“Well, aren’t you perky this morning?” Keegan chuckled, giving her a playful slap on the butt.
“Ouch…” Becky gasped, rubbing away the sting.
“Hey, keep you hands off the goods, fucker,” Kell growled, snapping out of his thoughts.
“Whoa, Kell, settle down. Just being friendly,” Keegan said with a roll of his eyes.
“Go be friendly somewhere else,” Kell hissed, avoiding eye contact with Becky.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Becky said, taking his hand, studying his tense jaw, seeing the conflict in his eyes.
“Seriously, Kell, apparently it’s not all that bad,” Crispin snickered, casually sitting at the table, flipping through the multitudes of flyers.
“Fuck off, you,” Kell muttered once again, turning his attention to the backyard.
Kelley’s mood swings were nothing new to Becky but darned if he was going to bring her down today. Whatever it was that was bothering him, couldn’t possibly be all that bad. Or was it?
Never mind, all she wanted at that moment was to get some coffee, have breakfast and flip through flyers. She still hadn’t gotten her Christmas shopping done and with three eccentric Goths and a Steampunk to buy presents for, she was getting quite overwhelmed.
“So, what do you want for Christmas?” she asked, sitting down beside Crispin.
Feeling wicked and wanting to make a jab at Kell, Crispin couldn’t help himself. “I’ll tell you what I want, dormouse…” he said with a suggestive curl to his lips.
“One more word out of you, fucker, and I’ll…”
“Kelley, stop it!” Becky shouted, surprising everyone with her reaction. Even Kelley could only blink at the tiny sprite of a girl.
“Oh, shit, now you’ve gone and done it,” Keegan snickered off to the side.
“Seriously!” Grabbing the seething six foot three Goth by the hand, she attempted to drag him out of the kitchen. “What is your problem?”
As cute as she was in his shirt, Kell was not about to let her drag him around like a child. Ignoring the snickers from his male housemates, he took one step into the hall then yanked her backward, hard against his chest.
“Huh… Kelley?” she cried, winded and shocked by his unexpected use of force.
“I believe you have me mistaken, my love,” he hissed in her ear. “I don’t take kindly to being led around, like a pussy-whipped schoolboy.”
“S-s-sorry…” she stuttered, standing as still as a spooked bunny.
“Too late for sorry,” he said, grabbing her around the hips, flipping her over his shoulder and taking her upstairs, two steps at a time.
“Kelley… stop…” She giggled nervously, wiggling to get free.
“You, stop!” he growled, smacking her behind. He’d been agonizing all night about what he’d done. Here she was all smiles and giggles. It was enough to make him crazy with want of her.
“Kelley…” She laughed throatily as he tossed her onto his bed and made quick work of ridding her of her clothes. The scarier he thought he looked, the more she smiled at him. In fact, she was giddy with excitement, watching as he stood up and proceeded to purposely strip himself of his own clothing.
Mockingly smiling back at her, he grabbed her by the ankles and abruptly flipped her onto her belly. “This will teach you… for dragging me around.” He snickered when she let out an involuntary squeak. “Ordering me about…”
“Huh…” Becky quickly lost her sense of humour and got real nervous. He meant business. He wasn’t playing around. “Kelley?”
“Don’t you Kelley, me!” He pulled her backside up and forcefully pressed her shoulders down, flat on the bed.
“Hey? What are you…?” she gasped, feeling his fingers sliding up and down her vulnerable and very much exposed flesh.
“Teaching you a lesson,” he said, leaning down and giving her butt cheek a playful bite.
“Ooh!” She jumped, caught off guard.
“Sliding his tongue over the same spot, he then repeated the bite and lick pattern all around her lovely derriere. Dipping his nose in between her lovely round cheeks, he kissed and licked her everywhere.
“Ooh… yes…” she cried, grappling onto the pillow. He had her quivering uncontrollably while he continued his sweet assault on her body.
