Running Into Love - The Complete Box Set

by Annalisa Nicole

  “Savvy, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everywhere you go, every man in the room stops what they’re doing just to stare at you. Hell, most women stop and look at you. ”

  “They do not!” she insists.

  “Yeah, they do. And I have to say, you lying here with your naked body pressed to mine saying that, makes me want to be late for work. You just have no idea how beautiful you are inside and out, do you? And I think that’s a fantastic quality about you, among other things.”

  I lean down and kiss her, bringing my body over the top of hers. Her arms go behind my head as she deepens the kiss. I remove her left arm and set it to the side, shaking my finger at it. She growls on my lips and starts squirming underneath me.

  “Damn it, get off!” she yells.

  “Why, what’s wrong?” I ask getting off her, thinking I’ve hurt her wrist.

  She gets off the bed and heads out the bedroom door.

  “I’m cutting this cast off right this second! It’s torture not being able to touch you!” she shouts, and heads down the hallway towards the garage.

  I quickly get out of bed and run after her. I catch her half way down the hallway and stand in front of her.

  “You’re not going to cut your cast off,” I tell her.

  “Watch me!” she says, then tries to go around me.

  I slink my arm around her waist and pull her back into my body with a thud. I turn her around in my arm and back her up against the wall, then cage her with my body.

  “I’m . . .” she starts to say.

  I kiss her hard, stopping her before she can say another word.

  “Cutting . . .” she pulls away and continues.

  I sink my lips back down on hers, then tear them away. I palm her jaw and turn her head to the side, kissing down her neck as my other hand comes to her breast. She gasps and moans. With my hand still on her jaw, I take myself in my hand and rub my tip on her slick entrance. God, she’s so ready for me. I slide forward and enter her slowly. I grab her hips and pull her onto me at a slow, torturing pace. I pull out all the way as she gasps, wanting more.

  I turn her around, then she places her forearms on the wall and sticks that sexy ass out, needing me back inside her. I slide my dick down the crack of her ass and she gasps with pleasure. I rub my tip up and down her ass as she moans. She removes her right hand from the wall and brings it between her legs. As she works herself, I place one hand on her hip and the other on her breast. I continue to stroke up and down her ass. Her moaning gets louder, her left leg starts to twitch uncontrollably as she comes. I slip all the way inside her.

  Her hand slaps the wall in front of her and she shouts, “Yes.”

  She again, places both forearms on the wall, and uses them for leverage to push back into me with every inward stroke.

  Her ass smacks with a crack on my legs, with each push into me. I feel myself on the edge as she comes a second time on my dick. I take a step backward and rest my back on the opposite wall, and hold her hips tight to me as I come.

  Savvy takes a step forward, then turns around and walks into my arms and kisses me.

  “You’re not buying me a car,” she says.

  “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” I say, turn her around, and spank her hard on the ass as she walks away toward the bedroom.

  Just as she gets to the door, she turns around and smiles, biting her bottom lip. Right before she disappears into the room, I see a nice red hand print on her ass cheek. Oh yeah.

  I head into the kitchen to grab a garbage bag so I can wrap her wrist and help her take a shower, a non-sexual shower, Scout’s honor.

  Savvy

  After our shower, I start thinking about Gary and what I need to say to him. I need to talk to him about more than just work. I don’t want to leave him high and dry. I’d like to give him a two-week notice and help train a new bartender for him. I also need to go and talk to Max. I really should go to the condo, and bring clothes and stuff back here. Ugh, the condo. I hadn’t even thought about going back there again. I had already put most of my good things in the back of Ruby when . . . well, we know what happened next. I need to go and see what clothes I can scrounge up. I think I’m going to play hooky from school today to get some major crap done.

  I glance out of the corner of my eye at Aiden as he shaves. “I think I’m not going to go to class this morning and go and talk to Gary, then Max. I also need to go to my condo for clothes and stuff. Can I borrow Jade today?” I ask. I hate asking if I can borrow his car.

