17. Ava
Chapter 17
Ava
“What is this place?” I stare out of the window at the modern glass-fronted building. There were signs for oncology and maternity as we drove into the grounds.
“It’s a private medical facility.”
He gets out of the car and comes around to open my door.
“What are we doing here?”
I step out and he closes my door, his aftershave washing over me as he leans closer and places his hand on my lower back, steering me toward the main entrance.
“You need to trust me, Ava.”
“What are you talking about?”
He leads us into a waiting area that looks more like a luxury hotel than a medical practice.
“Jet Grant,” he says to the receptionist. “I usually see Doctor Kingston, but I’ll see whoever you have available since I don’t have an appointment. ”
“No problem, Mr. Grant,” she replies with a smile as though she’s used to people walking in and demanding to be seen straight away. “What’s the nature of your visit, so that I can place you with the right specialist?”
“Sexual health screening,” he replies, his fingers flexing against my lower spine. “I want to be tested for everything.”
I glare at him. “What are you doing?”
“What’s necessary,” he clips, thanking the receptionist.
I sink into a plush white sofa beside Jet in the waiting area.
“I can’t believe you,” I whisper.
“It won’t take long.” He checks his watch and then pulls his phone out of his suit pocket and starts tapping away on it.
I put my hand over the screen, earning myself a dark arched brow. “Are you serious right now?”
“Deadly.” His blue eyes fix on mine.
“I don’t have anything.” I seethe. “But if it makes you feel better, then by all means, get a stick shoved up your dick to tell you that. It’ll match the one up your ass.”
I yank my hand back, enraged. Does he think I make a habit of sleeping around without protection? Getting fucked on kitchen tables in the middle of the night?
He slides his phone into his pocket and rises from his seat. He walks back over to the reception desk and then turns and points me out to the receptionist.
“Make sure my results go to Miss Roberts, please. ”
The receptionist nods, smiling at me, and he walks back over, sitting calmly. He pulls his phone back out and begins tapping again.
“Why do I want them?”
A muscle in his jaw ticks, and he sighs and pockets his phone once more. “We’re here to reassure you , Ava.”
“Reassure me of what?”
“That you’re safe. I don’t make a habit of not using a condom. But last night was…” He purses his lips, his eyes pinching at the corners. “… unexpected.”
“You’re getting tested to reassure me?”
“Why else?” He frowns. “I know I don’t have anything.”
“So it’s not because you think I gave you something?”
His eyes snap to mine. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No!” I hiss. “I’ve never had a guy”—I glance around the waiting room—“ come inside me before.”
“Never?” Jet arches that brow of his again and I want to rip it off his face.
“Never.”
“Hm.” The corners of his lips lift into the closest thing resembling a smile I’ve ever seen on him. “What about in your mouth?”
I shift in my seat. “Maybe a couple of times.”
His lips flatten into a grimace.
“Oh, come on.” I scoff, sitting forward in my seat. “You can’t slut shame me for a couple of blow jobs. It was either spit it out or get it over my face. Liv said it stings like fuck if you get it in your eye.”
“You spat it out?”
“Yes.”
“Hm.”
I huff and sit back in the seat knowing I’m not going to get anything else out of the cold bastard. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes before I shoot to my feet.
“Ava?” he warns. “Where are you going?”
“Shut up,” I snap at him as I stride over to the reception desk.
“Ava Roberts.” I smile politely at the receptionist. “I’m with him.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder at Jet who’s watching with darkened eyes. “I’d also like a full sexual health screening, please. And you can give my results to Mr. Grant.”
I thank her and spin on my heels, taking my seat beside him again.
“Problem?” I ask, feeling his eyes on me.
“No.” His voice is a deep rumble as he rests his hands on his legs, close enough that his pinky almost brushes my thigh. “No problem.”
Rochwell is empty when we arrive back. Margaret hasn’t arrived yet, and Magnus is still at work.
“You need to pack,” Jet says as we walk in through the front door.
