“Really?”
“Yeah, sure. I met you, didn’t I?” he said, smoothing a handdown her hair. “Other than the fact that I nearly pulverized you,it was the best day of my life.”
Becky couldn’thelp but smile at his words. “Feel free to pulverize me like thatanytime you like, Kelley.”
“Fuck, Becky… you’re killing me,” he groaned as he pulled herin for a ravenous kiss.
Eventually,joining the Goths downstairs, she went right up to Keegan andstared at his hand, still worried about lingering damage. “What’sthat face for?” Keegan asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“Please, put Becky out of her misery and play your guitar forher,” Kell said, gently patting Becky on the head.
“Aw, you’re worried about my hand, Becky?” Keegan said, lookingfrom Becky to the guys. “I’m fine, really.” He watched as shetentatively stroked the back of his hand yet unconvinced. “Come,let’s all head into the garage and have ourselves a little jamsession.”
Without furtherencouragement, Kell, Crispin, and Becky put on their coats andboots and headed outside. Lingering behind, Keegan gave his head ashake. “She certainly has a way of growing on you, doesn’t she?” hesaid when Dorian sat down to put on his boots.
“That she does, my friend,” Dorian said with a knowing smile.“Once again, our little Becky weaves her magic.”
Moments later,Becky was blown away by Keegan’s guitar playing. Wow, and what adifference having him play lead, made for Crispin. It was insanehow awesome they looked and how amazing they sounded together. Whata transformation in Crispin! She hadn’t realized what he had meantbefore. Now she realized how having Keegan play lead guitar, freedCrispin up to be the true performer that he was. In that moment,Becky had no doubt that the Kingston Quartet were destined forgreatness.
Chapter 42
“Here you are,dormouse. This will make it all better, I promise,” Crispin said,handing her an ornate goblet, filled to the rim with dark redwine.
“Easy there, Crisp. She’s only little.” Dorian chuckled as hegot ready to go out.
“So what? It’s not like she’s driving anywhere tonight,”Crispin encouraged with a smile when Becky put the soothing liquidto her mouth and sipped.
Since it wasthe start of Christmas break, Becky had declared, that veryevening, to her housemates that she wanted to find out what beingdrunk was all about. She was in university after all!
Crispin wasmore than willing to help her out, pouring her glass after glass ofwine.
“Say hello to Heather for me,” Becky said, winking atDorian.
“You can tell her yourself, later,” he said as he picked up hiscar keys and left.
Stepping intothe kitchen, Kell could only shake his head. “Getting my girltipsy, are you?” He picked her up and placed her on the kitchencounter. She looked so helpless and cute, teetering about theplace, goblet in hand, trying very hard to appear worldly andsophisticated.
“Ah, why not? She may as well get drunk where she’s nice andsafe, eh?” Crispin said with a wicked smile and a wink as he walkedaway into the living room.
“Easy now,” Kelley said, watching her take a great big gulp ofwine.
“Kelley… it’s Christmastime,” she sputtered with a sloppysmile. “I’m allowed.”
“Only because it’s your first time.” He chuckled indulgently.“Feel free to go nuts, but just don’t make it a habit.”
“Can I go nuts on you?” she said, placing the goblet down andwrapping her arms around his neck.
“Why, you sexy little minx…” he said, dragging her butt closerto him, prying her lips open with his tongue. She tasted lovelywith the wine lingering on her breath. He offered her another sip,then quickly claimed her lips, drinking from her, his tongue,circling, exploring her mouth.
The man waspleasure personified. He could do no wrong as far as Becky wasconcerned. In fact, everything he did was incredibly hot. Shecouldn’t help but dig her fingers into his back. “Kelley… please…”she begged, squeezing her thighs around his slim hips, desperatelyseeking that lovely friction that she’d gotten accustomed to.
“Sh…” he breathed huskily as he slipped his hand down the backof her pants, sliding his fingers between her cheeks, delvingcloser and closer to the source of her discomfort. “How about alittle finger fucking, eh?” he whispered, glancing furtively overhis shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. “Will that help youout?”
“Yes…”
“You got it, love,” he said as he circled his fingers, once,twice around that quivering little nub of pleasure, before sinkinghis middle finger deep within her tight little channel. He couldn’thelp but want to go deeper, she felt so good, so warm.
“Uh huh…” she cried, stifling her voice into his shoulder, herfingers fisting around his hair.
“Fuck me, Becky. You feel amazing,” he groaned. “So tight, sofucking sexy. Baby, I want to fill you up so badly.” Not resisting,he inserted a second digit. Kell glanced at her often to make sureshe was okay. From the looks of her, he quickly surmised that shewas just fine. She was practically riding his hand, writhing inecstasy.
He nearly cameapart right there, just from the look on her beautiful, butinebriated face. He should feel guilty, but he couldn’t care lessat that moment. What mattered most was the feel of her shudderingagainst his hand. Her heavenly moisture pooled around his fingers,wetter than anything he’d ever experienced, so much so that hecouldn’t help but wonder…
“Oh, Becky, my God, what have I done?” he gasped when hewithdrew his fingers and inspected his hand. Blood… her blood wasall over his hand. “No, say it isn’t so.”
“What’s the matter, Kelley?” she slurred, completely unaware ofanything other than the fact that she felt wonderfullyweightless.
Distraught andguilt-ridden, Kelley panicked. He couldn’t tell her what he’d justdone, that he’d robbed her of her virginity with his hand on thekitchen counter of all places, with Crispin just down the hall noless.
She wasobviously under the influence of the wine, and he’d taken advantageof her. God, how could he have done such a thing? Oh, the guilt!She trusted him!
Quickly rinsingthe evidence away in the sink, he grabbed her around her behind andcarried her upstairs. “Oh, I love you, Kelley,” she murmured,resting her head on his shoulder, feeling all warm and fuzzy.
“Ugh…
