Page 55 of All Right No
Ginny was already in the water when he reached the terrace. “What took you so long, slow poke?”
“I went back for these.” He handed her one of the fruit juice mocktails he’d mixed for them both. “I thought you might like some refreshment while you soaked.”
Ginny sucked the offering up through her straw. “Mm, that’s good. Is it passion fruit?”
“Passion fruit, pineapple, and a little twist of lemon.”
“I didn’t know you could make anything this fancy.”
Ash set his drink on the edge of the tub and slipped into the water beside her. “I’m not completely incompetent.” The water temperature was just right to ward off all those irritating niggles. It was amazing how unfit you could get in such a short space of time. “It’s got a decent kick to it too when you add vodka.”
“Ah,” she said, putting her drink aside, having already drunk nearly all of it. “It’s one that Xane taught you.”
“It’s not actually. He’s not the only man who’s ever touched vodka.”
“Just the only one who has ever touched you.”
Ash sighed, dunked his head, and surfaced again. “You keep going on about that. I don’t know why.”
“Because I want to know what happened.”
“I thought you knew all the details. Didn’t I blurt them all while I was delirious? In any case, we’ve had this conversation before. It’s not my fault you can’t remember it.”
“No, it’s Iain’s,” she muttered humourlessly, moving the conversation in a dreary direction. “I wonder how many other people he’s spiked?”
“I’d rather not think about him, or the sort of crap he’s likely to have pulled while they were under the effects. It just makes me mad. He nearly ruined everything for us, Ginny, several times over.” Seeing Iain Willows again in this lifetime would be far too soon. The man was a monster, and while Ash could normally find a lot of forgiveness in his heart, there were some things you couldn’t let go, like attempted murder, spiking people and taking advantage of them, and constantly making shit up to cover your tracks.
“Will there be a trial?”
Ash shrugged. She probably had a better idea than him, as he’d been deliberately avoiding anything related to the topic of Iain. “At some point, I guess. I don’t know if I’ll be involved. There’s no hard evidence for what he did to me, only circumstantial stuff, whereas there were a whole host of witnesses to his attack on Xane. I don’t know that I want to be involved anyway. I’d rather not have anything to do with him anymore.” He certainly didn’t want to end up staring across a court room at him. “He was one of my oldest friends, Gin, my closest friend at one time. It’s not easy looking back now. It just sets me off thinking about exactly how involved he likely was in Connie rejecting me. You realise the villainous fucker even went shopping for the ring with me?”
Ginny fell silent. He watched her chew over the information. “Okay, don’t take this the wrong way, but if he did have a hand in destroying your relationship with Connie, then I’m kind of glad about it. Obviously, I’m sorry he hurt you, but if he hadn’t interfered, then Connie would be Mrs. Gore by now and you and I would never have become a thing. And, I like us being us.”
“I like us being us too,” he agreed, and sank back against the side of the Jacuzzi with his eyes closed. Ash listened to the wind rustle the tree leaves and the birds and insects chirping around them.
“You’re not falling asleep, are you?” Ginny prodded him in the midriff with her foot after his mind had wandered back and forth over the lyrics he’d been working on the previous day, and what the rest of the band were doing right now. Most likely, they were sleeping after the performance. It still twisted up his guts knowing that they were doing a TV show without him. “’Cause, I have to say that’s a bad idea.”
She prodded him again, only this time she then slid her foot downward towards his loins.
Ash caught hold of her ankle before her foot made contact with his cock. Whereupon, he lifted her foot out of the water and sucked her big toe into his mouth.
“Oh my God, no!” she squawked, and started batting fountains of water at him. “Ash, do not. Don’t that’s—” Her knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on the edge of the tub.
“It’s what?” he asked around her toe.
Her mouth had rounded to make a silent groan. “It’s good,” she squeaked.
Yup, that’s what he figured.
“It shouldn’t be. It’s bad that it’s good. I mean, it’s my toes. Feet are kind of nasty.”
“I don’t think so.” He kneaded the arch of her foot, while he continued to work his tongue around the pad of the toe. Feet were simply a part of a person, the same as any other bit of them.
“It’s naughty…dirty… It’s really bad, naughty…” Ginny’s eyelids fluttered as her head lolled back against the side of the tub in obvious bliss.
Huh? Yeah, all right. He wasn’t sure how she figured that one out. How could sucking her toe be up there on the OMG scale, while going down on her was only a little bit wicked? Not that she’d actually said that, but she’d never freaked out over the idea of him teasing her clit, or said anything about it being ludicrously dirty.
“But the sort of naughty you like, right?”
