Page 7 of Raised By Firefighter Daddy

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lacey

The warm water in the hot tub felt wonderful as I eased my half naked body into it, the stress of the last few days leaving me as the water enveloped my body. Even though this was supposed to be my vacation, I had been more stressed out than I had ever been in my life, and it was all thanks to Clary and the other people back home. If there had ever been a time that I was tempted to stay and never return, this was definitely one of those days.

As soon as I showed up at town, Clary had done everything in her power to send me home. She claimed that I was here to take her away from her new husband and send her back to a life of misery, not even wanting to hear the reason why I was trying to see her in the first place. At first, her husband, Jeremy, had been calm and offered to help me talk to her, but, after she started spreading rumors that I was lying and wanted her to return home, even he stopped caring. Before long, it felt as though I wasn't even welcome in town anymore.

The only one who is kind to me anymore was Jordan. Despite the fact that I had been busy trying to deal with Clary and convince everyone back home that I was doing everything I could to get her home, he was there every step of the way, always wanting to spend time together. At first, I was a bit hesitant, especially since I had to focus on the task at hand, but, after he stuck up for me against the other so called friends that Clary had turned against me, I decided that it was only fair to give him a chance.

Most people would have been creeped out at the fact that he was twice my age, but I didn't care. I especially enjoyed the way he made me feel like a tiny, defenseless little girl every time he took me into his bed. Originally, I planned on staying at the inn, but he insisted that I stay with him, claiming that it was part of the Alaskan Frontier hospitality. By the third night, I knew it was because he wanted me close so that he could take me into his bed whenever he wanted.

It wasn't all about sex, though. Jordan proved to be a strong, powerful man with a heart of gold and a sense of adventure. When the weather was nice, he was always offering to take me kayaking or hiking, and we would often stargaze at night before returning to his room for some fun before bed. It all felt like a dream that was bound to come to an end, and I didn't want it to.

"Mind if I join you?" Jordan asked as he approached the hot tub, his perfectly sculpted body reflecting in the firelight. My heart leaped in my chest as I stared at him, eagerly licking my lips in anticipation.

"Not at all," I replied casually, not wanting to show him how much power he truly had over me. "It is your house after all." He looked a bit confused as he placed a towel down on the bench next to the hot tub before climbing in next to me.

Butterflies erupted in my belly as I watched the way his body twitched and turned, showing off every muscle as he sat down in the tub next to me. If it hadn't been for the warm water, I knew the wetness spreading between my legs would have been evident, and I wanted to feel his arms around me as his cock filled my core once again. I hadn't even noticed the fact that my cheeks were red until I heard Jordan chuckle.

"Is it hot in here?" he asked as he scooted closer to me, a mischievous look on his face as he did so. "Or are you just happy to see me?" Unable to contain myself, I scooted closer to him, allowing my tiny frame to press against his.

"It's a little hot in here, thanks to you," I said as I placed a hand on his lap before trailing it upwards towards his cock. "So, what brings you here?" He chuckled as his hand grabbed mine underwater and slowly guided it towards his cock.

"Just saw the most beautiful Little in the world in my hot tub and knew that I needed to get in to have some fun before I lost my chance," he said as he rested my hand on his cock. "You know, the usual." I bit my lip nervously as I grasped his cock in my hand, enjoying the way it felt in my hand.

"I could use a stress reliever," I agreed as I carefully climbed into his lap, enjoying the way his body felt against mine. "Clary talked to everyone back home, and they're all demanding I go home already." A frown creased his brow as he stared me down, and I knew that I had just killed the mood.

"But you're not supposed to leave for another week," he said as he tilted his head to the side, staring me down with a deep, lustful stare. "What about our deal?" Realizing I was about to lose my chance to have him again, I shook my head.

"I cashed in my ticket back home after the fight," I informed him, hoping he would calm down. "The manager at the inn offered me a job working in the kitchens after I helped fix their recipe for chicken noodle soup, so I decided to stay here with you like you wanted." He stared at me in shock and disbelief for a moment, almost as if he was trying to determine if I was serious or not.

It was all true… The inn had some of the blandest chicken noodle soup I had ever had, and not a lot of people would eat their food because the cook was always skimping on spices. A chance encounter at the bar with the cook led to a long conversation that led to the food getting improved, and the manager was contacting me in a few days to offer me the job.

"You mean it?" Jordan asked, his voice hopeful as he spoke. "You really plan on staying after all?" When I nodded my head, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, nearly suffocating me as he did so. "Thank you!"