  “Sure you can. It looks like a beautiful day. I’ll take the Harley to work. I can work a half a day if you want to go to class this morning, then I can come with you if you need me for moral support.”

  “I always need you for moral support sugar britches, but I think I need to do this on my own. You don’t mind if I borrow Jade though?”

  “No, not at all. And I’ll tell you this again, what’s mine is yours. Plus, it’ll be nice to ride my bike to work,” he says, grabbing the floss. He sets the floss back down, turns to me, leans his hip against the counter and continues, “I was attempting to say that nicely, but what I meant by moral support is I don’t want you to go to your condo alone the first time. I’m coming with you. I’ll work a half a day while you go talk to Gary and Max, we can grab some lunch, then we can go to your condo together.”

  God, he’s such a good man.

  He turns back around, takes a long piece of string out of the floss, then starts to floss his teeth. Funny, I remember not that long ago watching Aiden floss his teeth and I had that crazy thought, floss together, stay together. I don’t think I was that far off base. I look above the mirror, and still written in eyeliner above my head are the words I am beautiful. If we ever move out of this house, I’m going to the hardware store and buying a glass cutter and taking that part of the mirror with me.

  I blush thinking about the mega-hot sex we had that day, right here on this counter. I smile, grab the floss between us, and floss together with Aiden.

  I sit on the bed as I watch Aiden get ready for work. I could live the rest of my life sitting on this bed just watching Aiden get dressed. It’s just that damn sexy. He takes out a black three-piece suit and sets it on the bed. He walks back into the closet and takes out a multi-colored purple polka-dot tie and matching purple socks, a belt, cuff links, and a heavy silver watch, then sets them on the bed next to his suit. My mouth waters and I think I could drool just watching him get dressed. Aiden doesn’t disappoint as he puts on a show of getting dressed for me. I feel my insides quiver when he grabs hold of the cuffs of his dress shirt and snaps them out of the jacket.

  I get dressed in an old t-shirt and jeans and walk Aiden out to his bike. He opens the garage door, then walks over to his bike, lifts a leg and straddles the bike. Holy hotness, he’s sexy as hell wearing an expensive suit sitting on top of a motorcycle. He grabs his helmet from the handlebar, and lifts his chin at me with a sexy grin, wanting me to come over to him.

  I walk over to him slowly, not trusting myself. My mouth waters at the thought of unzipping his pants and sinking down on top of him and doing him right here, right now, sitting on top of this Harley. But I contain myself. He puts on a black leather jacket, a pair of black leather riding gloves, then grabs my chin and kisses me. He puts his helmet on his head and I back away from the bike as he starts it with a thundering roar. He walks the bike backward until he’s out of the garage. He gives me a wink that sends goosebumps down my arms, then closes the visor on his helmet. He gives me a backward glance and a low wave, then roars down the street.

  I leave the garage door open while I walk back into the kitchen, grab my purse and Aiden’s keys, then head back out into the garage. I slip into Jade and run my hands on her soft, green, leather steering wheel. I’ve never driven a car this nice before. I slowly back out of the garage and stop in the driveway, then hit the close button on the garage door opener.

  I decide to go to Max’s PI firm first. No
sense in quitting at the bar if I don’t have another job lined up first. I pull into the parking lot and see Jax’s H3 and Ava’s little red sports car parked side by side. Aww, isn’t that just cute. Their two cars look exactly like the two of them. Jax’s H3 is this huge, muscular, powerhouse of a vehicle, just like him. Ava’s little red car is petite, cute, and tiny just like she is. I think their cars may have known they were perfect for each other before they knew it themselves. Next to their cars are four identical blacked out, matte black Explorers, lined up in a row like ducks.

  I walk into the building and see my desk in the reception waiting area. Man, it looks like someone needs to do some filing. There are heaping stacks of manila files and copious amounts of miscellaneous paperwork sitting on top of my desk. Funny, I just said my desk. I’m kind of putting the cart before the horse, just a little.

