A Long Way Back (Unfinished Business #2) - Barbara Elsborg Page 0,110
freedom he didn’t have in London. Tay knew how he felt.
He was glad he’d come home. He was even more glad that Ink was with him. All he had to now was make him want to stay. He’d heard what Ink had said about the way people might behave if they knew who he was. If something bad happened, he and Ink would find another place to live. It wasn’t fair to his family to drag them into this, but he wasn’t going to give up on Ink.
When Dog finally deigned to go back into the house, Tay locked the door. He made himself a coffee and a Marmite sandwich and sat at the table with his laptop. He didn’t want to disturb Ink while he was sleeping.
The Covent Garden attack was still big news. Nothing more important had replaced it in the headlines. Tay read everything he could find, but the same information was more or less repeated site to site. Two male attackers, in their twenties, one dead, the other in custody. Some grievance against the treatment of migrants crossing the Channel was mentioned. Tay sighed. The victims were a mixture of white, black and Asian. Five dead. Twenty injured.
Some details were given of those who’d tried to subdue the attackers. Ink was described as a young, dark-haired white guy who’d used a crutch to defend others against the knifemen. Two other have-a-go heroes were named and had given interviews, modestly downplaying their efforts.
Tay’s heart jumped when one article made a link to the London Bridge attack where members of the public had also stepped in to stop a knifeman. One of those heroes had turned out to be a convicted murderer, out on day release. The comments of the murdered girl’s family made Tay swallow hard. How could a cold-blooded killer be a hero? He was scum who’d strangled a girl and cut her throat. ‘People don’t change,’ one of her relatives had said.
He bit back his groan. In setting those details alongside Ink having discharged himself from hospital, they were implying he had a reason to run. Shit. The reporter wasn’t named, but Tay wondered if it was Carter. Tay also watched every piece of footage of the attack. One of the people who’d recorded what was happening on his phone, could be heard laughing. Tay ground his teeth. Ink’s face wasn’t crystal clear on any of the clips, but clear enough for Tay to recognise him. Clear enough for Carter too. Who else?
Was there any way they could be traced to Northumberland? Had he done enough to keep Ink safe?
THE NEXT MORNING, TAY WOKE to find a mouth around his cock, and bit back his groan. It was hard not to react, not to move, but Tay kept his eyes closed and his breathing even for as long as he could and let Ink take this to its natural conclusion. But, at the end, he tensed as his balls drew up and exploded into that warm, wet mouth. He felt Ink crawling back up the bed and the pressure of his head hitting the pillow next to his.
“I am not fooled,” Ink said.
Tay yawned and opened his eyes. “What about?”
Ink laughed. “I’m still not fooled. You lasted slightly longer than before. Maybe that’s because you thought you were dreaming how lucky you were.”
Tay smiled. “I am lucky. I have you to practise with until I get it right and I’m a slow learner. Remedial level. Years behind the average gay guy. How are you feeling?”
“Much better.”
“Good. We have a busy day. You’re booked in at a very exclusive hair salon for a cut and dye. The removal guys will be here sometime this morning. I need to see if I can drive in a straight line without hitting anything and if I can, I’m going to take you out. Even though I don’t think I’d get very far, I’d like to go to the beach.”
“You can cut hair?” Ink asked.
“I did my horse’s mane and tail. Blue seemed quite pleased. He didn’t bite me.”
Ink chuckled. “I went down and let Dog out so we don’t have to get up yet.”
“Someone’s already up.” Tay wrapped his hand around Ink’s cock.
Ink threw the covers back and they wrapped themselves around each other, humping, snogging and sucking. Tay pinned Ink on his back and thrust his arms under Ink’s, cupping them together under Ink’s head as they rutted and kissed.