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Crash Into Me-Chapter 5

Avon Calling

1968

Gemma opened the perfume and sprayed a little on her wrist. She lifted her wrist to her nose and inhaled the scent.

"This smells really good Sherry." She said taking another sniff.

"I'm glad you like it Gemma." Sherry smiled at Gemma as she handed her a receipt for the Avon she ordered.

Sherry has been an Avon lady for about a year and she was making good money. She had taken a chance and went knocking on doors in the white neighborhoods. Many of the women were not happy about a colored Avon lady knocking on their door but there were a handful of women that did not mind and that included Gemma Teller. Gemma was one of Sherry's best customers and she brought quite a few customers to Sherry. Sherry could use all the help she could get. She was making more money selling cosmetics than her friends who were cleaning houses.

The front door opened at Gemma's husband and a few of his friends spilled into the living room where Gemma and Sherry were sitting. Sherry eyes searched for the handsome blonde she had developed a crush on from afar. He was easy to find among the men as he was built like a truck. He definitely knew his way around a gym. He looked like he worked out every day.

Lenny Janowitz locked eyes with Sherry and offered a winning smile her way. Sherry nervously averted her eyes. The few times Sherry was in this man's presence she felt like her heart was skipping a beat.

"How are you doing Sherry?" Lenny asked his eyes never leaving her face. Sherry forced herself to look in his direction.

"I'm good Lenny…you?"

"I'm better now." He told her giving her his best seductive grin. Sherry could not help but to smile back. Lenny was definitely a playboy and she could tell he earned his nickname "The Pimp". Gemma smiled as she watched the exchange between Sherry and Lenny. It was so obvious they liked each other. Gemma knew what type of man Lenny was when it came to women and she did not want that for Sherry. Gemma had really grown fond of Sherry and Lenny would break her heart in little pieces. She would not want any woman she knew to hook up with Lenny.

"I don't think it is possible Sherry to make my wife more beautiful." John Teller teased Sherry as he leaned over and kissed Gemma.

"I agree but she keeps buying more and more stuff." Sherry laughed.

Gemma put her hand out to John for money.

"How much is it this time Sherry?" he asked pulling out a wad of cash.

"7.50 today."

John playful grimaced as he counted out eight dollars.

"Keep the change dear." He told her handing her the money.

"Thanks John."

Sherry got up to leave.

"Leaving so soon?" Lenny asked raising his eyebrow at Sherry.

Sherry swallowed before she answered.

"Yes, I have more deliveries to make before it gets too dark."

"You be careful out there beautiful." He told her as he followed behind her to the door.

Sherry felt heat creep up the back of her neck as she felt Lenny's gaze on her backside. They both reached for the doorknob at the same time and their hands briefly touched. Sherry pulled her hand away quickly. She looked up at him to read his expression. She hoped she didn't offend him by pulling her hand away, it was just a reflex. He was grinning from ear to ear still.

"Can I walk you out?" he asked as he opened the door.

"Sure."

Lenny walked Sherry to her car and asked if he could see her again. Sherry was taken back a little as she did not expect him to ask her out.

"Sure." She told him.

Lenny leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. His long hair brushed against her cheek and caused Sherry to become weak in her knees.

Lenny told Sherry he would pick her up tomorrow at seven in the evening to take her out. She started to give him her address but he told her he already knew it. Lenny helped Sherry in her car and planted another kiss on her cheek and watch her drive away. He smiled to himself as he watch her drive away. He knew he would never hear the end of it with the guys but he really liked her. She was absolutely stunning and had a good head on her shoulders unlike quite a few of the women that hung around the Sons. He wanted something different and Sherry was an excellent candidate. He wondered if she actually tastes like her chocolate complexion skin. He could not wait to find out.

Just as Brea finally fell into a restless sleep her phone rung. She rolled over and looked at the caller ID. It was Jax. As she contemplated whether she should answer the phone it stopped ringing. Brea sighed with a little relief, as now it would not appear as if she was desperate to answer his call so late at night again.

Jax slammed the prepaid shut and looked at Brea's darken apartment. He figured she would be asleep and he could imagine how livid she was at him. He needed to talk to her. Jax took off his helmet, riding gloves and headed to her door.

Brea stared at the ceiling as she fumed about Jax. Who did he think he was calling her so late? Did she smell of desperation that she would accept his call after being stood up by him? Brea pulled the covers over her head and tried to go back to sleep. A few seconds later Brea threw the covers off of her and sat up. There was a pounding at her door. Brea heart started to pound as her mind race trying to think who would be at her door. It surely could not be Jax. Brea quietly ran to her door to look through the peep hole. Not to give herself away and turn on the porch light she squinted to make out the figure standing at her door. The moonlight and street lights illuminated enough to where Brea could make out that it was indeed Jax standing at her door. Brea gasped as she jumped back from the door. Oh God! What was she going to do? She was in her pajamas and her hair was wrapped up in a scarf. She probably looked like Aunt Jemima. Jax knocked again a little harder. Brea started to panic. He was going to wake the whole neighborhood. She was going to have to answer the door. As she came to that conclusion she knew it was just her being weak. She knew she did not have to answer the door. Brea cut on the hall light and ran to her hall mirror. She pulled her scarf off her head and shook out her wrap. Jax started to pound on the door.

"Coming!" she yelled at the door as she combed her fingers through her hair and eyed her pink pajama pant set. She did not look too bad…hell it was after midnight. What would he expect?

Brea swung the door opened and glared at Jax. Yep she was pissed Jax thought.

"I'm so sorry." Jax started. Brea leaned over and grabbed his hand to pull him in her apartment.

"Get in here before you wake the dead pounding on my door like that!" she hissed at him. Brea had to be careful not to let her anger take over and slam her front door. She quietly shut her door and turned around to look at Jax. She tried not to show the happiness that was breaking down the tough exterior she tried hard to hold up.

