6. Jett
6
JETT
J ett was left in the on-call room, breathless, before she decided to leave and go back to the fire station. There wasn’t a reason for her to stay at the hospital anymore, not with Riley gone.
After Jett’s shift, while she was taking a long shower in her house, she couldn’t help but think about Riley and what the other woman was making her feel. Jett was always in control, but it was clear to her that Riley was used to having the control in her relations with women.
Jett didn’t know how to feel about that. She didn’t know if she was ready to give up any control to Riley, or how she felt about the other woman taking it, like she had seemed so adamant on doing, even though she hadn’t succeeded. Jett smiled to herself. There was something beautiful about bringing a powerful woman to her knees, making her beg and lose the control she was used to having.
But the kind of control that Jett would have to give up if she was to continue this thing with Riley was more than just sex. It was emotional, and that was something that Jett was unfamiliar with. Sure, Jett had had a few relationships, her longest lasting four years until the two broke up two years ago, but she always struggled with emotional vulnerability.
Her ex, Sky, had wanted more than Jett was wanting to give. She wanted Jett to be more open with her emotions, something that she always struggled to communicate. In fact, it seemed like all of Jett’s relationships ended the same way, with issues caused by her inability to communicate her emotions. She knew she was guarded and that it led to issues, but she wasn’t really sure what to do about it.
She wanted a proper, long relationship, maybe with marriage, like her aunt and cousin, but she didn’t know how to actually make that work.
Jett thought back to Riley and her lovely muscled tattooed body and sharp green eyes and couldn’t deny the attraction that she felt toward her, but she thought that it might be for the best if the two left one another alone. However, at the same time, Jett couldn’t imagine doing that. She felt so much toward Riley that she felt out of control of herself.
While in the shower, Jett decided that the next time she saw Riley, she would talk to her, to figure out what was going on between the two of them. That was probably the best. Jett hated being uncertain and not knowing what was going on, and her situation with Riley definitely left her feeling uncertain.
* * *
It was a few days before Jett found herself in the Emergency Room of the Phoenix Ridge Hospital. When she did find herself there, she was wheeling in a patient with the help of another paramedic, Sarah, and walking into the hospital, where they were directed by a nurse to trauma bay two.
When they put the patient in the bay, Riley was already waiting for them in green scrubs and a white doctor’s coat, a stoic expression on her face as Jett looked at her. Jett couldn’t tell if the look was directed at her, or the situation, but it unnerved her nonetheless.
“Thank you,” Riley said to Jett and Sarah, “we got it from here.” A nurse came in, carrying some pain medication, and Jett left while Riley started speaking to the patient.
“You ready to go?” Sarah asked.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Jett said, thinking about Riley in the trauma bay. She didn’t even smile at Jett. Jett didn’t know what was going on, but she did know that she was definitely going to get to the bottom of it.
Jett wished that she could talk to Riley right then, but she decided that probably wasn’t the best time. She was with a patient and Jett had a job to do. However, right when Jett was about to leave the Emergency Room, she saw Lucinda Everett walking to the nurses’ station.
“Actually,” Jett said to Sarah, “give me just one minute.” And Jett rushed to Lucinda.
“Lucinda,” Jett called, and Dr. Everett looked up with a confused expression on her face before she saw who it was, and then she smiled.
“Hello, love, is everything alright?” Lucinda asked.
“I was actually wondering if you could do me a favor,” Jett said. “Do you know when Dr. Parker gets off work?”
Lucinda smiled, a smirk almost, but Jett was so focused on Riley that she missed it.
“Of course,” Lucinda said. “She gets off at eight tonight.”
Perfect; Jett was getting off at six. That gave her plenty of time to go home, get ready, and come back to the hospital before Riley left.
“Perfect, Lucinda, thank you,” Jett said.
“Of course,” Lucinda said.
* * *
When Jett got back to the hospital after her shift, she felt a little awkward. Many of the doctors and nurses knew her face, but she was a little unrecognizable when she wasn’t in her usual uniform.
She managed to make it back to the Emergency Room without incident, however. When she got there, she looked around until she saw Riley. It was a few minutes past seven thirty, and when Jett saw Riley walking toward the nurses station, Jett marched toward her until she faced directly in front of her.
