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  “Hello?” Savannah’s sweet voice answers the phone as I stand in a line of men wanting to call their spouses.

  “Hello, my lovely.”

  She gasps and then I hear the brush of her breath on the mouthpiece of her cell. “Baby. I’ve missed you so much.”

  In order to not have her cry, I try to be nice and focus on the positive. “Two more days, baby. Two more days and then I get to hold you and kiss your sweet mouth. Are you ready to give me those lips?” She doesn’t have a choice. I will kiss those lips.

  And the other set too.

  “Yes… LaVinia was over here last night and I’m tired. I was taking a nap before you called.”

  She had been helping Rossi and Anne with their baby this past year to help get her mind off of everything. “Are you in the bed?” I haven’t seen the woman in a year. Since I’m in federal lock up, I didn’t get normal visits and I have to wait to have my conjugal with Savannah.

  “Mmhmm.”

  My mind thinks about her long blonde hair spread out on the bed and her eyes lit up from excitement. “Are you naked?”

  “Come on, Moretti! Get your jollies off another time!”

  I place my hand on the receiver so Savannah can’t hear me. I don’t want her to know the amount of violence that takes place here. The last thing that I need is for her to worry about me and stress out about it. It’s bad enough that I haven’t seen her in almost a year. “I’m gonna kick your ass. Leave me the fuck alone.”

  Savannah

  Before I leave our house, I look around to make sure everything is locked and Cherub’s bags are packed. I’m going to be gone for a few days and I can’t bring him. Hell, I don’t know what I can bring with me to go see Vincent in prison. Cherub’s going to be staying at Anne’s because LaVinia loves him and they have a lot of fun together.

  I’m so nervous that I’m sweating all over my fucking body. This is so silly! He’s my husband and I shouldn’t be this nervous. But I am. I feel as if this is like our first date or something.

  My ringing phone tells me that Anne is calling me and I slide it out of the pocket of my jeans. “Hi, kitten.” She knows how stressed I am and she also knows that I’m having a stage six heart attack over here.

  “How are you?” Even though she’s asking gently, I think she knows damn well how I am.

  “I don’t want to go! Ohmigawd. What if I start to cry and beg him to leave with me? What if I start trying to stage a prison break? I’m staying home.”

  I hear her gasp and then her angry breath floods over the phone. “You are fucking going to see your husband and that’s that!”

  “Mommy said bad word! Oooh! Bad mommy!” LaVinia says and I can just imagine her with her hands on her hips and her chin in the air. At just a little over two, you would think she was turning fifteen. She has so much attitude- it’s crazy.

  “Let me talk to her!” Ronnie demands and then his voice takes the place of Anne’s sweet one. “That man needs to see you. Quit being a little baby and go see him! You knew that this could happen when you got married.”

  Fuck. Why does he have to be so brutal? I hang up on him before he can say anything else and hang my head. I’m more nervous about him seeing me now. I’m no longer a size fourteen, I have ate my feelings into a size sixteen and I’m scared as hell that he’s going to think I’m disgusting.

  *

  The drive is long and annoying. I had to break it into two days because of how long it is. After crossing the bridge, I stop and get a motel room. Once I’m in my room, I look around the lack luster of a room. It’s white. Very white. Suddenly, I crave seeing the blue from Vincent’s house before I officially moved in.

  I don’t sleep. I toss and turn and consider turning around. I’m so conflicted as to how I should feel and behave when I see him tomorrow that I don’t know what to do.

  When I wake up, my horror is confirmed. I have bags under my eyes that are going to take some serious cover up to hide it. After my shower, I have done my hair to look nice and put on enough makeup to make me look decent. Which is more makeup than I have been wearing this whole year since I haven’t been wearing any.

  After checking out of the motel, I head to my car and load it. It takes me about three hours to drive to the prison and when I get there, my nervous feel like bats in my stomach. Ohmigawd. I’m here!

  The outside of it is surrounded by a thick fence with a watch tower standing proud in the middle. The building is long and white with gates surrounding it. I follow the directions for the visitor section and I park my car towards the front. I don’t know if I bring my stuff in now or if I will be able to come out and get it.

  Quickly, I google it and I’m told to bring it in with me. Plus, I don’t want to miss any minute with Vincent even if we aren’t intimate.

  Which, if my crotchless thong has anything to do with it, we are going to be intimate.

  With my big bag rolling behind me, I fidget with my jacket. It’s November and it’s cold now. I miss the heat and the sun but it is winter after all. When I make it to the front entrance, I consider turning around. Damn it! When did I become this weak?

  “You look lost, lady,” a manly voice says off to the right of me.

  I look over at him and notice that he’s wearing a guard’s outfit. “How do I get in here?” I ask like the stupid blonde that I am.

  He points to the door that I was about to enter and shrugs. “First time here?”

  Is it that obvious? “Yeah…”

  “Good luck. Look forward and don’t look around. If you look around you’re going to freak out.” Without anything else said, he turns and scans his card into a secret door. Once he’s out of my sight, I continue my walk.

