Thirteen

Griffin

 

 

Fuck. Shit. Fucking motherfucking shit! Holly came to King’s Bar because she’s having a rough go at life lately, and I wasn’t about to kick her while she’s down. I haven’t touched the woman in close to two years, not since I promised Lilly I wouldn’t after Holly tried to cause issues between her and Sean. But judging by the hurt look on Ava’s face, it doesn’t matter what I’ve done…or haven’t done. I’ve already been tried, found guilty, and sentenced.

I wanted to grab her and take her into my arms, beg her to understand. It’s clear she has been hurt by a guy and because of whatever he did, I’m going to have to work twice as hard to get under that hard armor she protects herself with.

I leave her and Lilly to eat in peace, not wanting to make a scene or upset her. About twenty minutes after they leave, my phone is ringing in my pocket.

“Hello.”

“You okay?” It’s Lilly and she sounds as worried as I feel.

“What does she know?” I ask, getting straight to it.

“I guess Levi somehow insinuated you had hooked up with Holly and that she tried to hook up with Sean as well. I had no clue, so when I said her name, Ava put it all together. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Prim. What did she say?”

Lilly stays silent for a moment. “I don’t want to break her trust. I will say that I think she likes you, otherwise, seeing you with Holly wouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did.”

“I’ll get it figured out. I think she might be the one, Lilly.”

“Why don’t Sean and I take Levi this Friday night and you can try to get her to go out with you?”

“You sure?”

“Of course! You know I love to take him. I’ll have Sean grab him after he’s done at the gym and you can come over for breakfast when you pick him up Saturday.”

I sent several texts to Ava with no response. I tried to catch her coming out of her apartment at different times but had zero luck. I even dropped Levi off at school this morning then came back home, hoping to catch her off guard. Her wall is built so high and solid, I’m going to need a damn military IED to blow it to pieces. When I told Lilly she didn’t need to take Levi tonight as I wouldn’t be going out, she offered to set me up with another acquaintance with the promise she wasn’t stuck up like the last woman. I thanked her but told her I wasn’t interested. She still insisted on taking Levi.

So, it’s Friday night and I’m hanging out at my place alone. There’s a basketball and baseball game on that I’m flipping back and forth between, when I hear a banging coming from the wall. My pictures begin to shake and I jump up to catch one before it clatters to the ground.

What in the actual fuck.

The banging stops momentarily then gets louder. It’s coming from Ava’s place. The woman is going to put a damn hole through her wall and end up in my place.

Then it hits me…she’s home! Throwing on a shirt, I grab my keys and cellphone, lock my door, and walk the ten feet to her place. I knock and hear the dog bark but there’s no answer.

“Ava! I know you’re home. You about put a hole through my drywall.” The door opens and Ava is standing there. She’s wearing one of her infamous taco shirts that reads, “I’m into fitness. Fit’ness taco in my mouth.” She’s holding a hammer in her hand and looks to be exasperated.

“Need some help?”

She sighs and nods, reluctantly handing the hammer over to me. “Yes, please.”

I follow her to the back into what looks like her office, and on the wall that meets mine, there are several holes where it appears she tried to nail something in.

“I’m trying to hang up these book covers.” She points to two blown-up framed images.

“Did you create these?” I ask, checking them out. She smiles wide, her face glowing with pride.

“I did! They both hit the bestsellers list, so the authors sent me these to thank me.”

“Look at you go,” I say, turning the frame around to see what the best way to hang these are.

Ava hands me a handful of screws. “I need to go pee. I’ll be right back!” She runs off into the bathroom.

I look down at the screws she handed me then at the wall, shaking my head. “Umm…Ava. You know you don’t hammer screws, right? You hammer nails. You screw in screws.”

“I don’t know what you mean!” she shouts through the door.

“Do you have a screwdriver?”

“Yes! In the cabinet in the kitchen on the left side.”

Heading back out to her kitchen, I find the cabinets on the left side like she said. Her kitchen is identical to mine, everything just flipped in reverse. Opening the top cabinet, I don’t find a screwdriver…but I do find a fuck ton of plastic dicks. I look down the hall, and since she’s still in the bathroom, I pick one up to check it out. Only when I grab it, several others tip over, and before I know it, there are tons of dicks falling out of the cabinet. I try to catch them, but there are too many. And not just dicks! There are vibrators too! In several colors, sizes, and shapes.

Ava comes running out to see what all the ruckus is and her hands go to her mouth to cover her smile. “Ay dios, mio! I meant the bottom cabinet. Did I forget to say that?” She shakes her head and starts picking up the dicks. I help her, gathering them up from the counter and floor.

“Babe…if you need this many fake dicks, maybe you haven’t been with the right guy.”

She stops picking up the dicks and drops them onto the counter. She pops her hip out and her hand goes to her side. Glaring at me, she says, “You know, you keep saying that, and Lilly said the same thing. Maybe I have these”—she points to the dicks—“because there is no such thing as the right guy.”

“Challenge accepted.” Her eyes go wide but before she can argue, I pick her up and bring her to the couch. After setting her down, I sit next to her.

“I want you. I want to show you how good it can be, but I will only touch you if you say okay.”

She stares up at me, her top teeth gnawing at her bottom lip nervously. She’s scared—not physically, but emotionally, she’s terrified.

“Ava,” I say again, needing her to say the words. She nods but that’s not enough. “Babe, I need you to say it.”

“Yes.” One word is all she whispers but it’s enough.

Scooting toward her, I yank her naked legs up onto my lap so I can get closer. My mouth goes straight to hers, our tongues hungrily meeting. My fingers fist her hair, pulling her closer as we deepen our kiss. Ava moans into my mouth and my cock twitches.

Reluctantly releasing her lips, I tug her hair to the side as I place an open-mouthed kiss behind her ear. She tilts her head to the side and I move my lips slowly down her neck, kissing every inch of flesh I can find. My free hand finds its way back to her legs as my fingers dance along her silky-smooth skin.

When my lips return back to her mouth, her hands come up to grab my neck as she pulls me closer. She lets out a husky moan that tells me she wants this as much as I do. As we kiss, her hands turn frantic with need. Her fingers move to my shirt, pulling it up—our mouths leaving each other only long enough to take it off—then her fingers move down my pecs toward my abs.

I lift her shirt up, leaving her in a red and black lacey bra. Then backing up slightly, I pull her tiny shorts down, revealing matching panties.

“Fuck, Ava. This body.” I run my hands down her neck, over her collarbone, and land on her luscious tits. Pulling the cups down, her tits perk up and I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hardened peak. She lets out a moan and I need her closer. I need to feel her body against mine. Gripping her ass, I drag her onto my lap sideways. We go back to kissing, her soft lips massaging mine until I can’t take it anymore and I need my mouth back on her sweet breasts. I’ve only had a taste and I’m already addicted.

Taking both of her breasts into my hands, I bring my head down slightly and suck on both her nipples at the same time before pulling back briefly to admire them. They’re dark pink and round and hard as ice. My tongue darts out to flick the pebbled rosebuds and Ava throws her head back in pleasure.

Needing to touch other parts of her, I place her back on the couch, grab her panties, and slowly push them down her legs until she’s bare for me. I drop them onto the floor, then I take a second to enjoy the beautiful woman in front of me. She reaches around and undoes her bra, dropping it next to her panties. Her eyes meet mine and she looks at me with lust filled eyes. “Are you going to show me what I’m missing or what?” Her one brow quirks up in a challenge.

Game on!