Thanks for the reviews! Who's ready for some more Juicy scenes tonight? I know I am. I'll probably be having a heart attack lol Juice is gonna be the death of me. As always, big thanks to my beta and friend Kupkakes. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Savannah, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 13

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Savannah was heading into the back to find some more napkins. They weren't that busy at the moment, but they were running low. What she wasn't expecting, was to be pulled into the broom closet and pushed against the door as it shut.

"What the . . . Juice?" She said surprised, the confusion clear in her voice as she looked to see that it was him.

It'd been a couple of days since their last run in like this. Finals were coming up, and she needed to focus on those instead of figuring out what this meant with Juice. Apparently, he didn't agree. "You've been avoiding me." He said , his voice low as he hovered over her. His hands seemed to make his intentions clear enough.

She could feel one of them playing with the hem of her skirt while the other was twisting one of her loose brown curls around his finger. They'd both been busy all morning, she was lucky to avoid him this long. "Finals are this week. I go home next week. There's no point in . . ." She was cut off when he pressed his mouth against hers.

The familiar spark exploded as their lips moved against the others. Her eyes fluttered closed as her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging on the short black locks as she opened her mouth. Their tongues danced together as the kiss grew deeper. The hand that had been on her thigh, was now squeezing the flesh as he pulled her against him.

"Juice," She started to say in between kisses, knowing this was a bad idea.

He shook his head, silencing her as he kissed her. He didn't want to talk about the fact she'd be going home in a week. He wanted to focus on right here, right now. He wanted to focus on kissing the spot in between her neck and her shoulder that made her make that sound. He was definitely going to focus on the fact she was letting him run his hands up her skirt.

Curiosity got the best of him, wondering how far she'd let him go this time. Kissing her neck, he slipped his hand further up her thigh. A groan rumbled in his chest when he realized she was her ass was bare. No way would she come to work commando. That meant . . . a thong. "Fuckin' hell, Savvy." He groaned into her neck.

If he wasn't hard before, he definitely was now.

Lifting her up, her legs wrapped around him as he pressed her against the door. Their lips were locked as his hand palmed her ass cheek. He couldn't rush this, even if they did only have a few minutes. He knew nothing beyond feeling her up would happen here, but he was going to get as far as she'd let him.

His wandering hand found it's way around to her front, moving in between their bodies as he slipped his fingers into the little piece of fabric. Pulling his face back, he wanted to see her reaction. He could feel how wet she was for him already and couldn't help but grin.

"You been thinking about this?" He whispered into her ear nipping at her earlobe, then sucking at the place just underneath it. He could smell her body wash, it just screamed intimacy, being that close.

Savannah gasped in reply as he slipped two fingers inside of her, his thumb brushing against her clit. Her little hands were gripping his biceps, her bottom lip held between her teeth in an effort to keep herself quiet. It wasn't working. He could hear little whimpers escape as he pressed down on the sensitive little button, pumping his fingers to try and feel out her g spot.

And there it was. Her eyes fluttered close the second his knuckles bumped against it. "J-Juice . . . Stop. Not . . . Not . . . Ohmygod!" She dug her nails into his tan skin, sure to leave little crescent shaped marks behind.

"Feels good?" Juice teased, wishing like hell they were anywhere but in a closest. God, he could smell how turned on she was. The muskiness . . . he could do something he'd been to if they were anywhere else.

"Y-y-yes . . . Oh!" This time her gasp wasn't from pleasure. It was from the door suddenly opening up behind her back almost sending both of them tumbling out.

Savannah's face turned blood red the instant she spotted Mr. P scowling at them, not the least bit embarrassed at what he'd walked in on. "I should get back to work." She stuttered out pushing him away, trying to fix herself at the same time.

"That's a good idea." Mr. P nodded, his eyes on Juice in a way that had him squirming. "Juan?"

"Yeah umm . . . I'm gonna . . . yeah." Juice avoided looking the older man in the eyes, squeezing past him quickly.

Juice didn't know what to do. He suddenly wished his break was over and he could avoid Mr. P at all costs until he could leave. He couldn't believe the old guy had caught them. This had to be a nightmare. A really bad dream. Mr. P didn't need to know about anything sexual. Maybe he thought they were just innocently hugging.