  I open the door and then see a group of women all with suitcases themselves. Quietly, I walk up to one woman and ask: “Where do I sign in?”

  She looks forward and points to this corner. Well, that’s the reason why I didn’t see it. It’s dark over there. Cautiously, I walk up to the counter and say: “I’m Savannah Moretti. I’m here to see my husband, Vincent Moretti.”

  The lady looks at me like I’m crazy and shakes her curly haired head. She’s probably about my age and also probably eats her feelings. She’s heavy as well. “Licence and social security card and then go find a seat. We will call you when it’s your time.”

  I follow the directive, because really, what else am I supposed to do? I read on the website that you can’t bring in any electronics because it could be stolen. Also, they don’t want to risk inmates using the phone. I left my phone in the car, and I’m hoping that it doesn’t break because of the cold.

  Without being able to look at a clock, I feel as if the minutes are hours before I’m finally called back. Three women are taken back through the big heavy door and then one woman comes out with tears down her face. The curious side of me wants to know what made her cry, but I’m all too excited when I’m called.

  My suitcase rolls behind me and I walk up to where the guard is. Once I’m through the door, she stops and looks at my suitcase. “We are going to have to search your bag to ensure that you are not sneaking in contraband.”

  I nod and hand over the handle. Even though I know that there’s nothing in there that could get me in trouble, I’m still nervous. I watch as she sifts through my suitcase and the smirk on her face when she finds the lingerie that I brought too. I want to ask her how this is supposed to go, but I’m beginning to think that she probably doesn’t want to talk to me. She just wants me to go where I’m supposed to go.

  After she’s done, she zips it back up and sets it in front of me. “Is this your first time here?”

  “Uh, yeah.”

  She leans over and places her hand on my shoulder. “Please stand on the wall. I need to search you.” I follow directions and as she’s patting me down, she starts talking. “I’m assuming you are here to see your husband.” I nod and look at her hand and will it to move because it’s under my breast. Don’t touch m
e! “You’re going to be in a room to the side of the prison and you will have the amenities of home in there. A bathroom, a shower, kitchenette. Those kind of things.” When she’s finished feeling me up, I feel violated and all I want to do is leave. I want to be home in bed with Vincent.

  Great, so everyone is probably going to know that I’m here to have sex with my husband. I feel like a whore. “All right. That’s good to now.”

  “Follow me.”

  I follow down the hallway and do what I was told not to do. Look around. The main hallway looks like a normal one but the smell of bleach is prominent. Every so many hundred feet, there’s a steel door that cuts the hallway wall up. I want to ask what that is for, but I’m thinking it’s where they are housed.

  Further down the hall, she crosses a line and then another guard comes forward. “This is Savannah. Moretti’s conjugal. Please take her to the honeymoon suite.” The female guard that got a little frisky with me nods towards the new one. “Good luck, kid.”

  I smile at her in a sense of gratitude and walk with the new one until we meet a steel door. “Moretti will be here shortly. He’s finishing his job and then we will take him to you.”

  The new guard is a male and about six feet tall and majorly over weight. How is he supposed to protect himself from the prisoners if they want to get over on him? He opens the door and gestures for me to walk in. When I do, I open my mouth to say thank you but he’s already shut the door.

  I walk around the room that has zero life in it and make my way to the bed. There’s these white sheets that look like shit and all I can think about is how many people probably fucked on them. I reach into suitcase and undo the side compartment. Once my hand lands on it, I grab the sheets that I brought from home out.

  I wish I could say that I brought the sheets only so he could sleep on something nice, but I brought them so I could smell him when I leave. I miss how he smells.

  Once the bed is made, I look around some more. Everything is inside this room. The bathroom is open but there’s a shower curtain that’s clear around the shower. I don’t know what to do so I wait.

  When the door clicks open, I nearly jump out of my skin. “You have twenty-four hours, Moretti. Make it count!” An angry voice says and then I see Vincent.

  He looks different. But surely, that’s what a year would do to someone. He’s put on about twenty pounds of muscle and his thick black hair is long now. It’s reaching past his chin and is slightly wet. He’s wearing the prison outfit and I almost cry.

  As my eyes skim his body, greedily, he does the same to me.

  We stand in a stand off in the middle of the room and I’m not sure who makes the movement, but I’m in his arms before I blink. “Oh sweet fuck. Baby, I missed you. So fucking much.” His mouth rains kisses all over my head and my cheeks before bruising my lips. “I’ve missed you.” With each word, his accent gets thicker and thicker.

  I grip my hands into his shirt and hold on for dear life. I know my nails are probably biting into his skin but I don’t care. “Why are you crying, my lovely? It’s all going to be okay.” His words are whispered into my neck and I feel my hair getting damp from his tears as well.

  I didn’t even realize I was crying. That’s weird. I rub my face in his neck and take in his spicy smell. It’s not as strong as it normally is, but to me, it’s heaven. He’s heaven. “Baby, I’ve missed you so much. I thought I was going to die from it,” I murmur and kiss up his neck.

