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Unspeakable Relations

Summary: "There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable."

Chapter Three

Ashley made a noise low in her throat and squirmed under Ricky yet their bodies barely touched as they continued to kiss. Her arms were wrapped around his back under the suit jacket as her fingertips caressed. His hands rested on the arm rest of the sofa on either side of her head, one of them, the left wrapped into a tight fist in her hair.

She untucked both the white button up collared shirt and under shirt from his gray slacks. Her fingers trailed up and down his back. He groaned appreciatively. She gasped as his right hand roughly grabbed the back of her left thigh, placed, and held it at his hip. He settled most of his weight on her. She moaned. She wrapped her right leg around his hip and tightened the left one already there. He trailed kisses down her neck. He settled at her collar bone as he kissed, nipped, licked, and sucked. She shivered and moaned his name. He stilled his movements. He took a deep breath and pulled away.

"Ash," He started to apologize, but she interrupted him.

"Don't Ricky." She demanded. She sat up and pulled the skirt of her dress down from her hips where it had been bunched up. She smoothed the lined wrinkles out of it. "Don't apologize or say that you regret it, because I don't."

"Did you eat at the reception?" He asked abruptly.

"Not really, why?" She responded as she stared at him confused at the abrupt and random change of subject.

"Let's go to the Dairy Shack." He stated as his eyes gave her a once over then winced.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Here." He said as he took off the suit jacket and handed it to her.

"What?" She asked. He lightly touched her collar bone. She looked down and noticed that a hickey had quickly formed. She pursed her lips as she took the jacket and shrugged it on. As they were walking out the door, Ricky grabbed her hand and they walked hand in hand to his car. Neither saw or felt the death glare directed toward them from a car parked in the parking lot across the street.

"Can we stop at my house first?" She asked as he opened the car door for her. "I don't have my wallet."

"Don't worry about it, it's on me." Ricky assured. "But if you want to stop by your house on the way there, it's fine with me."

"No, it's okay." She smiled. There was a comfortable silence between them as he drove until she broke that silence. "So I can be on the same page tomorrow, what are you going to tell my parents, because most likely my dad will want to speak with you alone."

"The truth." He replied.

"Which truth?" She pondered. "There are different type of truths."

"Ashley," He stated amused at the irony. "The true truth. That we care about each other and see where it's going to lead."

"We both know that my dad will bring up sex." Ashley stated.

"Yes." He agreed.

"What will you tell him?" Ashley bluntly asked.

"It's nonexistent." He replied.

"When he doesn't believe you? What will you do?" She asked concerned that he would lose control like he had when her dad and Amy confronted him when he and she had returned from furniture shopping.

"We'll see when it happens." Ricky stated as he clenched his jaw. He was not looking forward to that part of the discussion, because he knew that no matter what he said, George or anyone for that matter, would not believe him. "So while George is talking to me, Anne will be interrogating you." He paused as he glanced in her direction and raised an eyebrow in interest before he turned his attention back to the road. "What are you gonna say?"

"That it's none of her business." She stated in a standoffish tone..

"Ashley." He stated in disbelief. "You have to tell her something."

"I'll talk to my dad and you can talk to her" Ashley declared. "She likes you more than me."

"Ashley." He sighed. "That's not going to work and you know it. George will want to tear into me."

"He will." She agreed then sighed in almost surrender. "My mom upsets me."

"I know." Ricky stated as he turned into the parking lot of the Dairy Shack. "She upsets me too sometimes, but she's still your mother. She loves you and would do anything to protect you."

Ashley sighed in agreement and rolled her eyes. "You're right."

"I usually am." Ricky boasted arrogantly. She rolled her eyes again and looked in the side view mirror and flinched.

"Let's go somewhere else." Ashley abruptly suggested as she tapped her left fingers on her left thigh as she continued to look in the side view mirror.

"Why?" Ricky asked suspicious of her abruptness.

"My dad just turned into the parking lot."

"I know.." Ricky revealed then added with a dry chuckle. "He's been following us."

"How long?" Ashley asked pissed off.

"I don't know how long he's been following us." Ricky answered as he pulled into a parking space.

"No," Ashley stated, unbuckled the seat belt, and turned her body so that her back was to the door. She asked how long have you known he was following us."

"I noticed two stop lights ago. He made it really obvious. He stopped about three car lengths behind us." Ricky answered unconcerned that George had followed them. He paused then pleaded. "Please, Ashley, don't do it."

"Don't do what?" Ashley replied sweetly. Ashley did not do sweet. Ricky swallowed.

"Whatever you're thinking. Please don't do it. Whatever it is, it won't be good. Don't make a scene, George is walking this way. I"m going to get out of the car. Don't get out until I open your door." Ricky stated.

"Whatever." Ashley replied. Ricky did as he told her. She stepped out of the car as soon as he opened her door. George sped his pace up and got to them as the passenger side door was closed.

"Hello, Mr. Juergens." Ricky greeted with a smile in the attempt to mollify him, but only added to George's irritation.

"Why aren't you answering your phone? What the hell are you doing with him?" George glared at Ashley. "With his jacket on for heaven's sake!"

"Dad, I left my phone at home and this is not the time or place for this discussion. I thought we were going to talk about this in the morning at home." Ashley retorted.

"Mr. Juergens, Ashley and Grant had a misunderstanding," Ricky interjected as his jaw clenched at the understatement. "At Mr. and Mrs. Boykevich's reception. She didn't get to eat so I've brought her here." Ricky paused then stated. "Would you like to join us?"

Both Ashley and George shot him looks of disbelief. Ashley's mouth gaped open in shock.

"As a matter of fact, I would." George replied jubilant at the possibility of playing chaperone. Ashley groaned. George continued. "I haven't had me some Dairy Shack for a while."

"We had it the other night." Ashley corrected dryly before she walked towards the entrance of the restaurant leaving both Ricky and George standing.

"So, Ricky, have you tried their new flavored shake?" George asked conversationally as they began to walk toward the entrance to catch up with Ashley. Ricky shook his head no and in tiny disbelief that George was ignoring the bright pink, yellow, purple, and lime green elephant between them. He inwardly sighed and decided that he would be mentally prepared for tomorrow morning's conversation, because he knew that George would no longer (or Anne and Amy) would ignore the elephant that was his relationship with Ashley, the aunt of John, his son.

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