  Max’s office door is cracked open and I can hear him, Chloe, Jax, and Ava having a conversation. Chloe must have driven in with Max, because I didn’t see her car out in the parking lot. I hear paper bags rustling; they must be having a breakfast meeting about Ava’s case.

  “Dude, when are you going to hire a new receptionist? It looks like a bomb went off out in reception,” Jax says.

  “Never. If I keep bugging Aiden long enough, maybe Savvy will come back to work for me,” Max answers. I do a quiet little dance and think, oh yeah! Momma’s home! “This office ran so smooth when she worked here. She even knew how to keep Levi and Chase in line. Don’t ever tell her I said that though,” he continues.

  Gosh, I had no idea Max valued my employment so much.

  “Maybe you should actually tell Savvy how much you need her back instead of bugging Aiden all the time,” Chloe says.

  Yeah, what she said.

  I decide not to bother their meeting. I head back to my desk and the Mt. Everest of paperwork that needs to be done. I sit down in my chair and smile. I start by filing the closed cases, then collate the open case files and set them to the side for now. I work for about thirty minutes, then I start to feel like someone’s watching me. I look up into the eyes of Ava.

  “Uh, hi,” I say sheepishly, setting down the file, standing up.

  “Hi, yourself,” she replies with a smile. “I needed to get something out of my car. What are you doing here?” she asks.

  “I just came to talk to Max about getting my old job back, but I heard you all having a breakfast meeting and decided to just talk to him later. But then I sort of couldn’t help myself. I kind of just hired my own self back.”

  “Welcome back. I know it will make Max’s day. Hey, have you and Aiden decided where you two are getting married?” she asks.

  “Actually, we did last night. We’re going to get married at Palisade on the marina,” I tell her.

  “Get out!” she says, taking a giant step forward, then shoves me into my seat. What is it with these women with shoving and pushing people in their seats? “Does my mom know about this yet?” she continues.

  “No, not yet, you’re the first one to know,” I tell her.

  “Oh, this is so perfect! Just wait until everyone else finds out! Just tell me what you need me to do and I’m all over it,” she says.

  “Actually, there is something,” I tell her, sitting up straight in my seat.

  “Name it,” she says, sitting down in the chair at the end of my desk.

  “I don’t know what to get Aiden as a wedding gift,” I tell her.

  She thinks about it for a second, then answers, “I got Jax a watch and he loves it. He wears it every day. I had it engraved on the back with something special. Willow got Asher a pocket watch as a wedding gift, too. I think Aiden will love that, too.”

  “Aiden has watches. Like really expensive watches. Like, I’d have to donate plasma for a year just to afford them, expensive, kinds of watches. I can’t get him the kind of watch he’s accustomed to,” I tell her.

  “Accustomed to? Are you being serious right now?” she asks.

  “Sugar, I’m dead serious,” I reply.

  “Number one, Aiden’s money is your money, you’re getting married. I have no doubt he’s already told you that. And B, Aiden may have watches, but none will be as special as one that you give him on your wedding day that’s engraved with something personal,” she says.

  I think about it for a second and come to the conclusion that for a wedding gift, I’d rather pay for it with my own money. Using Aiden’s money to pay for a gift for Aiden, just doesn’t seem right. But how can I get enough cash on such short notice to get Aiden something he’ll be proud to wear and won’t turn his wrist green? I don’t have anything of value that I could pawn, and I don’t even think there’s anything in the stuff from the storage unit that’s worth selling. I’d even sell Ruby, if I still had her, just to get cash for Aiden’s gift. God, I miss Ruby.

  “You don’t want to use Aiden’s money for his own gift, do you?” Ava asks, putting her hand over the top of mine.

  What is she, a mind reader?

  “Eh-hreehmm,” Max says, clearing his throat from beside us.

  I stand back up and look at him shocked. I wonder how long he’s been standing there.

  “I was just . . .” I start to say nervously.

  He looks around at the semi-clean desk, then smiles.

  “Write down what hours work for you and your schedule, then put it on my desk before you leave today, alright?” he says with a wink.

  Ava stands up, smiles, then follows Max back into his office. Didn’t she have something to get out of her car?

