Exactly whatwas he up to? Suddenly, the amorous Goth was all over her, not thatshe was complaining.
“I just figured, if you were ever curious, now would be as gooda time as any to have a drink. Don’t worry, I’ll look afteryou.”
Why not? Shewas of age. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to seewhat she might be like after a few alcoholic beverages. Besides,she’d be safe… from harm anyway. Nothing bad would happen toher while under his watchful eye, of that he was sure.
“Maybe next time,” Becky said suddenly shy. She took a sip ofginger ale in an attempt to cool herself off.
“All right, love,” he said with a crooked smile while givingher knee a lusty squeeze. “No pressure.”
He was fuckedand he didn’t even care. All he could imagine at that moment washaving his way with her right on that barstool. She was fuckingirresistible and so damn sweet.
Becky couldn’teven think straight anymore. Kelley’s proximity and heated gazewere doing crazy things to her insides. Wait until she got himhome. She’d be sneaking into his bed, just like he’d suggested thatmorning. Only she would be looking for more than just comfort.
“Kelley…” She gazed into the inky abyss of his black eyes. Fora moment, it was only them. Everyone else faded away and she brokeout in goosebumps.
“Oh, Becky, I love it when you say my name.” He leaned in evercloser, pressing their foreheads together. Their lips weremillimetres apart.
Suddenly,Dorian and Crispin returned, looking as if nothing had gone amiss.They started to clean up the stage.
Hearing them,Kelley snapped out of his daze and gave his head a shake. Thank Godfor that or his tongue would have been down Becky’s throat beforeshe even knew what hit her.
Bracing himself, he grabbed his beer and took a good longswig. Damn, that was close.
“Sorry, Becky…” He frowned, upset with himself. What was hethinking? He shouldn’t be acting this way. Becky deserved betterthan him. “I suppose I should give them a hand,” he grumbled. “Willyou be all right here or would you rather get back in thebooth?”
Recognizing theregret in his voice, and overall posture, Becky dropped her handsfrom his shoulders and averted her eyes from him. He was pullingaway from her again. Why?
“I’m okay here,” Becky assured him. Besides, she had a betterview of things from the bar. She was determined to remain positive.To be honest, she was enjoying herself. She felt quite grown up andsophisticated sitting up there on that barstool.
“Be right back, love.”
Becky turnedher attention to her drink for a moment, gazing into the floatybubbles. Would she ever figure out what was going on in Kelley’shead? Probably not. He wasn’t one to share much. Whatever, at leastbeing out was a nice change from sitting around the house on herown.
Moments latershe looked up from her glass and took in the scene from around thebar. By now, the place was teeming with college students, lookingfor a night of drinking and partying with their friends. Amongstthe goths were others of every type. Mainstreamers or mundanes asCrispin would say, jocks, hipsters, you name it, they were allthere in their little cliquey clusters.
She turned herattention once again to the stage and watched as the guys rolled upcables, dismantled the drum set and took down the banner. She wasalmost tempted to pinch herself, so chuffed she was to beassociated with these sexy guys. Even now she could see a bunch ofgirls off to the side making eyes at them. She couldn’t fault themeither. They were awesome.
Dorian wasquite liking the attention, smiling and winking at them. Crispinwould flash them the occasional smile, albeit a forced one. Kelley,on the other hand, spared them no time at all.
Watching himfrom a distance, she could understand why people tended to steerclear of the tall dark Goth. He was quite intimidating. Even now,he had such a purposeful expression on his face. Good thing she’dseen through his cold hard exterior to the real man inside.
She smiled, recalling the first day they’d met. The day he’dpractically crushed her. At first, she’d been so overwhelmed byhim. But then he’d been so kind and thoughtful to her.Sweet misunderstood Kelley.
Snappingherself out of her musings, she self-consciously looked aroundherself. Just then she caught sight of none other than Jax enteringthe bar. The scoundrel had two very attractive girls with him, oneon each arm. Suddenly her heart was racing yet she didn’tunderstand why. Okay, so he was gorgeous, but so what? He was alsoan insensitive jerk.
Sadly, shecouldn’t deny that she still had feelings for the guy. Obviously,he hadn’t given her another thought.
She immediatelylooked away but not before Jax made eye contact with her. Great,way to ruin a perfectly nice evening! Hopefully, he would justdisappear among the crowd. Suddenly, Becky wanted nothing more thanto go home.
Moments later,she felt an undeniable presence at her side. Without seeing him,she knew exactly who it was. Reluctantly, she looked up from herlap and stared into Jax’s icy blue eyes.
“What do you want?” She frowned.
“Becks, what a pleasant surprise,” he said, looking her up anddown. Damn, she was cute. If only he had the patience and time forit all. Still, he couldn’t help but want her. She was the sweetestthing.
“What happened to your girlfriends?” she asked, looking up athim.
“They’re around here somewhere,” he said with a shrug ofindifference. Gazing at her, he licked his lips. “What brings youhere, Becks?” Signalling for the bartender, he ordereddrinks.
“I came to watch the band.”
“Aw, yes, the band,” he repeated, looking over his shoulder,catching the murderous glare from Kell. Turning his attention backto the bartender he pretended to remain cool and unaffected.“What’d I miss? Did they fuck up again?” he asked, sliding one ofthe drinks towards Becky.
“The were awesome, actually. Hey, what’s this?” She frownedsuspiciously.
“A Black Russian,” he explained, taking a swig of his own.“Thought you might like something a little stronger than thatgirlie pop you’ve been sipping.”
Determined toshow him that she was not a little girl, Becky grabbed the drinkand put it to her lips.
“Go on, give it a go,” Jax said, raising a perfectly linedeyebrow. “If you can handle it.”
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