27. Jason
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L ook, I love my girl’s pussy spread out in front of me, I do. In any other given situation, I'd take full advantage and feast.
But this is the first time in my life when a girl has her legs up, pussy bare, and I’m anything but turned on.
I’m fucking raging.
I’m livid.
I’m ready to deck this guy with one of the moves Hunter once taught me.
Gynecologist or not. Anyone this close to my girl’s pussy but me isn’t welcome.
Julie’s sitting in a chair, her legs resting on these things to keep them wide and her panties on the chair beside her. Discomfort coils through my body, and I keep checking her face to see if she feels the same.
I’m sitting beside her, my hand holding hers, because I figured she doesn’t want me to glance over the doc’s shoulders. The smell of antiseptic lingers in my nose.
When I walked in here, my stomach was roaring for food, but in the last five minutes, I completely lost my appetite with worry for her.
The doctor pulls his gloves over his fingers, stretching the rubber to make sure they are fully in, then takes the stool between her legs. His chubby face is focused on her center, a gray hair flopping in front of his head.
I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.
He holds up an iron…tong?
“What the fuck is that?” I blurt, horror in my tone.
“It’s a speculum,” he explains, as if that’s an answer to my question. “We use it to keep the cervix open.”
I mean, yeah, makes sense. Still don’t like it, though.
“It’s a torture device, that’s what it is,” I mumble. “Is that gonna hurt?”
“Just a little.”
Just a little? It’s basically a yes or no question.
I huff, reminding myself of the fact he doesn’t have a pussy. “And how would you know? Have you ever had it shoved up your ass?”
Julie’s eyes widen. “Jason! Breathe. It’s okay.”
“He’s about to shove that iron shit inside you,” I whisper with indignation.
“I know.” There’s a little amusement in the corner of her mouth, and I lean in even closer.
“If it hurts, you tell me and I’ll make it hurt for him, yeah?”
My pulse has a nervous pace, not helping at all. Feral feelings of possessiveness flare up, but I’m also determined to be there for her.
Never in a million years would I have ever expected to be here. But she asked. Well, she didn’t ask. I offered. And considering the bastard sitting between her legs right now, I’m not regretting that.
She needed me, and I sure as fuck won’t say no to that. I should’ve prepared myself a little more mentally, but I’m not gonna make her regret asking me.
I take deliberate breaths through my nose, grinding my teeth as I watch the doctor’s every move.
She chuckles and cups my cheek in her hand, gluing our foreheads together. “Caveman. Relax.”
“It’s kinda hard when some guy is about to put that thing into your pussy.”
“Jason.” She smiles. “Stop.”
“Okay, okay.” I press a kiss to her lips, hoping the warmth of her mouth calms me down.
“Just hold my hand.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” Our foreheads stay linked together, and when the doc pushes in the speculum , she whimpers a little.
Normally, that would be my cue. I’m ready to send pussy doc over there a death glare, but she firmly holds on to my neck. Next, he announces he will bring in a small camera to examine the opening.
I can think of many more fun ways to use a camera, but okay.
I stare into her deep brown eyes, dilating as the seconds pass.
“This is the inside of your cervix,” finally the doc speaks, and I try to twist my neck at the screen on the wall.
“Don’t watch,” Julie demands.
“It’s okay.”
“No, just look at me.”
“Baby,” I coo.
“No, there’s nothing sexy about this, and I still need you to want my pussy after this.”
I smile against her lips, breathing in the faint smell of the peaches she ate this morning. Is she for real?
“Baby, there’s nothing that could ever happen that would make me stop wanting your pussy,” I confess above a breath. “I’m hooked.”
That gets me to laugh, but she also gives me a stern eye. “You’re a straight guy. You’re hooked to pussy in general.”
You’d think that, wouldn’t you? And trust me, I wish that was the case. It would have made my life a lot easier. But the celibate streak I’ve been on for the past couple of months begs to differ.
“Baby, look at me.” And she does. “I haven’t slept with anyone else since I had a taste of you.”
“Well, yeah, I sure as fuck hope so, or we’ll have a serious problem.”
My grin expands, realizing she thinks I’m talking about since we’ve both been in LA.