Riley stopped and looked at Jett in shock, looking her up and down and noticing her casual clothes, ripped jeans and a t-shirt.
“Is something wrong?” Riley asked.
“We need to talk,” Jett said.
Jett heard a snicker, and the two turned to see Lucinda at the nurse's station.
“Follow me,” Riley said, and she led Jett to the on-call room that they had gone to the other day. “What’s up?”
“What’s going on between us?” Jett asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, that night on the roof, and the other day in this room?” Jett asked. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” Riley said. “I thought the night on the roof was just a one-time thing?” But Riley sounded uncertain. She had a questioning lilt to her voice; she sounded slightly like she was rehearsing a speech that had become off-topic.
“And the other night in this room?” Jett asked. “Having two encounters doesn’t really scream ‘one-time thing,’ does it?”
Riley looked at Jett in complete uncertainty, and Jett realized that she had never seen Riley this vulnerable before. She was looking at Jett as if she expected her to have the answers, and she didn’t, but she wanted to.
Jett leaned closer to Riley, so close that she could feel her breath, and Jett whispered to her, lips an inch apart. “Tell me, Riley, do you want this to be a one-time thing?”
“I don’t know,” Riley said, but something told Jett that she did know, she was just scared of admitting it.
“Are you sure?” Jett asked, “because I don’t. Are you okay with that?”
Riley looked at Jett hesitantly and nodded. Jett smiled and kissed Riley.
The kiss soon turned passionate, with the two of them grabbing onto one another’s waists for dear life as each of them battled for control. Jett smiled into the kiss. Maybe one day she would let Riley have control, but not now.
Jett pulled away and grabbed Riley’s hands, restraining her, and smiled at her. “You still have a shift to finish,” Jett said, taking pleasure in Riley’s pout and gasps for breath.
“Oh, come on,” Riley said. “That’s not fair.”
Jett laughed. “I know,” she said, “but after your shift, we should meet up at the bar a couple of blocks away, okay?”
Riley pouted again, but nodded. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” Jett said with a smirk and laughed when Riley shot her a glare. “I’ll see you there.”
The two left the on-call room and Jett left the hospital. She decided to go to the bar and save a seat for Riley before the end of her shift, since the bar was sure to be busy.
Jett was right and the bar was busy, which was perfect for her. The two could talk and not easily be overheard. Though it did suck, because Jett had to wait by the entrance of the bar until a table finally opened up. As soon as Jett saw the couple stand up to leave, she rushed to take her seat.
It didn’t take long before Jett saw Riley enter, looking around confused. She was wearing black jeans and a black T shirt that deliciously revealed her tattooed forearms. Her usually messy hair was brushed and neatly tied up. She looked fresh from the shower. Jett waved to make it easier for Riley to spot her, and she couldn’t miss the look of relief in Riley’s face the moment she saw Jett. It made Jett smile.
Riley walked over to the table and stood beside the chair across from Jett. “Excuse me, miss,” Riley said, “is this seat taken?”
Jett decided to play along. “It’s actually reserved. For the sexiest woman in the bar,” she said and relished in Riley’s blush as she sat down.
“Thanks,” Riley muttered.
“Of course,” Jett said. “Do you want me to get drinks?”
“Just one,” Riley said. “I want to have a little more control than the time on the roof.”
Jett shook her head with a smile. “Oh, but where’s the fun in that?”
“Hey,” Riley said, “I can’t have you topping every time.”
Jett laughed. “But you looked so hot coming apart under me,” she said, and watched as Riley tried to fight another blush.
“Just go to the bar!” Riley shooed Jett.
“Anything in particular that you want?” Jett asked.
Riley shook her head. “Whatever you think sounds good.”
“You got it,” Jett said, and left to go to the bar.
She ended up ordering two vodka cranberries, which was her favorite drink. Since Riley didn’t specify what she wanted, Jett decided to go for the classic.
When she got back to the table, Riley thanked Jett as she set the drink down.
“I did a double,” Jett said with a smile. “Can’t have you keeping too much control.”
Riley rolled her eyes. “I’m getting you back,” Riley said, “just you wait.”
