The FIRE in You

Chapter 11: A Shitty Week

Ajax's POV

Having to deal with Beverly and Brey at my doorstep was the last thing on my mind considering the shitty week I just had.

We had been trying to contain a fire in an ornamental juniper farm for four days only to find out that it was caused by someone from the Gin distillery who was trying to dispose of waste by fire. Don't get me started on the full-day hustle of getting all the fire trucks to the factory.

Talk about a 101 class on highly flammable plants. My left arm hurts like a motherfucker because I had to pull the fire hose that got stuck in the middle of the whole thing.

We had to use it for back up or else the fire would have reached the distillery warehouse. If that's not enough Sam fell from the ladder and twisted his ankle, I had to go help him with the pump panel and almost ruined everything by releasing the water with too much pressure, thank god he noticed and told me. My eyes are itchy from the smoke and all I wanted was a hot bath and a cold beer yet here I am.

"Beverly, you and I are not together so please save us the misery and get out of my apartment, leave the keys while you're at it", I said walking past both her and a shocked Brey. I needed a break. She looked hurt by the fact that I didn't acknowledge her presence and by the time I wanted to correct my mistake, she was nowhere to be seen. 

Fuck!

"Is she the new girl?", Beverly asked following me inside the apartment. There was dinner on the table, something she used to do when we were together. "She looks way above your league", she said following me into the bedroom. "Beverly, what do you want? I've had a crappy week and I need to be alone, do you mind?", I asked when I dropped my gear on the floor, not caring what they landed on.

She was about to say something when the front door was slammed shut and hasty footsteps were heard rushing to us. A very angry Brey stormed in and then stood between me and Beverly. "Who is she to you?", she asked not caring that Beverly was there. "My ex", I said shortly. She turned to Beverly panting, no doubt she was pissed.

"Listen, rude person. I wanted to give you the satisfaction by leaving but no. This is my boyfriend now, you left and I got him fair and square so get out!", she shouted making Beverly step back in fear. When she turned to leave a buff guy in a suit appeared.

"The keys Ma'am", he said with a neutral face as Beverly threw the keys at him and walked away in a hurry. "Will that be all Miss Kendriks?", he asked looking at an angry Brey. She released a breath massaged her temple muscles then looked at the guy.

"You can come at 9, tell Simone to give you my red dress", she said and the dude nodded his head and left. She followed him to the living room then I heard the door being closed and then locked. I waited but she didn't come back. I decided to go to the living room.

I found her with a bottle of wine, she was sitting on the kitchen stool, looking deep in thought. "I'm sorry I ghosted you. I had a tough week at work. This is me getting back from the day I left you here", I said and all she did was nod. I decided to give her some space, I went and prepared a bath. I made sure the water was hot enough to relax my muscles. I got in, closed my eyes and just pretended like I was in a world where the only thing that mattered was my relaxation. I stayed for what seemed like hours until the water was not enjoyable anymore.

I found her in bed, her back turned towards me. I got in between the sheets, naked. I spooned her, and she tensed when my cock touched her thigh making me smirk. "I've never done something like that before, it felt like someone just took over my body", she said still looking forward. "I'm sorry you had to do it. I honestly forgot that she had the key to begin with. I haven't seen her in a very long time", I tried explaining but something told me she still had doubts.

I turned her towards me, her curvy body fitting perfectly to mine. Her t-shirt went down by the shoulder, exposing her breasts, they were huge and the nipples were rock hard. She might have doubts about me but I was sure that her body wanted me. It always did, the worst part is, she was not the only one suffering the same. An innocent act of biting her lower lip makes me go insanely hard and I have no idea how that was even possible. 

"Brey, you're the only woman in my life, I promise you that", I said kissing her lips. She melted into me. I deepened the kiss only to get pushed away making me whimper. "We can't have that scenario happen again Ajax. I'm not that person ok?", she said avoiding my eyes.

"So if other women want me, you won't do anything about it?", I asked with a raised brow. "Will you entertain them?", she asked with a serious tone obviously missing the humour in my question. "No, but seeing my girlfriend all possessive was kind of a turn-on", I said suddenly feeling my lips dry up. I licked my lips and her eyes fell on them in an instant, her eyes turning a shade darker making me smile.

"It was?", she teased while circling her hands around my neck, pulling me closer. I didn't move, I pulled her instead making her giggle. 

"You're overdressed", I said while running my hands across her body. She moaned. The perfect lullaby. When she was fully naked, I turned her into a spooning position and then reached for a condom on the side table. I covered my painfully hard cock and buried myself in her wet pussy making her scream as I started moving in and out of her.

I craved something to squeeze making my hand fall on her left boob. Then the pain in my arm hit me making me hiss. "Are you ok?", she asked in the middle of moaning. "Yeah, it's just my arm, I think I overworked it", I said feeling myself getting turned on by the fact that she cared about my comfort in such a state.

"I can massage it if you want", she said trying to remove me from her pussy. I couldn't let that happen, my hand could wait. "Fuck no!", I said then held her in place with my right arm as I increased the pace until all I could hear was our skins slapping each other and my name in her moans.