I punched him, I wanted to kiss the crap out of him. He knew what answer I wanted. I didn't get to continue my interrogation because Anne came to my side, and Ronnie is whispering in Vincent's.

  "What happened?"

  Anne looked flushed and her eyes were glazed over. I really hope Ronnie doesn't screw her over. "Vans, I don't know, one minute we were dancing and the next he checked his phone. Then he led me over to here."

  Vincent came to my side and kissed my cheek softly while his hand is on my naked back. "Thank you for the dance. I will see you later." They both turned and left Anne and I on the dance floor feeling alone.

  "Let's get out of here and go home. I want to go to the bar!" She said to me clearly feeling as discarded as I felt about myself.

  *Chapter 6*

  The limo took us back home and we continued to drink champagne. When we arrived at our building, we had just finished the third bottle. Even though we're both pretty tipsy, we each tipped the driver a twenty and slipped out of the limo.

  Once into our place we separated to get ready to go to the new bar down the street. I'm eager to forget about tonight and the head games that I'm being subjected to by getting cute. I'm hoping this will help. I slipped on a pair of tight jeans on and a silky tank. I didn't want to ruin my hair so I compromised by taking off my jewelry.

  I always felt weird about going to the bar way too dressed up. I guess I thought it made me look snobby or something.

  "Anne, hurry up! I want to keep my buzz. I'm going to call a cab!" No way am I going to be abandoned by my friend who takes off with my car! She arrived as I told the cab to pick us up at our apartment.

  She took her hair down and changed in to jeans too. Her top is see through. Ronnie must have helped her because she had a new sense of confidence. " I'm ready to go, bitch!" Even though she called me a bitch, she said that with a sweet smile.

  We arrived at the bar just at the right time. We both pulled out our licenses in the chance of being carded. Once the bouncer checked our ID he nodded to a person next him. We were personally escorted to the plush section.

  With the music turned up loud, Anne yelled at me. "This is pretty cool! Did you know the bouncer?"

  I yelled back that I didn't. Once we received a premium bottle of champagne, which we did not order and is just brought out to us, I pulled her up to start dancing.

  Normally, I'm all about watching my drinks when in public, but the room came with security. We had a card that is needed to be swiped in order to enter. Supposedly, the mob owns this bar and they wanted it to be as classy as possible and for the female clientele to be comfortable as desired.

  The mob owning businesses is something that I have heard of quite frequently. There is a new syndicate that is moving its way towar
ds notoriety but they are very secretive. Everybody has heard of the mob but no one knows its members or who has their fingers in their pie.

  The walls were a balance of red paint and rich gold embossed designs throughout the walls. Most bars don't have windows, but this one as rich ruby red curtains that hide the public eye from looking inside. That is another reason why people think that the mafia has their claws sunk into the management. Privacy is a must.

  We got into a flow with the music and started to dance with each other. The music is so loud and everyone is dancing in a heap. Anne is smiling at me while she swayed back and forth. I'm shocked when a well dressed man approaches us with a determined look.

  "I know what you are. I just hope you know what you are getting into before its too late." He stalked off and someone else came up behind me while I grind my hips into this person's groin. Hands grabbed my waist and held tight at the tip of my jeans and just like that, that man is forgotten.

  I'm too drunk to know who this is. We kept dancing for about two songs and I closed my eyes to let the music fill me. Those hands grabbed tighter as he pushed himself on to the small of my back and I felt the evidence that he is enjoying himself. All of a sudden those hands were gone. I opened my eyes to see what happened. Was I grinding too hard? Anne is smiling and laughing while dancing with a man in a suit. Who it is... I had no idea and to be honest I didn't care.

  I began to crave male attention which has been something my body has been reintroduced to recently. I want hands back and I want to grind into someone. It made me feel sexy and I liked it.

  The music kept flowing and I'm having such a great time. I wanted those hands back. Closing my eyes had let my thoughts run away and replace those thoughts with just dancing. When I opened my eyes, which were blurry by this time; there is a dark figure in front of me watching me dance. I started to sway over to him. He grabbed my hips and danced with me as "DJ Play This Girl a Love Song" played. The man spun me so my back is pressed against his front and I loved the feel of his muscular chest.

  "Baby doll." That voice interrupted my dancing with a random man after only one dance and in that tone, I heard authority. "Come dance with me. I will take it from here." He put his pelvis perfectly so it is right on my ass. This is when I wanted to be sexy. I wanted him to want me. To feel what it is like to be apart of this head game. Vincent kept grinding against me and it would be a lie if I said I wasn't turned on by this. On the second song I tilted my head back and Vincent nibbled my ear. "I thought I told you to be careful." I didn't want to want to answer so I just kept dancing.

  Petulant? Yes.

  Anne tapped my arm. I'm so caught up in whatever this is that I forgot she is here. I'm a very bad friend, and I felt so guilty. "I want to leave. Are you going to be okay here? Ronnie is coming back to our apartment." It is then that Ronnie came into my blurry picture and he smiled then winked at me.

  Okay, I can see his appeal. He isn't bad looking and he looks like he is a nice enough guy.

  She started to walk away but I grabbed her shoulder before she walked too far. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Suddenly, I felt sober. Not saying that I regret what happened with Vincent, but I'm worried about her.