It was Jett’s turn to roll her eyes. “Okay, sweetheart,” she said and took a sip of her drink while Riley did the same.
“So,” Jett said, deciding to change the subject. Besides, what they were doing felt like a date, so she might as well treat it like one. “Tell me more about yourself.”
Riley looked at her with an expression of shock and, really? “Well,” Riley said, “what do you want to know?”
“Everything,” Jett said. “I know you grew up in foster care and that you didn’t know your parents. That your coolest foster mom was a marine biologist, that you’re an incredible surgeon, sexy as hell, and I think really sweet and caring under a tough exterior. But I want to know more about you, Riley. Starting with whether or not you have any pets, any hobbies, unrealized dreams, just whatever.”
Riley paused for a moment, a little stunned, and nodded. “I don’t have any pets,” she said, “but when I was a kid, I was convinced that I was going to be a lonely old cat lady with twenty cats. But I work too much to really even have one. I don’t really have time for hobbies anymore, but to relax I’ll watch TV and crochet socks.”
That last bit was definitely not what Jett was expecting. “Really?” she asked. “Do you have any pictures of your socks?”
“No,” Riley said, “but I’m wearing a pair.” She pulled up her pant leg and sure enough, she revealed a baby pink and blue striped sock that was very obviously handmade.
“Wow,” Jett said, “that’s kind of impressive. Are they comfortable?”
“Yeah,” Riley said, “that’s actually why I make my own socks. The store-bought ones are too thin and uncomfortable.”
“That’s cool as hell,” Jett said.
“Thanks,” Riley said, “but what about you? I want to learn about you, too.”
“Okay,” Jett said with a smile, “I don’t have any pets, but I did have a dog from the time I was a kid until a couple of years ago. His name was James and he was the best boy on the planet. I also can’t really think of hobbies unless you count cooking and baking, but those are basic survival skills.”
Riley smiled. “You like to cook?”
“I love it,” Jett said, “and I also love baking. I have a major sweet tooth, so it works out well.”
“I actually hate cooking,” Riley said, “and I’m pretty bad at it, too.”
“Really?” Jett asked. “How come?”
“I was never really taught how. When I aged out of foster care, there were a lot of things that I didn’t know how to do, that I had to learn how to do, and am still really bad at,” Riley said. “I’m that way with laundry, too. I did finally figure out how to use a washer and dryer, but not before breaking one when I went off to college.”
Jett winced. “Damn,” she said, “that’s rough. I guess I’ve kind of always taken my upbringing for granted. My mom was really good at teaching me and my brother how to clean, cook, and take care of ourselves.”
“I didn’t know you have a brother,” Riley said.
“Oh, yeah,” Jett said, wondering how she could have forgotten to bring him up. “His name is Brody, and he’s actually going to make me an aunt soon with his wife, Hannah.”
Riley smiled, a sad kind of smile. A smile of longing. “That’s amazing.”
Jett didn’t want to be insensitive, but she wanted to ask. “I don’t suppose you have any siblings?”
“According to what little records I could find, I do, but I’ve never met them,” Riley said.
“I’m sorry,” Jett said.
“It’s okay,” Riley said.
There was an awkward pause, and Jett decided to change the subject again. “So, what made you become a trauma surgeon?”
Riley smiled. “Well, when I was a kid, I was always really good at school, and my third-grade teacher, the best teacher I ever had, once told me I was smart enough to become a doctor. And so little me decided that’s what I wanted to do. And when I was looking into medical school I had no clue what I wanted to do, but I heard someone say that a surgeon is one of the hardest professions, and I always did like a challenge.” Riley laughed.
“But when I was in residency, I really fell in love with it, and one of my mentors was a trauma surgeon, and just generally one of the best doctors on the planet. She was brilliant and kind, and she actually asked me to train to be a trauma surgeon under her, and I said yes,” Riley finished.
“Wow,” Jett said, “so it sounds like you got to where you are due to some really good teachers.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Riley said. “When I retire I was thinking I might want to be a teacher or something.”
Jett nodded. “That’s really sweet. I think you’d make a good teacher.”
Riley gave a sweet smile and nod and looked at Jett. “So what about you?” she asked. “What caused you to be a firefighter paramedic?”