  I’m not trying to be sexual, but I’m enjoying feeling him. His body is warm as I run my lips up and down the column of his neck and he shivers. “There’s no reason to talk like that, baby. We are going to get through this and you know it.”

  He picks me up and carries me to the bed I just made. Once we are there, he sits down with me on his lap. I tuck my head into his neck and kiss lightly up and down. My hands are running up and down his arms and then resting on his shoulders- then again. I just can’t stop touching him.

  “Do you want to lay down? I can just hold you?” He whispers and kisses my forehead.

  I nod and feel him as he lays us back. His arms are holding me against his chest so tightly and I hum my satisfaction. “This is what I miss, baby,” I whisper and nuzzle my head further into his neck.

  “Can you just come home with me?” I ask after what feels like an hour.

  He shakes his head and then slides over me. Vincent is covering my body like a duvet and I shiver from his body heat. “You smell so good,” he says as he kisses my lips.

  Our kiss turns passionate before I could blink and I dig my fingers into his neck to hold him closer. He chuckles and breaks our kiss a little bit more, “You can’t get closer, my lovely.”

  “Let’s try,” I prode and bruise his lips with mine.

  Our tongues dual and I start to take off his shirt. Once it’s thrown, I take a look at his body. He’s gotten more muscles over this year and I feel so self-conscious about my body.

  Vincent

  All doubts and nerves that I had before I got her in my arms have vanished. She’s so perfect and I just want to kidnap her and keep her with me. Just outside of the jail. I fucking hate this place but I’m not going to draw attention to it as I hold her.

  I feel her tense up and I break our kiss. I notice that she tenses up when I place my hand on her stomach. “What’s the matter?” I whisper but I know that she’s having a problem with the fact that she put a little weight on.

  “Uh, nothing. Can we turn off the light?”

  “Fuck no!” I scream before I even realize I had done it and she flinches. “There is no way in hell that I’m ever making love to you in the dark. You can get that out of your mind. I haven’t seen you in a year!”

  Savannah closes her eyes and looks as if she is about to cry. “What if you don’t think I’m pretty anymore?”

  I wiggle my way in between her thighs and thrust my dick up. A feeling of satisfaction takes over when I hear her gasp then moan. I’m harder than fucking cement and I feel as if I’m about to blow. “Are you kidding me? Baby, you are beautiful and will always be to me. I don’t give a fuck if you put on some weight or lose it. I just want you to be happy. Your happiness means more to me than anything.”

  My lips kiss hers and I don’t wait for her to say anything. Words are not for now and now, I need to make love to my wife.

  Instead of having her do it, I wrapped her legs around my thighs and felt her wet cleft even through both of our pants. It’s strange being in here about to make love to her while I’m in prison. It’s almost as if everyone knows I’m getting laid but I don’t fucking care.

  I kissed down her neck and sucked on the pressure point there. With my teeth, I bit her and she gasped. “Mmm, baby. That feels so good,” she whined and bucked her hips up.

  “This can go one of two different ways. One: we just fuck and then take our time later. Two: we take our time and get to know each other. Which one do you want? Think quickly because I’m about to fucking blow.”

  Real romantic, huh? I know. I’m an Italian lover.

  “Fuck now and take time later. As long as you can recover in time.”

  “Oh, baby, you’re so cute. Trust me when I say, your pussy is going to be throbbing from being full of me by the end of this night.”

  Her eyes squeeze shut as she hears my dirty talk. “Okay.”

  I adjusted my body so I can still be resting on top of her and pushed the cotton prison pants down. Part of me is fucking annoyed that I didn’t get the time to take care of my body hair. I’m hoping she doesn’t care too much.

  Savannah wraps her little warm hand around my shaft and pumps it a few times. My face is floating above her and she’s looking at me with those vixen eyes that made me fall in love with her at the bar. “Does that feel good?”

  I grunt my approval and unbutton her pants. I stick my thumbs into the waistband of them and rip them off of her body. Once they are past her thighs, I move and she loses her hold on my dick.
We both groan at the loss but I need her out of these pants.

  While taking them down her legs, I follow the path of the pants. Every inch of bare skin I see, I kiss, lick or suck. She still tastes delicious and I can’t wait to eat her out.

  I look up into the apex of her thighs and am met with the juiciest and ripest pussy I have ever seen. Savannah’s so wet that it’s dripping past her lips and coating her inner thighs. “Holy fuck, baby doll.” I can feel the heat radiate off of her body and it’s making me weep with want.

  Prison has made me cruder in my thinking and words.

  “Huh?” She whispers and looks at me through her thick eyelashes.

  “It’s just… oh fuck. I have missed this.”

  She giggles and runs her fingers through my hair as I hover over her. Her fingers tangle in my long hair and she lovingly brushes through it. As I look at her, I see nothing but love on her face. I grab the hand that’s resting on her stomach and bring it to my mouth. I kiss her fourth finger above her wedding set. “You have no idea how much I missed you. All of the other shit, I could do without. I missed being able to be close to you like this. All spread out and full of love for me. Baby doll, I’m so sorry that we are going through this. I love you so much.”