“Why? Where’s Callaghan?” I put my purse on the floor and reach down to take my heels off, enjoying the coolness of the flagstone beneath my bare soles.
“Thailand,” he clips before heading upstairs.
“Thailand?” I follow him as he walks into the guest bedroom and takes the envelope containing my test results out of his jacket pocket and drops it onto the bed.
“That’s what I said.”
He takes his jacket off and places it neatly on the bottom of the bed before removing his tie.
“Are you even going to open it?” I pick up the envelope and wave it in the air.
Jet’s fancy pants medical center got the results ready for us before we even left. I tore his open the second we got back into his car, expecting him to do the same.
“I didn’t ask you to get tested.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“But I did.” I push the envelope against his chest. He curls his hand over mine, holding it in place.
“The purpose of that visit was for you to trust me, Ava. Not the other way around.”
I glare at him. “In case you haven’t realized, getting tested isn’t a relaxing activity I’d choose to take part in daily. I did it, the least you can do is read it.”
“Fine.” He sighs as if I’m a misbehaving child that’s worn his patience out. “Read it to me.”
He lets go of my hand and pulls his shirt off his shoulders. I ignore the dark hair covering his broad chest and rip the envelope open, scanning through the results.
“All clear,” I announce, tossing the paper onto the bed.
“Feel better now?” His condescending tone makes me snap my eyes to him. He’s ridded himself of the rest of his clothes and is standing naked with his hands on his hips. His fingers are resting at the top of the deep V muscles on his lower abdomen.
“No, I feel…”
I can’t help focusing on his dick. It’s soft, but Jesus, that fit inside me?
“Go and pack,” he says, walking into his bathroom.
He’s turning the giant rainfall shower on as I stalk in behind him. My step falters as I eye his thick muscular thighs and firm ass .
“Why do you have to look like that?” I mutter in disgust.
He steps underneath the spray and groans, rolling his neck side to side with his eyes closed.
“You still staring?” he asks as he tips his head back and soaks his dark hair. He peels an eye open and looks at me. “Either go and pack or take off your clothes and get in.”
The blood in my veins heats. Whatever I do, it’ll look like I’m following his orders.
“Five… four…”
“What’s with the counting?” I demand as I unzip my skirt. My movements are jerky, fueled by anger that once again, Jet has control. I should have chosen the packing option.
I glance down at his hardening dick and my pussy throbs in response.
Or not.
He pushes the water through his hair, his biceps bulging. “If I get to one and your lips aren’t wrapped around my cock, then you’ll find out.”
“Asshole,” I snap.
“Three… two…”
I shove my skirt down and tear my blouse off over my head. Jet frowns as the water obscures his vision. He moves out from under the spray, his attention fixed on me in my cobalt blue lace bodysuit.
“You like it?” I reach around and unhook the top section. “You bought it when we were in New York. ”
“You paid for that with my money?” He leans against the tiles, running his hand around his jaw as he forgets to count.
“Yep. Check your card statement.”
His eyes flare with desire as I peel the lace down, freeing my breasts. I push it over my hips, stepping out of it as it hits the floor. “There’ll be an entry on it that says, ‘Ava won this one’.”
He lunges forward and grabs my wrist. “I don’t think so.” His eyes drop over my body, making me shiver. “I always win, Ava.” He pulls me under the water, his lips dusting my ear. “ One ,” he whispers.
I gasp as he pushes me to my knees.
He grabs the base of his cock and taps the head against my lips. I blink up at him. The water’s falling behind him, flowing down over his shoulders, the tiny droplets gleaming in the light. He looks like sin. And after last night, I know he tastes like it, too.
“Open.”
He rubs the crown across my lips, smearing pre-cum over them, then pulls my hair, jerking my head back.
“Open your mouth, Ava, so I can fuck your throat.”
I hold his eyes and part my lips. He pushes the fat head past them, sliding all the way in, making me gag.
“Fucking beautiful,” he rasps as his other hand slides into my hair.