  In Anne's past relationships, she is one that focuses on the other person and loses track of the real world. I'm not saying that she will forget about me, but she will become borderline obsessive. I really hope in this case that it doesn't happen. Her last boyfriend, Matt, ended their relationship because she wanted to get married and he wasn't ready.

  I feel as if she and I are good for each other. I lack the trust and she wants more. In my marriage, she constantly was asking me if I were giving Joel a chance. Normally, that would make someone angry but she didn't know the whole situation. Ironically, that is because I didn't let her in until I were ready to leave.

  Anne just want a everyone to be happy, and gives until she has nothing left. In a perfect world, I wish I could be like that or have some of those qualities that she has.

  Its lonely behind my walls.

  She nodded and gave me her genuine smile. I have a feeling that she will be designing china patterns by the end of the night. "Yes, I want to do this. Are you okay?"

  I nodded as well and gave her a reassuring smile. "Sure, we should have breakfast in the morning!" I stuttered at her as Ronnie hugged Vincent. Since I'm still connected by the hips with Vincent, Ronnie grazed me with his boner. After they left, I spun around and took his face. I'm so turned on that I didn't care we we're in public. "Let's go to my apartment."

  "Where do you live?"

  "Two blocks away. Let's go!" I screamed as I jumped on his hard muscular hips. "Come on, baby! I want to leave!" Man, my being drunk these past couple of days has turned my easy going personality into a slutty person.

  Vincent chuckled and then gripped my ass cheeks in his hands and ground himself against my center. Shit, if he keeps doing this, I will come right here and right now. "Hey, easy there, killer. Let's go. Is your car here?"

  "We took a cab. Is your associate outside?" He shook his head and I opened my eyes to realize that a majority of the bar has cleared out. "Is there some place in here we can go?" Last night was so amazing and I couldn't deny myself that anymore. Maybe a two night stand. People do that, right? Or is that what they call fuck buddies?

  Vincent grabbed my legs to secure them around his hips and took my face with the most passionate kisses I have ever received especially from Joel. This man is amazing. I felt a wall move. Was it a wall or is my stomach in knots and doing the wave? He laid me down on a desk and broke our kiss so he could take off my shoes. How did he know that this is a fantasy of mine? I have always had a desk fantasy. Shoving all the papers off the desk and pushing up the skirt and my grabbing his tie that is how my fantasy went in my head. He kissed and rubbed my feet as he traveled up my body feeling my legs.

  My body is on fire. My skin is burning wherever he is touching me and I'm sure he can feel the heat wave that is taking place underneath my flesh. I want him. Need to feel what it feels like to be zipped up in him.

  "Baby doll, are you sure you want this?" Why does he keep asking me that? I'm so turned on that I grabbed his shirt and tried tugging it off. "I want you but I just want you to know."

  "Quit talking! My answer is yes yesterday, it didn't change overnight." I started to undo the button on my jeans and unzip them. I hooked my leg to his knees from the back and tugged him towards me. "Kiss me, Vincent! I want to feel you." Finally! He took some initiative and pulled my jeans down. After every inch that my jeans exposed of my flesh, he kissed or licked it. As he traveled back up, he ran his tongue over my sex and then licked all the way up my middle.

  He is right over me as he touched my cheeks and then grabbed my inner thighs. "You looked so beautiful today. Its almost a shame to mess up your hair." I heard his zipper go down all the way and I took my hand to his package. While stroking it he got harder and this is amazing. "Baby, you make me so hard."

  "Are we alone up here?" He nodded and took my hand away from his dick. Like being alone would have stopped me right now. If we needed to stop, I'm certain that my body will explode.

  Since I wasn't wearing a thong, there isn't much he had in the way. Once his briefs were down he plunged into me, after he put the condom on. His dick is so hard that it almost hurt to be inside. I reached for his shirt and unbuttoned it. Once I peeled the shirt off, I grabbed his elbows and pulled him further onto me. I licked the tattoo that is the dice.

  He groaned as I nibbled on the skin. "Guys with tattoos are hot," I whispered as I dragged my lips up his arms and then licked inside his mouth.

  A grunt came washing over me and before I knew it, I'm facing the desk. Vincent slapped my ass cheek and then bit my shoulder. I bit down on the fleshy part of my arm to muffle my screams and then a fist is knotted into my hair. Between his punishing thrusts, I bit harder into my forearm. "Louder," he growled into my ear. "No one can hear you scream, baby," the word
s were growled into my ear and almost sounded threatening.

  This time, the sex is different. He's more intense almost as if he has something to prove. He took his time between his thrusts to give me light kisses. The light kisses totally contradicted the pistoning of his hips which made this a whole lot hotter. My eyes were closed so I could just drift away and let this take me away but I wonder if his are closed, too.

  "Savannah! You are so beautiful." His thrusts were even faster and I knew my skin would bear the bruises from this. While hovering over me, he pulled on the bundle of hair that he has in his fist and then gripped my neck. I moved my chin to look at him and then he attacked my mouth by giving me the same punishing blows as his hips but with his tongue. When he spoke, he spoke against my mouth: "Baby... this is so amazing." His words just made my eyes roll to the back of my head. I loved the way he spoke. That accent is a turn on.