Sitting at the counter, he couldn't sit still. His nerves were getting the best of him. He found himself drumming his fingers against the counter, his eyes scanning the diner every few seconds. He would be horrible at poker, he figured. He was too fidgety.

When he felt a hand touch his shoulder, he nearly fell off his stool. Yeah, he would definitely suck at poker.

Looking over, he saw Mr. P slip onto the stool beside him. He looked good for his old age, Juice noticed. He'd seen some old pictures of the old couple and they were both lookers way back when. Clearing his throat, this was not the stuff to think about right now. "I believe it's time you and I had a talk, son." Mr. P spoke up, breaking the silence.

Juice winced at the mention of 'son'. It was a sore subject with him, one he knew Mr. P didn't know about. No one did. Not even Mel. If this was 'the talk' he was thinking it was though, his health class in middle school already covered that. "Uh, I think I'm a little too old for the, um, you know, the sex talk, Mr. P." He said lowly, his eyes shifting around to make sure no one else heard him.

What threw him off was the fact the old man was laughing at him now. He hadn't meant for that to come off as a joke. It really, really, was too late for it. The old man seemed to find some humor in this though. "No, no, nothing like that, Juan." He chuckled, clearing his throat before he grew serious. "Women, son, are complicated. You'll meet dozens, and some will come and go before you even know it. There will be one or two that stick around though. Those ones, the good ones, are the ones that you have to watch out for." He started to explain.

Juice listened to the old man, curious to see where he was going with this. Then again, apart of him still wanted nothing more than to bolt. Rubbing his hands against his jeans, he waited for Mr. P to keep going.

"A woman, is like . . . is like a car, Juan. You have to be careful of how you treat it. If you use it too much or don't take good care of her, she'll be gone. Women like that lady friend of yours that drops you off-don't give me that look. I might be old, but I have eyes, son." He cut him off before he could even open his mouth.

"Those kind of cars, they might be pretty and run pretty good for a while, but they aren't meant to last. Now cars like my Maria and Miss Savannah, they're special. They might have rough exteriors, but they'll run for a long time if you treat them right." He went on to explain. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" He asked seriously.

Juice wasn't sure if he had a confused expression on his face or what, but Mr. P knew he wasn't getting it. It should all make sense, but something wasn't clicking in his head. "Women like my Maria and Savannah, Juan, you take them out on dates. Make them feel special. They deserve respect, not the disrespect of what I'm sure I interrupted." He explained more simpler.

"It wasn't what you-"

Mr. P shook his head, silencing Juice before he finished that sentence. "I was your age once before, Juan Carlos. I've been married half my life. I know exactly what you were doing and you're lucky my wife wasn't the one to catch you. She would have beat your behind with her broom into next month." He said, making it clear that things could have been a lot worse.

Chuckling weakly, Juice nodded, knowing the old man was right. If Mrs. P had walked in on them, there would have been a lot more yelling in Spanish and him getting whacked.

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Savannah was bussing one of the tables since Juice was still on break. She'd seen him talking to Mr. P a few minutes ago. She still couldn't believe the old man had caught them in the closet. Talk about embarrassing, there was nothing worse than a 60 year old man walking in on you mid orgasm. Hearing the purr of an engine out front, Savannah raised her head to see a familiar red Mazda pull up.

She wasn't sure what she was hoping to come out of that car, but it sure as hell wasn't what ended up coming out. It was the mystery woman she'd seen before. She'd picked Juice up when his car got jumped. It was his aunt or something, so why shouldn't she come visit him at work? Shaking her head, she went back to work.

Mel came inside, lowering her Dolce sunglasses as she scanned the room for a certain Puerto Rican she loved to spend time with. After a minute of looking, she realized he wasn't out on the floor. She knew he was here though, he was always here. Looking again, she noticed a familiar brunette. She'd seen her with Juice when she picked him up.

Savannah was trying to keep her head down, not wanting to draw the woman's attention. Just because she knew who the lady was, didn't mean she wanted to talk to her. Unfortunately, luck didn't seem to be on her side. "Doll, think you could help me with something? I'm looking for Juice?" The older woman asked in a shockingly girly tone.

