Velvet and Lace(32)

When he deemed her clean and relaxed, he led her back under the spray and rinsed her hair and body. As the last of the suds were rinsed away, he reached for his body wash and wash cloth.

She raised an eyebrow and it was Trent’s turn to roll his eyes. “Hey now, turnabout is fair play isn’t it?” He handed the items over when she stuck out her hand. She washed his hair and he easily leaned back into the spray to rinse away the soap.

She carefully washed his body, slowly caressing his stiff cock and even gently washing his balls. It felt heavenly and comforting. It was sensual but not overly sexual and Trent couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms. He just held her as the water beat down on his back.





Chapter 7



Daphne woke to the sound of Trent’s voice. She glanced at the clock and noticed it was still early, only about 6 a.m. which meant they had only been asleep for about two hours. After their shower, they changed the sheets, and collapsed naked, holding each other.

“We will be right there.” The tone of Trent’s voice worried her. His expression looked grim, but she could only see about half of his face in the dim light. His pressed the end button on his phone and turned toward he. He hesitated, and she sat up.

“I have some bad news. We need to get dressed.” He stood up and reached for a pair of boxers in his dresser.

“Is it Grams? Is everything okay?” She bolted out of bed and rushed to his side.

“I’m sorry. I should have known you would think that, Grams is fine. Unfortunately, the shop is not.” He grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt and Daphne’s heart sped up. He looked way too calm, or rather tried to make it seem like he was calm.

“Trent, damn it. Just tell me.” She found her bag and pulled out her own clothes.

“There’s been a fire at the shop. It looks like it was intentional.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and then walked over to her. She felt her panic rise.

“What do you mean? How bad is it? Who would do such a thing?” With each question that slipped from her lips, she knew the tone of her voice had gained an octave. She felt herself get lightheaded and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know, baby.” Daphne didn’t see him until he was kneeling in front of her. “But the good news is that there wasn’t too much damage done to the shop. The alarm system I installed alerted the fire department and they were able to stop the fire before it destroyed too much. It looked like it only got some of the front of the shop.”

Daphne opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn’t notice that her hands were shaking until Trent’s closed his over hers.

“Baby? You there? We need to go by the shop. Do you think you can do that?” He moved one of his hands to her cheek.

Daphne nodded slowly, all of the information sinking in. Then she felt her anger rise. She placed a kiss in the center of Trent’s palm and then motioned that she wanted to stand. They both dressed in silence.

The ride to the shop was quiet but Trent held her hand as they made the short journey. Daphne’s stomach tightened as they got closer to the shop. She could see a puff of smoke rising in the air from the fire. The sun had risen and the sky was orange. As they got closer, Daphne could see cop cars, fire trucks, and a few cars she didn’t recognize. Unfortunately, there was also a small crowd gathered.

Trent’s concern touched her and she squeezed his hand. “You up for this?” He pulled his truck into the parking lot, and parked as close to the chaos as he could. Daphne bolted out of the truck to see the damage. She almost sagged in relief when she saw that it wasn’t as bad as she was imagining.

The front window was shattered and she could see that one of the walls and part of the floor was burnt. But it hadn’t spread too far into the shop.

“Ms. Brooks?” Daphne turned around to find a handsome cop standing behind her. Ambrosia was a small town, but there was still a small police station and a few sheriffs.

“Yes. What happened here?” Daphne felt her anger rise. She felt violated.

“My name is Justin Gordon, Ma’am. I’m the Sheriff of Ambrosia. My deputies and I believe that this fire was set by someone and not an accident. The fire department agrees with us. I am so sorry for all of this, but do you know of anyone who would want to hurt you in any way?” His eyes were kind as he looked at her with concern.

“No. No one. I can’t think of anyone who would want to hurt me.” She wrapped her arms around her waist as she tried to think of anyone. She looked for Trent and found him speaking with the firefighters, while talking on his cell phone. He glanced over at her, and just his glance made her feel better.