  After about half an hour, Jax and Ava come out of Max’s office. She walks over to me and gives me a hug.

  “We’ll talk more about the Palisade Saturday at your house. I’ll bring all the wedding magazines I have, and of course, wine,” she says, then they both leave the office together.

  I guess Ava’s coming over Saturday.

  I work for about another hour, write down the hours I can work for Max, then head into his office. Max is sitting behind his desk by himself. Chloe is nowhere to be seen. I wonder where she is.

  “Here are the hours I can work,” I say, and slide the piece of paper on his desk.

  I can swing working for Max about twenty-five to thirty hours a week with school right now.

  “Great,” he says, glancing at the schedule.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, and turn around to head out of his office.

  “Savvy,” he calls, just as I’m at the door frame.

  “Yeah,” I say, turning around.

  “This is for you,” he says, as he slides an envelope across his desk.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “We’ll call it an advance on your paycheck,” he says.

  “Max, I just couldn’t,” I insist.

  “Alright then, we don’t need to call it an advance. We’ll call it a re-signing bonus.” No, that’s worse than an advance! Damn it, he heard Ava and me talking about a wedding gift for Aiden. “You wait any longer to take it, it’s going to turn into a straight up gift in about five seconds,” he says, looking at his watch.

  “Alright,” I say, rushing over to his desk taking the envelope. “I’ll only take it if it’s an advance.”

  “Nope, that ship sailed ten seconds ago. It’s a re-signing bonus,” he says, pointing to his office door for me to leave.

  Gah! Why did I want to work for him again? He’s annoying and arrogant, and just about one of the most selfless, kind-hearted men I know, aside from Aiden of course.

  I grab my purse, look at my neat and organized desk, and head out of the office. Sitting in Jade, I open the envelope from Max. I scream out loud, then quickly close the envelope, then shove it into my purse. I think I may need an armed guard to protect it. That’s more than enough money to get Aiden something really nice.

  On my way to the bar, I try and think of the right words to say to Gary. He’s always been there for me and I’m feeling extremely guilty for quitting. He’s always made
sure to give me extra shifts when I needed them, and I’ve thought on hundreds of occasions there was more money in my tip jar than there should have been. I never actually caught him with his hand in the cookie jar, so to speak, but I’m positive there was more money in there because of him at least a few times a week. He’s always made sure I was taken care of. He’s been the father I never had. I pull into the parking lot and sit in the car. This is harder than I thought it’d be. Then while thinking about Gary, it hits me what I’ll have engraved on Aiden’s watch. I can dream, can’t I. Written with a period at the end, not a question mark.

  There’s a loud tapping noise on the driver side door, and I again scream out loud grabbing my heart. I look out the window and see Gary. He waves his hand, then gestures for me to come inside.

  I get out of the car and follow him inside. Once inside, that smell that can only be described as Deuce’s hits my nose, and it feels like my second home. The bar is still closed, so there are no customers yet. Gary grabs a bar rag and flips it over his shoulder. He pats his hand on a bar stool, then continues around behind the bar. He grabs the soda gun, fills a glass with soda, then places a square napkin in front of me and set’s it down. He places both elbows on the bar top, and rests his chin on the heels of his hands. I lean back on my stool, furrow my eyebrows at him, and wonder if the hospital gave him some good drugs for his concussion.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, grabbing my soda.

  “Savvy . . .” he starts.

  “Gary,” I reply back in the same tone, then take a drink.

  “You’re fired,” he says, standing up straight.

  He takes the bar rag from his shoulder, then wipes at an imaginary stain on the bar top.

  “What?” I ask surprised. “You can’t fire me! I quit,” I say, slapping my drink down, splashing soda onto the bar top.

  He turns to me with soft eyes and looks at my left hand. He’s looking at my cast. He doesn’t feel bad about everything that happened, does he? It wasn’t his fault at all. Oh, God. He does. He blames himself. But his face and eyeballs look soft and loving, not like he’s torn over guilt. I’m so confused.