Savannah wasn't sure what the feeling twisting up inside of her was. It couldn't be jealousy, she was not jealous. This woman was his aunt for god sakes. That was just wrong! After what she and Juice had been doing in the supply closet though, she didn't like the idea of any other woman asking for him.

"Um, I think he just went into the back to clock back in. He'll be back in a few. You're welcome to sit and wait for him though." She said as politely as she could.

The last thing she wanted to do was be rude to Juice's aunt. This lady, whoever the hell she was, looked disappointed that Juice couldn't come see her right away, but she forced a smile and nodded before going to find a seat at the counter. Savannah watched her for a moment, nothing screamed Juice in this woman from what she could see. The only thing they had in common was their tans. "I wish Juan would ditch that puta sucia. She's no good for him." Mrs. P spoke up as she popped up beside her.

The brunette was certainly confused. She didn't have a clue as to who this woman was, or how she knew Juice besides the fact she was his aunt. Mrs. P obviously didn't approve of her, and the way she spoke of her and Juice, she had a sick feeling she wasn't his aunt or mother like she'd originally thought.

"I thought she was his aunt or something?" She asked slowly, a churning in her stomach.

Mrs. P looked like she wanted to laugh. Glancing over, Savannah took the chance to look this woman over again. She looked nothing like Juice, but that didn't rule out aunt. She could have been married in. Juice could have had uncles she didn't know about. "With the way that woman fawns over him, not likely. She takes advantage of his situation. You'll see." Mrs. P explained, having a bitter look on her face before she went behind the counter and into the back.

Savannah hardly thought Juice was a victim if this woman was 'special friend', but she still was curious about his 'situation'. Wiping down the counter, she pretended not to notice Juice coming out to talk to the redhead. Mrs. P was right, she was definitely not related to him. The way she was touching his arm, stroking his cheek, even how she was smiling at him, her eyes wide with an adoration; it was all sure signs that they were sleeping together.

A pang of hurt hit her. He was sleeping with her, even after whatever's been going on with them. Granted, she didn't know what it was going on between them, but it was still something. As if feeling her stare, Juice looked over his shoulder at her. She immediately dropped her head. She knew she was caught, but she could at least pretend she wasn't. This was why she didn't want anything serious, it was too much trouble.

From her peripheral, she could see the woman leaning closer, her hand snaking down Juice's back to brush across his ass. Definitely not his aunt. She chanced one last look, glancing just in time to see Juice lean down and kiss the redhead, tongue obvious in how their mouths moved. She was going to be sick. So sick.

"It's Savannah, right?"

Looking up, she saw a guy, not much older than her, standing across from her. She'd seen him before. He was in her history class, they'd partnered up before. She'd never forget those baby blue eyes anywhere. "Uh, yeah. Ryder, right?" He nodded, his grin lifting up in the right corner. "What can I do for you? You want to order something?" She asked, looking for her little notepad.

Shaking his head, he reached over and touched her arm to get her attention back. Looking up, Savannah paused in her search to see what he wanted. "Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to go out. Movie and all that. I wanted to ask you before, but I couldn't, you know, get the words out quick enough." He chuckled. He looked hopeful, wishing she'd agree to go out with him.

Savannah wasn't really convinced, this guy needed to work on his opening. She was about to turn him down before she heard laughter. Glancing over, she saw the woman leaning over and giving Juice another kiss, squeezing his hand, before turning to leave. Clenching her fists, Savannah felt anger flow through her veins before she turned back to Ryder.

"Sure, I'd love to go out with you, Ryder. I'll see you Wednesday?" She asked, plastering a fake smile as he lit up and nodded.

She was expecting for him to run off now, but he took her by surprise by leaning over and pecking her lips with his. Her eyes widened in shock, but he was gone before she could fathom what had happened. Watching him leave, she realized Juice had caught the end of that, and he wasn't happy. Good. If he could sleep around, she could too. It wasn't like they were official.

Giving him a look, she matched his stare before Mr. P rang the bell from the kitchen. Someone's order was ready, and it was time to get back to work. With one last look to Juice, she cleared her throat and went to grab the plates of food.