Chapter 14
They set off that evening.
Rob had lounged around the flat for most of the day in his comfy clothes, and had only begun to pack after Eli had forced him to have another shower, check the welts, and eat lunch. The tired pleasure hadn’t really left, though, and where normally aftercare had a short window before Rob started to protest, Eli was allowed to indulge that day. And he enjoyed it.
Danny had reappeared at lunchtime, buggered off again at three, and then returned at five with an eight pack of ginger beer and a big grin—although thankfully absent the stench of weed this time.
“Who’s driving first leg?” he asked.
“You,” Eli said, before Rob could so much as open his mouth. “Pack the car; I need to kidnap Rob for one last thing.”
“Dirty fuckers,” Danny complained, but di