Greedily spreading her treasures with his fingers, he went in for the kill.
“Ooh, yes, please…” she squealed.
“Bad girl…” he growled, shoving his tongue into her tight little channel. “Yes, indeed,” he murmured, ramming his tongue in and out of her body, watching, tasting her excitement take over. Burying his face into her, he groaned heartily, while pressing her down with his other hand. He didn’t relent until she was a quivering mess of orgasmic bliss.
“What do you think of that?” he gloated, flipping her onto her back and caging her underneath him, pressing her hands down on either side of her head.
“I think I like dragging you around,” she panted, smiling up at him.
“Why, you… lusty little tart.” He chuckled, lowering his weight onto her. He kissed her once, twice, three times slowly and greedily. His significant erection pulsed painfully against her moisture slick entrance. He could take her. Right then and there. She wouldn’t even know what hit her.
“Please, Kelley, yes,” she said, arching her hips.
“Becky, open your pretty eyes.”
She did as he asked, looking into his gentle gaze. “I’m sorry for what I did,” he confessed, resting his forehead against hers.
“Don’t be. I loved it,” she said a tad confused. “Why are you apologizing? You didn’t frighten me if that’s what you think.”
“Aw, Becky, I don’t mean for just now. I mean for what I did last night. For stealing your virginity like that,” he said, blinking back a tear.
“Oh… that,” she said, placing a little kiss on his lips.
“Yes, that,” he croaked, realizing then that she clearly understood what had happened. He felt like a fool, thinking how ridiculous his plan to keep it from her was. Releasing her hands, he held her face between his palms. “I got carried away. You just felt so good. You were drunk, irresistibly so and I took advantage.”
“Aww… stop it. Don’t worry,” she soothed, holding him tight around his broad shoulders. “I may have been drinking, but I wasn’t completely out of it. I was there with you. I loved it. It was wonderful. Don’t feel bad.”
“But… I had a plan, a nice romantic escape.” With every sentence they spoke, he unwittingly nudged into her body inch by inch.
“Oh… yeah?” she gasped, wrapping her legs around him.
“Yes, just the two of us… away from here.” He braced himself, lowering his hips, allowing her body to accommodate his substantial girth. “Becky…”
“Take me, Kelley, please…” she cried, strangling her voice by biting into his shoulder. His fingers may be large, but nothing like that of which was making its way into her body right now. “Uh… ow… it hurts…”
“Fuck…” he gasped, attempting to pull away.
“No… please, stay,” she pleaded, grabbing his gorgeous behind and pressing him into her.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” he lamented, allowing her to take the lead.
“It has to be… done…” she moaned, feeling him breach the walls of her untried passage. Slowly, very slowly, his desire took over and Kelley was no longer able to control his need to move.
“God, Becky, hold on to me… bite me, scratch me, do whatever you need to do…” he growled, unleashing his restraint. He gave into his desire, thrust after thrust, deep into her acquiescing little body. “Becky… I want you… I need you.”
Becky could only hold on and trust that she’d survive this amazing experience. From pain to pleasure, she travelled back and forth, over and over. He kissed her, drowning out her cries, cradling her head, hugging her body to his. He felt wonderful, from the tight muscles of his back, and those of his thighs a
s she ran her hands freely over him.
“You are so irresistible,” he whispered in her ear. “I tried so hard to stay away.”
“I want you here,” she cried.
“I wanted to do it right,” he gasped, ramping up his speed, pivoting her hips upwards with a strong hand.
“If this is wrong, then I don’t even want to know…” she said, rolling her eyes back in ecstasy.
“Come, baby, come,” he beseeched her, so close to his own release. He rolled his hips, giving her the friction she sought. She was beautiful. He couldn’t help but stare at her. He’d never get enough of her, the throaty sound of her voice.
“Uh… huh… yes…” she cried out, locking eyes with his obsidian depths. Taking him in, reaching for his hair, she grabbed hold of his blood-red streaks and pulled with all her might.
