Unavoidable Chance (13 page)

“No Pop Tarts or frozen meals, got it,” I say as I walk to her and wrap her legs around me. She sets her wine glass down and wraps her arms around my back, then squishes her tits to my chest. I don’t even give soft and gentle a try, I immediately shove my tongue in her mouth and pick her ass up off the counter. I walk her down the hallway as she grabs at my shirt. I grab the knob of the first closed door and she breaks our kiss.

“Not that one, that’s my roommate’s room. Last door on the right is mine,” she says, then starts kissing me again.

Good to know she has a roommate. I open the last door on the right, then kick it closed with my foot. I toss her on the bed, then grab her t-shirt and pull it over her head. I go for her pants while she unbuttons and unzips them. I pull them off her legs, then grab her right foot and kiss up the inside of her foot. I trail my tongue up her shin to her knee and nibble a little before I continue my trail up her thigh. Her body writhes in anticipation while her hands are wild in my hair.

“Don’t you have to get home to your girls?” she asks in a hoarse whisper.

“Grandparents,” I answer in short.

“Oh, God, don’t stop,” she moans.

I lick up the middle of her stomach and find she’s wearing a front closure bra. I quickly undo it and take a nipple in my mouth. Her hands go to my back pocket, where she rips out my wallet and digs back in searching for a condom. She finds one and puts it between her finger and thumb, then goes to work undoing my pants. She pushes them down as far as they’ll go, then uses her feet to take them the rest of the way down.

I help her pull down my boxers, then stand at the foot of the bed and remove them. I grab her ankles and pull her ass to the end of the bed. I kneel down, put her legs over my shoulders and feast on what I crave. She grabs her breasts in her hands as her legs start to quiver, and she moans my name. Quickly, I take the condom from her, put it on and enter her. Her hands come up over her head; I place one of mine on hers and hold them there while I give her everything I have. She moans and wraps her legs around my upper thighs, pulling me in tight.

“Harder,” she pleads.

I push her farther on the bed and kneel in front of her, then pull her ass to my upper thighs, hard. I put her legs straight up my torso with her ankles at my ears. I move in and out while she meets me stroke for stroke. I palm her sex and thumb her in small circles, while the other hand kneads her breast. Her hand comes to her other breast as her face contorts with pleasure. Her insides start to constrict around me, and I deliver the final thrust, holding her ass off the bed, and come undone.

I set her down and rest my chest on hers. She grabs me by the cheeks and plants a soft, loving kiss on my lips.

“You can use the bathroom in here, I’m not sure if Savvy’s home or not. I’m just going to check on her, then I’ll be right back.”

She grabs a robe from the end of her bed and pulls it on, then ties it closed at the waist. She opens the door, and then heads out.

I do my thing in the bathroom. When I’m done, she’s still not back. I pull on my jeans and go in search of Ava.

I hear her talking in Savvy’s room. I stand outside the door and feel slightly guilty for eavesdropping. But when I hear what they’re talking about, I don’t feel so bad anymore.

“Max said you haven’t been at work and you’re not working at the bar either. If you’re not working, then where have you been going?” Ava asks.

“I’ve been busy with school, that’s all. You know how busy school can be. I’ve taken up some tutoring sessions. Nursing school is a lot harder than I thought it would be,” she replies.

Ava pauses for a long time before she talks again. “I’m not sure that I believe you,” she says.

“Look, I’m on time with paying you rent, so you don’t need to worry about that. Everything is fine. I’m just really busy with school. I got your note, and I’m sorry I couldn’t come to dinner again.”

“Why don’t you give Chloe a call, maybe she can help you study?” Ava tells her. “Why are you wearing sweats, it’s like a hundred degrees in here?”

“This is the coldest room in the house, that’s all. Look, I’ve had a really long day; I’d like to go to sleep.”

“Alright, but you need to talk to Max, he’s really worried about you. I’m not sure what his deal is, but just talk to him.”

