Play With Your Heart Strings (Re writting from Chapter 7)

Chapter 6

We pull up in front of the Richardson house, Kate pushes the car door open and runs toward the front door and throws up her stomach contents into the bush, well, what she hadn't emptied on my shoes at the party.

 I bolt out of the car, Mia slowly trailing behind me, as if she didn't care.

I pull Kate's hair out of her face and laugh.

"Carmen loves gardening, but not enough to clean boff out of her hedges." I joke, but Kate was a bit pre-occupied to laugh.

Mia appears next to me.

"I don't like her." Mia points out to herself.

"Oh Mia, don't be so fucking' selfish!" I growl as Kate stands up, wiping her mouth on the back of het sleeve.

"It's okay, I'm too drunk, I won't remember tomorrow morning!" Kate giggles, leaning on me.

She hickups.

"Come on Kate, I'll let you sleep in my bed and I'll bunk with Ash, again." I smile, "I'll get, you a mattress out."

"But, what if I don't want to sleep on the mattress, what if I want to sleep in your bed?!" Mia complains.

"Then you two can fight to the death I really don't care, I just want to go to bed and go to sleep." I reply, my voice calm but my eyes tired and weary.

"Alright, I'm sorry, you go to bed and I'll get one of the boys to get the mattress.

I smile. "Thanks.".

I open the front door and walk up the stairs and into Ash's room who was sitting on the bed, well, lying on the bed reading a motor bike magazine.

I close the door.

"hey babe." He says, without looking up from the magazine.

"Do you have porn hidden behind there, or something, I've never seen you read so intently before." I grin.

"Yeah," he looks up from the magazine and throws it on the floor. "Are you planning to sleep in here again?" He wiggles his eye brown.

"Yep." I reply.

I walk, over to the bed and crawl on top of him. Sitting on his legs.

"Haha," he laughs. "You do what ever you want, don't you." Ash smiles.

"Pretty much." I look at him, purposly pasting a cocky expression on my face.

I lean in toward him, pressing my lips again his, sliding up to sit on his stomach, which was hard and chiseled. (And yes, I actually mean his stomach.)

His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, asking, no, begging for entrance.

I open my mouth, letting it in.

I put my hands on the back of his neck, and he places his on my waist. I pull off his shirt quickly, and he pulls off mine.

We kneel on the bed in front of each other, and I begin to pull down his jeans and throw them to the other side of the room.

 **

 Ash rolls off me, panting.

"Wow." I pant to myself.

Ash is the best I have ever had, and to tell you the truth, he will be extremely hard to beat.

"Yup." Ash also breathes.

I look over at the digital clock on his bedside table, 4.00 am.

"Shit," I turn over and look at him. "It's 4.00 am, we've been doin' it for three hours!" I laugh.