“Aw… fuck, Becky…” he cried, pumping into her, watching her come apart. She was at that moment the most beautiful sight in the world. His little Becky, right where he needed her most. Unable to contain himself any longer, he quickly withdrew from her and exploded all over her belly.
“Damn… that was close…”
“Yikes…” she said, catching her breath, realizing what might have just happened.
“Yeah, we’ll have to look into that next.” He chuckled, plying her with soft kisses. “I should have been more careful, but I won’t apologize. I wanted to feel you the first time, with nothing between us.”
“It was perfect,” she said, hugging his head to her chest as he carefully wiped her belly down with a handy t-shirt. “I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
“You’re perfect,” he said, tossing the shirt aside and climbing back between her thighs. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, looking into his ebony eyes.
He had to smile. She was being so very brave. His little Becky. He could tell that she was overwhelmed but too shy to admit it. Such a gentle little soul, she was.
“Of course, you are…” He bent his head and kissed her, his tongue sweeping over her puffy lips. He brushed kisses over the bridge of her nose, her forehead, and her dewy cheeks. “You’ll forever be fine, for as long as you are mine.”
“As long as…?” she repeated unsure. What did that mean? Were they not to be together always? Was this only temporary?
Not registering her doubts, Kelley continued to kiss her, blissfully unaware of her insecurities. His only thoughts were of her supple little body, lying safely beneath his. Wanting to comfort her, imagining the pain she might be in, he gently rolled away from her.
Peeking into the hall to make sure the coast was clear, he then returned to her side and gathered her up in his blanket.
“Kelley?”
“Sh… let me,” he said, carrying her into the bathroom. He placed her on her feet and proceeded to turn the shower on. He then helped her into the tub and joined her, drawing the curtain around them.
Feeling something between joy and sorrow, Becky let him look after her. It’s what he did best. It might not be forever, but she’d take it for as long as she could. Funny how the mind works, going up and down from one moment to the next. Watching him soap up the puffy loofa, she wondered what she would do when he was no longer with her. Whenever that may be. Perhaps at the end of the school year. Perhaps when he graduated college in a years time. No doubt, she would have to move on. Maybe move back to Toronto. She’d have to find a place of her own. Away from the House of Goths. Away from Dorian and Crispin. Away from Kelley…
“Love, why the long face?” he asked, slowly skimming the loofa over her skin.
“It’s nothing…” she said, refusing to give into her insecurities. They had just shared a magical moment. She was not about to let her fears ruin it.
“A little overwhelming, isn’t it?” he guessed.
“Yes, that’s all it is,” she agreed, resting her back against him while he massaged the shampoo into her hair.
“Well, you’re in good hands.” He hugged her close. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Yes…”
“You’re a little sore, I imagine?”
“A little bit, yes,” she whispered as he leaned in and ran his soapy hand, gently between her legs. “It was worth it, though,” she said with a smile.
“Aw…” He winced, hugging her tighter. “You weren’t afraid of me back there, were you? I mean when I went all caveman on you?”
“Of course not,” she said with a throaty giggle. “I like it when you play all tough like that.”
“Tough, but never rough.” He snuck a kiss on her cheek.
Chapter 45
The next few days around the house were pure bliss as far as Becky was concerned. For the most part, everyone was happy enough to laze around the place. Mornings were spent at the breakfast table, perusing local flyers for sales. Afternoons were spent napping in various rooms, and evenings were spent watching movies together in the front room.
Dorian was all smiles, coming and going with Heather, running off upstairs together for hours on end, while Keegan was happy enough to lounge about. Becky and Kelley couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They were always sneaking off into dark corners, to make out away from prying eyes.
Crispin, on the other hand, went from melancholy to all out misery. While he was happy for his housemates, it was killing him to be around all that domestic bliss.
