38. Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ash
W hen Ash is off work the next day, she knows she just wants to see Raif.
The rest of his shift at the fire station, he had been quiet and reserved.
He’s usually a quiet and reserved person, but with the way he was acting, she knows something happened with the fire inspector, and she wants to find out more.
Ash: Come over to mine today? I want to see you
He replies not even five minutes later.
Raif: See you in a bit, baby
He arrives about an hour after they texted, and she greets him at the door with a hug and a kiss.
“Did you miss me?” she whispers softly in his ear as he sucks and bites at her neck.
“Yeah, baby, I missed you.”
He kisses her, and it’s deep and passionate. It takes all her strength to pull away and place a hand on his chest.
He looks like a confused puppy, and she smiles at the thought. Taking his hand, she pulls him to the family room.
“Sit. I thought we could talk.”
As he sits, his back goes ramrod straight, and he looks fairly uncomfortable.
“Hey, it’s nothing bad. I just wanted to talk about what happened at work yesterday. The fire inspector talked with you, and then you were silent and broody the rest of the day.”
“I’m not broody.”
“You’re always broody, Raif, but you were more broody than usual,” she says, stroking the hair at his neck. His eyes soften a little.
He huffs out a big breath.
“I don’t know what you want to know. And honestly, I’m not sure what I’m allowed to tell you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not really sure what happened, but it seems like they suspect I had something to do with the fire.”
“What? Why?”
He looks at her for a minute like he’s thinking, and she takes his hand.
“Hey, whatever it is, I’m in this with you. And I can keep my mouth shut. You’re my boyfriend, Raif. I would never betray that.”
“There were cameras inside the warehouse set up to photograph the fire. Only one survived, but all the photos on it were of me. The fire inspector insinuated that I would have a lot of fame if the pictures got out. He didn’t outright accuse me, but that’s what he was suggesting.”
“That’s ridiculous! I mean, there was never any guarantee that you’d be going into the fire at all. Normally, you wouldn’t have.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So what happens now?”
“The chief set him straight. He made it sound like the fire inspector was looking for a promotion, and placing the blame on me for the arson would get him that. Chief seemed to know him, and by the end of the whole thing, he told me I was going to get an award.”
“Wow, that’s a lot to take in. How are you handling it?”
He rests his head back against the couch, and she crowds in close to him.
“Fine, I guess. I don’t like that someone out there is setting fires. Someone could have died, you could have died. And that the inspector thought I could have had a part in that…” Raif shakes his head.
“What can I do to make you feel better?”
He closes his eyes and shrugs his shoulders, head still lying back on the couch.
Poor Raif, being accused of starting a fire for fame.
She knows how distraught he was over her, he thought she was dead.
He would never have done something so dangerous.
And anyone who knows him knows he couldn't care less about fame.
Family and the lodge are the only things that are really important to him. And firefighting, and now her.
She kisses his temple, “Come on.”
Ash leads him to the bathroom and turns on the tap for the bath. It’s small, not really big enough for a mountain man like him, let alone the two of them, but she’s going to try her best and make it work.
She pours in salt and bubble bath. He scrunches his nose a bit but watches her silently. Once the bath is full, she turns off the light so there’s only soft sunshine coming in from the small window.
“Come on, big guy, let’s get you in the tub.”
“Me?” he asks, his eyes widening.
“Both of us.”
“Ash I-”
“Let me take care of you.” It’s almost a whisper when she says it, but she sees that small private smile on his face that means he’s going to try.
She tugs at the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it off easily. Then his jeans, which she kneels down to help remove. She plants a chaste kiss on his clothed erection where there’s a wet spot forming. He groans and grasps her hair lightly.
“Now you,” he says, a hungry look in his eyes.
He pulls her shirt off quickly, undoing her bra and taking her breasts in his hands as he begins to kiss her.
He works at her jeans while they kiss till he has to pull away to pull them down.
He kneels like her and pulls her jeans off, one leg at a time.
He pulls down her panties and places a kiss on her mound like she had done with him.
He swipes his tongue into her slit, and she keens when she feels his tongue hit her clit.
He stands, and they go back to kissing till she’s pushing at his boxer briefs and pulling them towards the tub.
He drops them quickly to the floor and stalks towards her.
She feels like prey, and a shiver runs down her spine.
He’s so big all over, much bigger than her, and she’s a tall, built woman.
His hands grip her ass, and she ruts into him. Feeling his big cock smear pre-come on her abdomen. She wants to feel him inside her, wants to feel that big dick split her open, but all she can do is ride his leg as he slots it in between hers.
“Come on, in the tub.”
He goes willingly and sits in the tub, reclining back and opening his legs.
She can see his body spread out under the bubbles.
Strong chest covered with a dusting of dark hair, abs tight from the way he’s sitting.
Thick cock jutting out in a bed of dark curls.
Powerful thighs spread open. She wants to climb on his lap and sit on his dick.
When she gets in the tub, he pulls her back to his chest, and she leans her head back on his shoulder. She can feel his erection pressing into her ass, and when she grinds back a little, he growls.