“Well,” Jett said with a smile, “it kind of runs in the family. My aunt is the fire chief, my cousin Ember used to be a firefighter, and my dad was a firefighter, too. He actually died saving a family when I was really little. And when I was a kid, all I had were good memories of him, so as I got older, I guess I decided to follow in his footsteps.”
“Wow,” Riley said, “that’s impressive. Also, your family is incredibly impressive.”
“I know,” Jett said with a laugh. “I come from a family of heroes.”
“And you managed to become one, too,” Riley said.
Jett smiled awkwardly. She didn’t feel like a hero. She felt like she was just doing her job, and helping people because she had to, not because there was anything special about her. “I guess.”
Riley smiled and decided to drop the conversation, taking a long sip from her drink. “So,” Riley said after the two of them had finished their drinks, “what are we doing now?”
Jett smiled. “Well,” she said, “if I didn’t kill the mood talking about all the emotional things, would you like to go to my house?”
“Sure,” Riley said, “but if you try to make me beg again, I’m leaving.”
Jett laughed. “But you almost did it,” she said, standing up.
“Shut up,” Riley said, making her way toward the doors.
Jett wanted to tease Riley more, but thought better of it. Jett was naturally a joker—she got it from her relationship with her brother—but she didn’t want to put Riley off, especially when she didn’t know how she’d take it.
“Fine,” Jett said, following Riley to the parking lot. “We can take my car.”
“I walked from the hospital,” Riley said, “so you’ll have to drop me back off later.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Jett said.
* * *
Jett didn’t even get the chance to take her coat off when she got inside her house. Because the moment she shut the front door, Riley was all over her.
Riley gripped her by her hair and pulled her down slightly so that the two of them could kiss. Jett wasn’t much taller than Riley, just a couple inches, but it was still noticeable.
Jett gasped as Riley pushed her back against the door, and their chests met. The two of them were breathing heavily, and when Riley reached for Jett’s hands to pin her down, Jett raised her hands above Riley’s head.
“Uh-uh,” Jett said. “And besides, I’m stronger than you, sweetheart.”
“This isn’t fair.” Riley pouted. “You have to let me.”
But that was a big ask for Jett and she smiled at Riley. “Maybe next time,” she said.
“Fine,” Riley said, “but I’m holding you to it.”
Jett laughed and surged forward, wrapping her arms around Riley as the two kissed passionately, and Jett walked Riley backwards until they reached the entrance of Jett’s bedroom. Jett didn’t waste any time in pushing Riley backwards and onto the bed.
“Wait,” Riley said, “I can’t pin you down, but I’m assuming you are fine with me fucking you?” Jett contemplated for a moment. She felt so wet. She didn’t always let women fuck her, but tonight might just be an exception. She didn’t like to give up control, but something about Riley made her feel safe.
And very turned on.
“Okay,” Jett said, and she let Riley switch their positions until Jett was lying flat on her back in the middle of her bed. Riley climbed on top of her and smiled.
Jett smiled back. Riley was beautiful, her brown hair escaping its band and her green eyes glittering, and even though Jett was a little nervous, she could definitely get used to this view.
“I’ll take care of you, princess,” Riley promised, and Jett couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips. She didn’t know what the hell had gotten into her, but as Riley reached for the hem of her t-shirt, she didn’t care.
She gasped as Riley slowly removed her t-shirt, before moving onto her bra, leaving her exposed. Riley threw the removed clothing to the floor and smiled at Jett before she reached for the button on her jeans.
Riley was absolutely sensual, whereas Jett was normally rushed and frantic. Riley took her time in undressing Jett, teasing her as her fingertips graced Jett’s bare skin, leaving her wanting more.
The way Riley touched her was different than what Jett was used to, but God, was it good. Every touch left her wanting more, and she still had her pants on.
Not for long, however. Riley carefully removed Jett’s jeans, snapping the waistband of her underwear before she carefully pulled the jeans down Jett’s long legs and threw them onto the floor with the rest of Jett’s clothes.
Riley looked at Jett in only her underwear and smiled so sweetly that it took Jett’s breath away. Riley leaned her head forward and Jett gasped as Riley kissed the top of her belly button and made her way down, until she kissed the waistband of her underwear.