Christmas Eve morning, Becky greeted the unhappy Goth in the kitchen, just as he’d poured himself a cup of coffee.
“Are you off to see Gracie, today?” Becky asked as he kindly poured her a cup.
“Why would I do that?” he asked, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
“To give her your present?” she suggested. “Perhaps she’ll change her mind when she sees the pretty bracelet. She’ll realize how thoughtful you are.”
“Fat chance of that ever happening…” he said, giving her a quirky smile.
Becky sat beside him and observed the sullen expression on his otherwise beautiful face. “What a terrible waste,” she said, reaching out and lightly stroking his dark wavy mane. “She doesn’t deserve you, Crispin.”
“She’s better off without me,” he said, gazing out the back window.
“She doesn’t appreciate what she’s got, foolish girl,” Becky said, placing her hand over his. “I just can’t understand why she would pass up the chance at…”
“That’s enough, Becky,” he said with a frown. “I know you think you’re helping, but you’re not.”
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s just that… you have a way of filling me up with hope,” he said, turning his fingers around and grabbing hold of her hand.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“It is, when you’re me.” He gave her hand a firm squeeze, then got up and left the kitchen.
Moments later, Dorian and Heather appeared, all smiles and giggles. “Good morning, you two,” Becky said, watching as Heather’s cheeks flushed at being caught. The two of them couldn’t even be bothered to get properly dressed. Dorian showed up wearing only sweat pants, his heavily tattooed chest on display. Heather wore only an oversized t-shirt of his, and fluffy slippers on her feet.
“Hi, Becky,” Heather chirped, standing by as Dorian proceeded to make her breakfast.
“Hey, you…” Dorian said, ruffling Becky’s hair. “Want eggs? I’m making everyone breakfast!” he announced proudly.
“Sure thing, Dorian,” Becky smiled as Heather sat down at the table.
“Isn’t he amazing?” Heather said with a sigh.
“He is that,” Becky agreed, watching the dynamics between these two seemingly opposites. Heather with her blonde hair and fresh face. Dorian, well, what could she say other than he wasn’t exactly the type of guy that Becky imagined Heather would be into, yet here they were, so obviously into each other.
And then there was Kelley… Becky couldn’t contain her admiration when he entered the kitchen, all dressed up so early i
n the morning. The man rarely dressed down. Not that she was complaining. He was absolutely gorgeous in his glorious Gothness.
“Good morning, love.” He greeted Becky first with a kiss on the cheek. “Heather, how are you?”
“Fine…” Heather said suddenly very shy. She was like that, Becky observed. When it was just her and Dorian, Heather was quite comfortable and chatty but as soon as any of the other guys appeared, she immediately clammed up.
“Dorian’s making us breakfast!” Becky said, following Kell’s glorious butt with her eyes as he poured himself some coffee. Sometimes, she still couldn’t quite believe that this mouth-watering specimen of hunky manliness was all hers.
“Is that right? Then I’ll have mine over easy, mate,” he said, playfully slapping Dorian on the shoulder.
Chapter 46
“Not so fast, love,” Kell said, catching Becky on her way to the couch. Before she could escape him, he nabbed her around the waist.
“Kelley…” She giggled, going limp in his fortress-like arms. “I was hoping for a little after breakfast nap.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for napping later,” he said into her ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck. “Now, go on upstairs and get dressed. We’re going out.”
“We are?” she said, surprised. After the last few days of doing nothing but rolling around in bed together, it was almost weird to think about going out into the real world. “Where?”
“Never mind, just meet me back downstairs in half an hour,” he said, giving her a lusty squeeze around her middle.
Suddenly excited at the idea of spending the day out with Kelley, Becky did as she was told. She went straight to her room and picked out a pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved blue henley. Overtop she wore a cream coloured cardigan. It had turned awfully cold these last few days and layers were essential. Fluffing her hair and dusting on a little make-up, she was ready within twenty minutes.
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