“No, baby. I mean since the first time we hooked up back home.”
Her lashes fly up, her lips parting. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
After I went home the last time, and it ended with her in my bed, finally , there was no appeal in other girls. I tried, especially right after we left things worse than any other fight we had. I kissed girls, tried to get myself to the point of leaving with them, but I never did.
I never could.
No matter how angry I was at her, from that first taste, the first time I got to lay her down, there was no one else for me.
Because every single time, Julie’s gorgeous face flashed in front of my eyes, taunting me, and reminding me there’s only one girl I want.
Something lingers between us, blurring out everything else. A realization. An understanding. A silent confession from my side that she’s it, and she replies by fusing our lips. It’s electrifying, sensed all the way to my toes, and my free hand dives into her hair to pull her even closer.
A throat clearing snaps us out of our little bubble.
“It all looks good,” the doctor says. “I don’t see any damage anymore.”
I frown. “Damage? Why would there be damage?”
I don’t miss how the doctor meets Julie’s eyes, then throws me a reassuring smile. “It’s just a standard procedure.”
Weird.
“Have you been active since?”
I arch an eyebrow. “What do you think, doc?”
“Okay, I’m gonna slice a small bit out. This might sting a little.”
“A slice?” My voice is laced with worry, and Julie squeezes my hand.
“Hold still, please.”
“Jason.” Jules pulls my attention back, and I press my forehead against hers.
“I’m sorry. I’m here. I got you, baby.”
Her eyes are shut, shaky breaths fanning my face as if she’s preparing herself for pain.
I really don’t like this.
A whimper is audible in the back of her throat. I swallow my discomfort away.
Just be there for her, Jason.
“All done,” the doctor says half a minute later.
I look up. “That’s it? You did great, baby.”
The doctor cleans up all his tools, sealing the sample in one of those glass dishes while I help Julie off the torture chair and she gets dressed again.
When he’s done, the doc turns around. “Miss Bradford, would you mind staying in for some questions? Sir, if you could wait outside? Patient privacy and all.”
My eyebrows move to my hairline, not appreciating being kicked out. I glance at Julie. Her gaze is a little wary, the edges around her eyes crinkled a little.
“I can stay if you want me to.”
I will tell that doc to shove his patient privacy where the sun won’t shine. If he’s lucky, I’ll even shove that speculum right along with it, but if she wants me to stay, I’m not going anywhere.
For a second, there’s doubt in her eyes, but then she takes a deep breath and smiles. “It’s okay. I’ll be right out.”
My chest tightens, an uneasy feeling rolling down my shoulders.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, baby. It’s okay.” She gives me a reassuring kiss, and I give the doctor a death glare meant to be a warning before I reluctantly step into the hall.
What is that all about ?
Outside, I scan the hallway, nurses and doctors stomping down the linoleum. The seat in front of the door is empty, and I lower myself inside of it. My foot bounces up and down, ready for Julie to walk out and relax.
What did he mean, no damage anymore? Was that what she was talking about? Is the damage potential…cancer?
My stomach churns, my throat dry.
The thought of her being sick makes me want to haul something through the air, but I quickly focus on my breath to calm my discomfort.
These are just checkups. It doesn’t mean a thing.
But still, something feels off.
Two minutes later, Julie walks out, and I jump up.
“Are you okay?”
Her eyes are laced with fatigue, tugging on my heart, but a small smile spreads onto her lips. “I’m fine, really.”
I rub her arms. “What did he want to ask?”
Her features twist for the smallest second, and I frown, but it’s gone before I can say anything. “Nothing special.”
“Jules?”
She kisses me, which I’m sure is a way to distract me, but I disconnect our lips, forcing her to look at me.
“It’s nothing, really,” she reassures me. “He just wanted to know if he could transfer the results to my doctor in North Carolina.”
Oh, that makes sense. “Really?”
She wraps her arms around my back, melting our bodies together. “Really, baby. They will call me in two weeks with the results.”
“You’re gonna be fine,” I tell her, then tuck her underneath my arms before we make our way out of the hospital.
“I know,” she says, peering up at me with her pretty brown eyes.
But as we drive back home, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something I’m missing.