"Brea I am so sorry. Something came up with the club and it took longer than expected."

"Why are you here Jax?" Brea crossed her arms and tried to look stern.

"I wanted to see you…I had to see you." He told her as he walked up to her. Brea stepped back to try keep ample space between them.

"It's really late Jax and I don't want to wake up Mya."

Jax's lips curled into a smile as he thought of little Mya. Brea quickly looked in another direction as she knew his smile was her kryptonite.

"Brea please don't be mad at me…..do you want me to leave?" Jax asked with a hurt expression across his face. Before Brea realized what she was doing she had shook her head no. Even though she was pissed at him she did not want him to leave. Jax walked closer to Brea to close the gap between them. Just inches from each other Brea found her fingers tracing the label on his cut that said 'President'. Jax grabbed her hand and pulled her fingers to his lips. Brea felt as if a brush fire had just coursed through her body. How can this man make her feel this way with just a kiss to her fingers?

"Have you eaten?" Brea asked trying to control her breathing. Jax shook his head no. Brea pulled her hand away from his lips and told him to sit down as she would reheat the food she had cooked for him earlier. Jax took off his cut and hung it on the chair and sat in the same spot he sat in last time.

"How is Mya? Is she upset with me?"

"She was a little sad that you did not come but she will be fine," Brea told him as she pulled out the leftovers. "I will tell her you came by."

While Brea busied herself in the kitchen Jax told her about his crazy day. He left out a few key details but he was able to tell her a little about what happen earlier.

"Wow you did have a busy day today," Brea sat his plate in front of him. "I brought a six pack of Miller Lite. Is that ok?"

"That's perfect Brea…..thank you." Jax cut into his steak and popped a piece in his mouth. Brea took a bottle of beer out the fridge, opened it and sat it beside Jax. Brea finally sat at the table to watch Jax eat. Jax looked up at Brea and admired how beautiful her dark skinned look in her pink pajamas. Brea started to squirm a little under Jax intense gaze.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

"Just a little…" her voice trailed off as she watch Jax lick his lips. God help her. She could only imagine the expression that displayed on her face. Brea quickly changed the subject to Mya and her progress in preschool. As Jax finished his food he talked of his son Abel.

"I think him and Mya would get along great." He told her as he scraped the last bit of food off his plate.

Brea got up to put his plate in the sink. She sat back down and Jax asked if it was ok if he smoked. She said it was alright and watched him as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Brea the food was delicious. Thank you so much," Jax took a long drag of his cigarette. "The way you cook I am surprised you are not married."

Brea shrugged her shoulders.

"I've been too busy with school and raising Mya to even think about dating or marriage."

Jax could not believe that someone had not snatched her up yet.

Out of the corner of her eye Brea noticed the sky light up with lightning. The following sound of thunder caused Brea to jump a little in her seat. Within seconds the sound of rain filled the kitchen. Jax got up and grabbed his cut.

"Where are you going?" Brea asked standing up as well.

"I took too much of your time."

Brea shook her head.

"It is raining cats and dogs out there you can't ride in that."

Jax walked up to Brea and wrapped his arms around her waist. Jax looked down in her warm, big brown eyes and he suddenly could not breathe. She was so exquisite and different from any woman he has met before.

"I have ridden in much worse, beautiful. I will be alright."

Brea did not want him to go. Jax sensed her hesitation in his departure.

"You want me to stay?" he whispered as his lips moved closer to hers. Just as she began to answer Jax lips found hers. Jax could feel the instant heat as their lips touched. He searched her warm, sweet mouth with his. Brea went limp as she savored Jax cologne, his touch and his soft lips. Jax pressed against Brea's thick body , kissing her deeper and savored every inch of her mouth. Brea let out a soft moan as Jax felt her fingers running through his hair. Jax became hard as he pressed harder against her and continued to explore her mouth even deeper.

"Stay…" she whispered as Jax ran his fingers through her hair. Jax leaned over and kissed her again and found himself nipping at her bottom lip.

"I'll stay." He whispered between soft kisses on her lips. Brea smiled against his lips.

Brea went to her hall closet and pulled out a comforter and pillow for Jax. Jax was sitting on the couch pulling off his white sneakers and Brea told herself that she could get use to him making himself at home in her little apartment. She secretly wanted him in her bed but she did not want him to think she was cheap and loose. As she handed him the pillow and comforter she was caught off guard again by the sound of thunder.

"Have you always been scared of thunder?" he asked as he sat the pillow and comforter beside him on the couch.

"It just keeps catching me off guard is all."

"Do we need to sing the Ted thunder song?"

Brea busted out laughing.

"Oh My God! I love that movie!"

Jax found himself smiling again as her laugh was so infectious and beautiful.

"I think I have it at the house. Maybe I can bring it by and we can watch it." He told her taking her hand again.

"I have the DVD." She told him as he pulled her down to sit next to him. Brea sat back on the sofa and flew her legs on his lap. Jax looked in Brea eyes as he rubbed her legs up and down . His expert hands felt so good on her legs as he massaged her calf all the way up to her thighs. Brea looked at the bright lightning through the window and braced herself for the loud thunder. It did not disappoint. Sensing her frustration with the thunder Jax leaned over and kissed Brea lightly on the lips.

"Can you lay with me tonight?" she asked completely shocked at what just came out her mouth.

Jax pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear he would be delighted to lay down with her. Brea got up, took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Once she entered her bedroom, she turned around to look at Jax. He stood there patiently waiting for her directions. He was so handsome. Brea quietly shut her bedroom door. As she turned around to face Jax, he grabbed her and planted a intense, knee buckling kiss on her lips. Brea let out a quiet moan. There was no turning back now.