When she wipedherself, she noticed a tinge of redness. It took her a moment torealize what that meant. It couldn’t be her period since she’d justfinished up last week. She couldn’t help but smile. He’d been soworried about hurting her, yet she didn’t recall anything butpleasure last night. He’d put his fingers in her before, but lastnight, on the kitchen counter, he must have gone deeper. She smiledwider at the memory. The man was a master with his hands. Ifanything, she was excited at the prospect of what came next. Heshould have no reason to be hesitant now! Overjoyed, she washed upand left the bathroom.
She paused just outside Dorian’s door when she heard gigglingand whispers from within his room. Aww…good for you. Becky smiled to herself asshe went downstairs.
She passed thefront room first, seeing Crispin in there, fussing over his latestpainting. “Good morning,” she said, sneaking up behind him andgiving him a friendly hug. He’d been so sad lately, stillheartbroken over Gracie.
“Aw… Becky,” he said, wrapping his arm back around her. “Sweetlittle dormouse, how are you feeling?” Truth was, he’d been feelingawful for any part he’d taken in her unfortunate deflowering. Ifhadn’t been so eager to get her drunk, none of it would havehappened.
“Just a little achy,” she lamented, resting her head on hisback.
“I’ll kill him, I swear,” he groaned guiltily.
“Kill who?” She chuckled, confused. “The winemaker? Seriously,it’s not all that bad. Just a little headache. It’s to be expected,isn’t it?”
“Headache? Oh, yes, of course,” he said with a sigh. “Too muchwine will do that.” He turned and held her away from him, studyingher. “Forgive me?”
“Crispin, don’t be silly. I told you I wanted to get drunk.Isn’t that what college life is all about? Getting drunk with yourfriends and having a good time.”
“I suppose…” he said, realizing that she was obviously none theworse for wear. Perhaps he’d been worried about nothing. She wasall smiles, that’s what mattered in the end. “Come, let’s get ussome breakfast.”
Entering thekitchen first, Crispin noticed Kelley standing by the window,staring forlornly into the backyard. The poor stupid bastard wasobviously filled with remorse for what he’d done. Giving him afriendly slap on the back, Crispin helped himself to coffee.
“Good morning, Kelley,” she chirped, giving the broody Goth awarm hug. “Don’t you guys ever dress down?” Becky quipped, glancingback and forth between the two glorious Goths, Crispin in hisVictorian-inspired finest and Kelley in his Militia style fittedshirt and trousers. She didn’t even bother suppressing her snickerwhen Keegan showed up already decked out in his black upon blackoutfit, only today he had on a black Santa hat.
“Well, aren’t you perky this morning?” Keegan chuckled, givingher 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 saidwith a roll of his eyes.
“Go be friendly somewhere else,” Kell hissed, avoiding eyecontact with Becky.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Becky said, taking his hand, studying histense jaw, seeing the conflict in his eyes.
“Seriously, Kell, apparently it’s not all that bad,” Crispinsnickered, casually sitting at the table, flipping through themultitudes of flyers.
“Fuck off, you,” Kell muttered once again, turning hisattention to the backyard.
Kelley’s moodswings were nothing new to Becky but darned if he was going tobring her down today. Whatever it was that was bothering him,couldn’t possibly be all that bad. Or was it?
Never mind, allshe wanted at that moment was to get some coffee, have breakfastand flip through flyers. She still hadn’t gotten her Christmasshopping done and with three eccentric Goths and a Steampunk to buypresents for, she was getting quite overwhelmed.
“So, what do you want for Christmas?” she asked, sitting downbeside Crispin.
Feeling wickedand wanting to make a jab at Kell, Crispin couldn’t help himself.“I’ll tell you what I want, dormouse…” he said with a suggestivecurl to his lips.
“One more word out of you, fucker, and I’ll…”
“Kelley, stop it!” Becky shouted, surprising everyone with herreaction. Even Kelley could only blink at the tiny sprite of agirl.
“Oh, shit, now you’ve gone and done it,” Keegan snickered offto the side.
“Seriously!” Grabbing the seething six foot three Goth by thehand, she attempted to drag him out of the kitchen. “What is yourproblem?”
As cute as shewas in his shirt, Kell was not about to let her drag him aroundlike a child. Ignoring the snickers from his male housemates, hetook one step into the hall then yanked her backward, hard againsthis chest.
“Huh… Kelley?” she cried, winded and shocked by his unexpecteduse of force.
“I believe you have me mistaken, my love,” he hissed in herear. “I don’t take kindly to being led around, like a pussy-whippedschoolboy.”
“S-s-sorry…” she stuttered, standing as still as a spookedbunny.
“Too late for sorry,” he said, grabbing her around the hips,flipping her over his shoulder and taking her upstairs, two stepsat a time.
“Kelley… stop…” She giggled nervously, wiggling to getfree.
“You, stop!” he growled, smacking her behind. He’d beenagonizing all night about what he’d done. Here she was all smilesand giggles. It was enough to make him crazy with want ofher.
“Kelley…” She laughed throatily as he tossed her onto his bedand made quick work of ridding her of her clothes. The scarier hethought he looked, the more she smiled at him. In fact, she wasgiddy with excitement, watching as he stood up and proceeded topurposely strip himself of his own clothing.
Mockinglysmiling back at her, he grabbed her by the ankles and abruptlyflipped her onto her belly. “This will teach you… for dragging mearound.” He snickered when she let out an involuntary squeak.“Ordering me about…”
“Huh…” Becky quickly lost her sense of humour and got realnervous. He meant business. He wasn’t playing around.“Kelley?”
“Don’t you Kelley, me!” He pulled her backside up andforcefully pressed her shoulders down, flat on the bed.
“Hey? What are you…?” she gasped, feeling his fingers slidingup and down her vulnerable and very much exposed flesh.
“Teaching you