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow. I think I just need to put my notice in with him. I can’t keep working two jobs and going to school. I make enough in tips at the bar to cover rent and whatever else I need, I’ll talk to him, I promise.”

“Alright, you get some rest,” she says, and gets off Savvy’s bed. I head back to Ava’s room, strip my jeans and sit on the end of the bed. It sounds like there’s more to this story.

Ava comes back in with a ton of worry written all over her face. I’m not sure what’s going on there, but Ava looks kind of scared. I open my arms for her, and she walks right into them.

She straddles my thighs and holds on for dear life. I untie her robe and open it up so we’re skin to skin. I pick her up and lay her in bed, then pull her close, wrap my arm around her, and bury my face in the crook of her neck. I give her a squeeze and we’re both fast asleep.

Monday morning I wake to an empty bed. It still must be really early, the sun is barely shining. Ava walks in fully dressed in her yellow blouse and a short black skirt, the blouse that I spilled coffee on, thank God it came clean. She’s carrying two coffee cups and she looks amazing, and hot, and sexy, and kind of like a naughty librarian. My dick, which was already standing at attention, throbs for her attention.

“Morning, I have to head into the office. I start opening statements at nine. I need to put the bow on my argument. Feel free to stay as long as you like. Can I see you again soon?” she asks, handing me a cup of hot coffee.

I rise up on one elbow and take the coffee from her. She sits next to me and her sunshine scent fills my senses. “Tonight. How about you come to my house for dinner? I’d say come to the restaurant, but I need to find out what’s up with Gabrielle. I’ve been meaning to work out a new schedule with Parker. We’ve both been running ragged working both shifts. I think it’s time to either work out our schedules so we’re not working so many hours, or hire a swing chef. I’d like to spend more time with you.” Her cheeks turn the cutest shade of pink, she grabs her coffee, and then she buries her lips in the cup. “Give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll walk out with you.”

“Alright. I’ll be in the kitchen picking out one of my fabulous homemade meals to take with me to the office,” she says. She gets off the bed and with a backward glance; she closes the door behind her.

Chapter 9

Ava

After a hot and steamy make out session in my garage, Jax puts me in my car with promises of more of that after work. He wished me good luck in court today, then gave me his address and said to meet him at his house around seven. His girls are with their grandparents in Lake Stevens, and his sister, who also lives with them, is staying at a friend’s house. So we have the house to ourselves. He promised tonight to cook me a dinner I’ll never forget, and to finally show me his ketchup recipe. It’s been bugging me nonstop, and I’m dying to know what’s in it!

I get to my office and find Reagan already there. She has most of the paperwork and files collated and in alphabetical order with colorful sticky notes stuck to everything; did I mention that I love sticky notes? Everything is waiting for me to put in my briefcase. Reagan knows how OCD I am. That’s just one of the many reasons why I love her so much. I take a few minutes and reread my notes, then head to court.

At a quarter after five I haul my beaten up, totally failed in court today, ass to my chair in my office. Opposing council had ten times the opening statement than I did. I knew she was a shark, but she twisted words to her advantage and if there was any shadow of a doubt before, well, there is almost no doubt now. That woman is what gives lawyers a bad name. She’s manipulative and cunning and a total bitch, I could never be like her. It’s very clear that I have a lot of work to do in the next coming weeks to months. I put my head on my desk and feel that ever annoying, bubbling, crappy crying emotion working its way up the back of my throat. Reagan walks in and silently sits in the chair on the other side of my desk.

“Ava?” she questions quietly.

Without lifting my head, I respond with a loud sigh.

“Are you alright? Is there anything you need before I go home? Can I get you something to eat?” The second her last question comes out of her mouth, my head pops up and my ass out of my chair with it. I totally forgot about Jax’s lunch I took out of my refrigerator this morning. Reagan shoots out of her chair, startled, and says, “What, what is it?”

I sit back down, plant my head back on my desk and just shake it back and forth. I take deep breaths in an effort to stop the crying session that will, at any point, surely break through.