“Do you have any toys?” Riley asked.
“Top drawer of my dresser,” came Jett’s breathless reply.
Riley left her alone, and Jett watched as she rummaged through the drawer. Riley paused for a moment and looked at Jett with a smirk before pulling out a leather strap on harness.
“Now this… I like,” Riley said and Jett’s face turned red while she tried to regain composure.
“Only if you let me use it to fuck you, sweetheart,” Jett said and it became Riley’s turn to blush.
Jett had only ever been the one to wear the strap on. It bothered her that in some corner of her mind she wanted Riley to fuck her with it.
“Maybe, one day,” Riley said, and pulled out a dildo from the drawer.
Fortunately, it wasn’t Jett’s biggest dildo, but it was still one that she hadn’t used in ages. Usually, when Jett got herself off, she used a small vibrator. She wasn’t always the biggest fan of penetration, but she took a big gulp of air and decided that she was going to let Riley do what she wanted.
She suddenly realized she wanted Riley to fuck her. Really wanted Riley to fuck her.
Riley thumbed Jett’s clit through her underwear and Jett whined. All of this teasing was killing her. She was normally very controlled, and rarely this impatient, but there was something about Riley that led to her wanting to get fucked right then.
Riley giggled. “Don’t worry, princess,” she said. “I’ll get to you in a second. Get your underwear off for me,” Riley commanded as she herself stepped into the harness and began to position the dildo.
Jett found herself wriggling out of her underwear. Her body was acting of her own accord. As much as she didn’t want to let Riley top her, she really did.
Riley didn’t waste any more time once Jett’s underwear came off. Riley leaned down and licked long and slow over Jett’s clit before she found it with her thumb and began to rub quick and gentle circles. Jett moaned at the feeling.
Fuck, this is good. So good. I’m so wet.
She felt herself opening her legs wider to allow Riley access.
Riley took each of her legs one at a time, hanging them over her shoulders.
Jett felt more exposed than she ever have done before. Her legs over Riley’s shoulders, the dildo so close to her soaking wet pussy.
“Is this ok, sweetheart?” Riley growled and as much as part of Jett wanted to resist, she heard herself yelp, “Yes.. please fuck me.”
Riley’s eyes were hungry above her and Jett watched her as she positioned the dildo in front of Jett slowly coating it in her wetness before taking her time to push it inside. All the time she was watching Jett’s face with care and Jett felt safer than ever, as though Riley would only ever go at the pace Jett was comfortable with.
It felt so big as though it was stretching Jett out and she moaned loudly as Riley entered her.
“Oh, god,” Jett moaned as she felt her body beginning to relax and adjust to the size of the dildo.
She felt Riley thrust in the rest of the way to the hilt and she felt the clash of Riley’s pelvis pressing into her as she was opened right up.
God, it felt so good. Jett had to admit that Riley was definitely good at what she was doing, and she moaned and gasped as she felt pleasure in her lower stomach and clit.
“More,” Jett begged. It didn’t escape her that usually she was the one making other beg, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Faster?” Riley asked.
“Faster,” Jett said, and Riley delivered, beginning to thrust in and out of her and the dildo struck places in her that she hadn’t felt in years.
Jett gasped and moaned so loudly that if she still lived in an apartment complex, she would have been worried about neighbors.
“You sound so pretty when you moan for me,” Riley growled.
Since it was only the two of them, Jett moaned louder, unable to control herself and her voice until everything became so much that she couldn’t make a single sound.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” Riley said to her, but she didn’t slow down. Instead, she kept the same pace and Jett felt her whole body jolting with the vigor with which Riley was fucking her. Jett closed her eyes as she felt the beautiful pressure of Riley’s thumb on her clitoris.
“Oh… my… god…” Jett called out. “I…uh… I think… I’m going to…” Jett didn’t even get the whole sentence out before her orgasm exploded and tore through every inch of her body.
“Come for me, baby, that’s it. Squirt for me…” Riley growled.
She felt the gush of her own pleasure flooding out of her, once, twice, thrice in time with Riley’s thrusts.
“Good girl…. good girl, baby.”
For one thing, she had never felt so out of control sexually. For another thing, it had never ever felt this good.