I looked at Eric who in turn was looking at Quinn with concern. We needed to calm him down. Yeah, I wasn’t too happy about the situation, but I was also sure Rory had his reasons. Besides, Ash hated being cooped up at home all day even though Eric had been giving her work to do.
“Before you go off on a murder spree, we need to find out where they’ve gone and why.”
Quinn turned and glared at Eric.
“I don’t care why. He knows better.”
Eric sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before pushing his hair off his face.
“Let me try calling him, okay? You’ll only bite his head off.”
I swear Quinn wanted to strangle him, but he nodded and paced away again. Eric pulled out his phone and dialled Rory’s number. He frowned after a few minutes.
“It went straight to voicemail.”
“Try Ash,” I said, hoping beyond hope she would answer.
He fiddled with his phone before putting it against his ear. The look on his face told me everything. Hers had gone to voicemail too.
“Don’t fucking tell me, neither of them are answering,” Quinn almost shouted.
“I’ll try again.”
I didn’t think Eric would get through to them but I waited whilst he did. He shook his head after lowering the phone.
“I’m sure they’re fine,” I said even though I was worried they weren’t.
“Why wouldn’t he answer? Why the fuck wouldn’t he tell us? Fuck. Fuck!”
“I’ll leave him a voicemail, hold on,” Eric said before he turned away and tried again. “Rory, it’s Eric, can you please call me when you get this? We know you took Ash out and we just want to know if you’re both okay.”
“Fucking tell him he’s a dead man,” came Quinn’s voice.
“You can ignore that if you heard it, just call us, okay?”
Eric hung up and sighed.
“Guess the only thing we can do is wait,” I said, taking his hand and pulling him back towards the living room. “Might as well finish our film, eh?”
“And leave him alone?” He nodded his head at Quinn so I grabbed his hand too and dragged him along with us.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he ground out.
“You’re going to sit with us and calm the fuck down. I don’t trust you alone.”
For once in his life, Quinn didn’t say anything. He let me pull him into the living room and press him down into one of the armchairs. Eric and I curled back up on the sofa together. I was a little surprised he snuggled up with me in front of Quinn, but I wasn’t going to question it. Quinn dropped his head into his hands and let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
“What if he doesn’t take care of her? What if something happens?”
“Do you really think Rory would put her in danger?” Eric asked.
“No… I know he cares about her. I mean I’m pretty fucking sure he loves her.”
“Then we just need to let them do whatever it is they’re doing and wait for him to call.”
Eric was right. We could trust Rory to look after Ash. He’d never let anything happen to her. I swear that boy had himself in knots over her. He’d held back for so long, no wonder he wanted some time alone with her away from everything and everyone.
“I know… I’m still fucking mad, but I know.”
He raised his head and sat back, indicating with his hand we should put the film back on. Eric reached for the remote and hit play. Quinn didn’t usually sit with us to watch films, but he was better off here than stewing by himself.
“They’re going to be okay, aren’t they?” I whispered to Eric.
“I hope so, Xavi,” he whispered back. “I really fucking hope so.”
And so did I.
Chapter 33
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her if I tried. Ash was the most beautiful girl in the world and she was mine. Mine and theirs. I saw it so clearly. The way we all fit together. And this, right here, was the moment I knew I wanted this forever. Her forever. Me, her and the boys. That was how it had to be.
“We belong together,” I whispered. “All of us.”
Her smile set my heart on fire. There we were, the two of us, her with torn clothes and me buried deep inside her in the middle of a forest, laying amongst the leaves and dirt knowing we couldn’t be closer than we were now.
“Ror…”
“Little star…”
That’s when I moved again, not rough this time, but slow and deep. She whimpered with each stroke as her hands flexed against mine. Her eyes were intent on mine, the crystal blue so bright even in the low light. My goddess with her halo of blonde hair spread out around her.
“Are we still playing?” she whispered.
My lips curved up.
“Fuck yes, we are.” I intended to carry out this fantasy to its conclusion. “Fight me, little star.”
Her eyes darkened and then she was trying to escape me. Her hands pressed up against mine and her hips bucked.
“Stop… I don’t want this.”
I held her down and fucked her harder, slamming my cock up inside her again and again.
“Liar. You love it when I fuck you like this. You fucking love my big cock inside your tight, wet little pussy. And it’s so fucking wet for me right now.”
“No!”
I pressed her hands harder into the dirt.
“Yes, you want to get fucked rough and raw just like the dirty girl you are. Dirty girls want to be covered in fucking mud and their little holes used and abused.”
She struggled, but I held her too tight. She couldn’t get away and I knew she didn’t really want to. I pulled away abruptly and grabbed her by the waist before she had a chance to protest. Flipping her up onto her hands and knees, I shoved her shoulders against the ground and pulled one