“I’ll just leave you alone. Good night, Ava,” Reagan says.

If I thought I could stand up without losing my shit, I’d give Reagan a hug. After what feels like an hour, I lift my head, take Jax’s lunch off the corner of my desk and throw it in the trash. I wonder what he’s cooking for dinner? At this point, I think I’d eat anything, except Brussels sprouts. The yellow orchid on the corner of my desk catches my eye, and for the first time today, I smile. I grab my files and my briefcase and walk down to my car. I punch Jax’s address into my GPS and follow its turn-by-turn directions.

His H3 is sitting in the driveway, and I feel my cheeks blush just thinking about what we did in that vehicle. I grab my briefcase then start up the walkway. No, I can’t take my work inside. Shit, I’ll be up all night prepping for court tomorrow. I turn around and take it back to my car, then start up the walkway again. I turn around again and think better of it. I really need to get some work done. I should take my briefcase inside. But I can’t bring it inside, that’s rude. Maybe I should just cancel dinner. I’m already here though, that’s dumb, and rude, too. I’ve turned around and walked back several times already when his front door opens.

“I have wine,” he says.

Ding, ding, ding, magic words. That’s all I need to hear. I make my final decision to leave my briefcase in my car and go for the wine.

Jax’s house is amazing. You can tell he lives with a bunch of girls, and lives to make them happy. There are comfortable couches for the family to sit in and the walls are painted a warm and cozy grey. There’s a princess doll house in the corner of the front room with several dolls lying around. Children’s books are on the coffee table, and a shelf is lined and exploding with princess movies against the wall.

I follow him into the kitchen where it is definitely more his style. A restaurant quality stove and industrial refrigerator top off marble counter tops. He pats a seat at the breakfast bar, and then goes to the bottle of wine sitting on the counter. He opens it with a fancy wine opener that looks way too complicated to even try to figure out. I’d probably end up smashing the neck of the bottle on the counter top just to open it. He has to have a fine strainer somewhere in the gorgeous kitchen, to filter out any glass shards. He pours me a glass and sets it in front of me. I take the glass and immediately take a well-deserved big drink.

“Rough day?” he asks with a booming chuckle.

“That’s putting it mildly,” I reply, and take another drink.

“So, what’s at stake here?” he asks, working at the stove.

“At stake?” I question.

“Yeah, at stake. This isn’t just another case. Your assistant was all freaked out, too. Why is this case so important?”

“It’s just another case, all my cases are important to me,” I lie about the first half, but the second part is totally true. It’s my mission and my passion to get justice for my clients.

“Bullshit! Spit it out,” he demands.

“You’re really kind of bossy.”

“I may have some Swedish Fish somewhere in my house if you tell me,” he taunts.

Shit, he doesn’t play fair. “Oh, alright. I set a goal a while ago to become the youngest partner in the firm. This year is the last year for me to reach that goal. Before I was given this case, I was pretty much told that the outcome of this case was either ‘make it or break it’. Lose, I don’t get the position, win, it’s mine.”

“That’s bullshit, too. Why would you be put under that kind of pressure?” he asks. It’s a good question, but it’s the business.

“It’s just how things are in my business. I’m not the sit back and relax, happy to stay at the bottom of the food chain kind of girl. If I’m not moving up or bettering myself, I don’t think I can be happy with myself.”

He puts something in the oven, then walks over to me. He stands behind me and starts massaging my shoulders. I hang my head and enjoy the pure heaven he delivers. He has magical hands.

“You carry a lot of stress in your shoulders,” he says, digging his thumbs in my muscles. To me, the harder the massage, the better. He has such massive hands and it feels absolutely incredible. He gathers my hair and places it to the front of my body, then kisses the arch in my neck and shoulder. Instant chills break out everywhere he touches. His lips are on the right side of my neck; his warm breathe is close to my ear while his hands deliver a deep tissue massage. I could seriously orgasm in a matter of minutes from just this, but the timer on the oven goes off.