"Either way, I keep thinking about what could've happened."
"It didn't happen. You'll catch whoever's doing this."
Gisselle's confidence in me was so unwavering and absolute that it broke something in my chest. I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"I can't lose you. I just found you," I blurted out before I could stop myself.
Our lips met again, and I kissed her with desperation clawing at my insides. My hand slid under her shirt, over her curvy breasts as I learned her body.
"Liam, I want you." She breathed against my mouth.
I pulled back enough to look into her eyes to make sure there wasn't hesitation or doubt. "You sure?" I probed.
Gisselle confirmed by unhooking her bra and leading my hands back to the soft weight of her breasts. I thumbed her nipples, making them stand at attention, before leaning in to taste, taking one into my mouth before switching to the other breast. The bulge in my pants grew at Gisselle's moans. I lifted Gisselle, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as we moved to the bed. I put her down, and we undressed as we continued to kiss while removing our clothes. My dick strained against my pants, and I was ready to unleash it. I laid Gisselle back, spread her legs, and dropped to my knees. I licked the walls of her jewel like a man thirsty for nectar. I pushed my tongue inside her moist mound as I drew out more wetness.
"Liam," Gisselle whimpered as I licked, sucked, and explored her deep folds.
I continued doing this until her body thrashed with pleasure. I pulled back, groping my rock-hard dick. It had been too long since I had been inside a woman, and I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and slid it over my dick.
I turned Gisselle over, and she got on all fours. I moved behind her and worked my pole inside her. I pumped into her hard and slow as I grabbed her hips to position myself deeper.
"Got damn!" I growled as I went deeper. I squeezed her ass cheeks as I quickened my stroke.
"Oooh my God, this feels so good," she slurred.
My balls moved against Gisselle's wet pussy, and she rewarded me with warm juices. She moaned as her walls throbbed around me, making me want to explode. My dickhadn't been this swollen in a long time. It felt so good, and I didn't want it to be over, but I also wanted to cum so damn badly. I pushed my engorged dick inside a few more times until my release was inevitable, grunting hard as my cum released. That shit felt amazing.
Afterward, Gisselle and I collapsed into the bed, breathing hard. I pulled her close, her head resting on my chest.
"That was fun," I admitted.
"Mm-hmm, it was. I could get used to being in your bed, Lieutenant."
"That's what bothers me. Someone is trying to scare you away."
Gisselle propped herself up on her elbow to look at me. "I don't scare that easily. I'm not going anywhere."
I smiled as she lay her head back on my chest. We talked in hushed voices until Gisselle fell asleep. I lay awake and watched her. Having her in my bed was a joy. I tightened my arm around her, a promise of protection. Outside, a dog barked, and I tensed, listening for anything that didn't sound right, ready to move if there was a threat. Eventually, I drifted to sleep.
The fire station was quiet on a Sunday afternoon, and most of the crew were out on a routine call. I parked my truck in my designated spot, noting the other vehicles already present: Chief Reeves' department SUV, Fire Marshal Winter's sedan, along with a couple of unmarked police cars. Whatever this meeting was about, it involved the full task force.
Inside, the conference room was already filled with serious faces when I entered.
"Crawford, glad you made it on short notice." Chief Robinson gestured to an empty chair.
"Sir," I acknowledged, taking the empty seat.
My eyes immediately looked at the map on the table, noting the red pins for each fire location, with a new pin added — Gisselle's community center project — which made my jaw clench involuntarily.
"Let's get started. For those just joining us, we've confirmed the attempted arson at the old textile mill matches the signature of the previous fires," the Chief disclosed.
Fire Marshal Winters, a fit man with salt-and-pepper hair, chimed in. "Lab results from the scenes show identical chemical composition, gasoline with paraffin wax to create a slow burn effect, yet at the mill site, there is trace evidence of a polymer compound we haven't seen at the previous locations." He slid a photograph across the table toward me.
I studied the photo. The image was of the accelerant-soaked rag Gisselle discovered, with a close-up of visible residue along one edge.
"What kind of adhesive? Looks construction-related," I noted, already connecting the dots.
"That's what we're trying to determine. It's probably from the renovation materials on site or something the perpetrator brought with them," Winters commented.