My eyes water as he picks up his pace, fucking my mouth with deep, guttural groans. The sight of him has heat flooding my core, and I put my hand between my thighs to give myself some relief .
“You ready to swallow my cum again?”
I whimper around his dick.
“I knew you were a good girl beneath all that brattiness.” He strokes a tear from my cheek, his gaze softening.
I gurgle in defiance, but he picks up the pace again, his hips thrusting hard.
“Fuck!” he roars.
Fiery heat hits the back of my throat.
“Swallow it, Ava.” He fists my hair tighter. “You might have spat other guys’ out, but you’ll swallow every drop of mine like it’s your goddamn favorite taste in the world.”
I swallow the first load greedily, sucking in a breath through my nose. More spills into my mouth as Jet curses above me. I splutter and it spills from my lips along with my spit, spraying back down the base of his cock and onto his balls.
He keeps thrusting, groaning my name in a way that has butterflies taking flight in my stomach. I swallow again, and he slows his movements, before stopping completely. He gazes at me, stroking my lower lip as he takes his cock out of my mouth.
“You made a mess,” he tuts. “Clean it up.”
He watches me raptly as I stick out my tongue and run it over his balls and then up his dick, gathering up everything that I spat out. He strokes my hair the entire time, tipping his chin in satisfaction once I’m done.
“Good girl. ”
He pulls me to my feet, caging me in-between his arms and the tiles. His eyes rake over my face before he lowers his head and kisses me slowly, leisurely sliding his tongue over mine. It’s tender. A direct contrast to the lust-fueled urgency that he fucked my mouth with.
“You didn’t make the count,” he rasps.
“So?” I slide my hands up over his chest, threading my fingers into the hair.
“So, there are consequences, Ava.” He takes my face between his hands and kisses me deeply until my head spins.
If this is Jet’s idea of punishment, then I’m going to be a brat every single second I’m with him.
“Do your worst,” I whisper against his lips.
He growls and spins me. “Hands on the seat.”
I place my hands on the tiled ledge that acts as a seat inside the shower. It’s low and forces my ass up in the air. I don’t get time to brace before Jet’s palm lands on my wet skin.
“Jet!” I fly forward, my ass cheek throbbing.
“Straighten up,” he barks.
I fix my arms into place, wetness pooling between my thighs at the delicious burn lancing across my skin. I cry out as a shot of pleasure rolls through me when the second spank comes.
“Sounds like you’re enjoying this a little too much,” Jet clips, planting his large palms over my ass cheeks and kneading them both gently. “Such a fucking brat. ”
I don’t have time to reply before his cock is pushing into me.
“Jesus, Ava. The way you squeeze me,” he hisses as he bottoms out, before retreating and slamming back inside me.
I moan, unable to move as my toes dance on the floor. Jet hitches up one of my thighs, placing my knee onto the seat, then pulls me back onto his cock. The depth makes my breath hitch.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I moan.
“It’s not enough,” he grits.
I look at the tiles beneath my hands as he places his foot up on to the step next to my knee. His hands engulf my waist, and he holds me in place as he drives back into me at the new angle.
My eyes roll in my head.
“That’s better,” he groans.
He’s deeper than I’ve ever felt before, and I struggle to form a clear thought as he fucks more and more pleasure into every cell of my body with each drive of his hips.
“God,” I cry. “Please… I’m so close.”
His solid chest is like a slab of hot granite against my back as he leans over me and reaches between my thighs, circling his fingers over my clit.
“Mine,” he rasps in my ear, making me shudder. “Your pleasure belongs to me. And one day, I’ll make you come with just my cock. Mark my words, Ava.”
I shatter just from his voice, coming in deep, breath-stealing waves around him .
“Like that. Just like that,” he urges, playing with my clit.
My muscles spasm and grip him hard as I cry out.
“Fuck.” He sucks in a breath, his grip on my hip tightening as he spills inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut, riding out the rest of my orgasm, as he thrusts into me with deep, husky praises.
This time, I don’t fight him when he lifts me into his arms to take care of me.