Kell and Beckywould eventually want the place to themselves. It would only be amatter of time before he would be asked to leave the House ofGoths. Then, once again, he would find himself alone, abandoned,without anyone of his own.
If he let ithappen, he would lose his mind. He had become way too attached tohis housemates. He had let his defences down. The only way to savehimself the inevitable heartache was to distance himself. In orderto rebuild that old familiar barrier around his heart, he needed toseparate from them if only for a while. He needed the space toharden himself, to steel himself if he were to survive hisinevitable future as the eternal bachelor.
In the end, hewould end up alone. He may as well get used to it. The sooner thebetter. From now on, he would be more careful. He would allow noone to get close to him again. He would become impenetrable.
Chapter 50
In heaven,Becky was. Had she realized how much Kelley enjoyed having her allto himself, she would have done this ages ago. Then again, it hadtaken ages for him to finally admit his feelings for her in thefirst place.
Seriously,though, ever since they had arrived in Toronto for their two-dayescape, Kelley had been nothing short of a prince as far as Beckywas concerned. The normally surly Goth was all over her, literallyand figuratively.
After checkingin at the hotel, they spent the afternoon walking the streets ofToronto, checking out the quirky shops along Queen St. For dinner,they stopped in at one of Kell’s old haunts, The Black Bull pub.After, he took Becky to a favourite Goth hangout of his. While manyof the people there knew him, they were quite surprised to discoverthat the notorious Kell Keele had finally been won over.Apparently, he had quite the reputation for being cold andunapproachable, go figure.
Yet cold andunapproachable he definitely was not, as far as Becky wasconcerned. In fact, she didn’t stand a chance against the amorousGoth. The minute they returned to their room, she found herselfsuddenly stripped of all clothing, face first into the pillow ofthe plush king size bed.
That’s thething with Kell. Subtlety was not his forte. It was all or nothingwith him. Not that she was complaining. Becky loved it when he wentall caveman on her. The Goth was all hands behind closed doors andshe welcomed every minute of his undivided attention.
Heaven to Kellwas planting his face, nose deep between Becky’s butt cheeks, thesound of her giggles filling the room. How he had ever livedwithout her, he did not know, nor did he care to think about.
“Kelley… you’re killing me,” she sputtered, clenching andreleasing the pillow. The talented Goth had her a quivering messwith his beloved bite-lick-repeat routine. With methodic precision,he applied it everywhere and anywhere his clever mouth couldreach.
“And I won’t stop until I’ve slain you,” he purred, nuzzlinghis nose into her soft, wet depths.
It wasn’t longbefore he had accomplished what he had sought out to do. Followinga series of determined lashes of his relentless tongue, Becky wasonce again moaning his name.
Before shecould come down from the galaxy she was now very familiar with, helined himself up, hand on her hip, the other around her neck. Hethen filled her up like only Kelley could.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she gasped, holding on for dear life. It neverceased to amaze her how awesome an experience, sex with Kell was.It was hard to describe, really. The closest comparison she coulddraw upon was being on a roller coaster. You get on, strap yourselfin, hold on, get thrashed about, and scream your lungs out. Whenit’s all done, you have the hugest smile on your face and you can’twait to ride again!
One of herfavourite parts was the concern on his handsome face afterward.That look of concern as he searched her for welts and bruises ofwhich he never found one. Because while in his mind he believedhimself to be rough, he was never ever that.
“I love you, sweet Kelley,” she whispered, planting a gentlekiss on his cheek as he drifted off to sleep.
“Mmm hmm…”
Chapter 51
When they wokeup the next morning, Becky could tell Kelley had something on hismind. He seemed rather preoccupied even when he tried very hard tohide it behind his smile. Instead of pressing him, Becky hadlearned to back off and let him have his moments.
He often gotthis way, lost in thought. This was not a new thing to Becky.Eventually, he would shake off the melancholy and return to thepresent. Hopefully, sooner than later. In the meantime, she madethe most of their time by taking hold of his big warm hand.
“What would you like to eat, love?” Kell asked, tugging her inclose for a hug. He loved her, God, he loved her. He was also wellaware of how sensitive she was to his mood swings. None of it washer fault. If anything, she was a balm to his soul.
Earlier thatday, he had suggested they grab lunch at Toronto’s St. LawrenceMarket. He had always enjoyed the lively place. There was always somuch to see and do. But despite the upbeat atmosphere of thebustling market, he couldn’t help but feel the familiar onset ofdarkness come over him.
“It’s hard to choose,” Becky said, overwhelmed by all thedifferent sights and aromas coming from the various vendors. “Whatdo you suggest?”
Standing there, staring into her big green eyes, the onlysuggestion going through his mind was taking her back to the hoteland losing himself in her sensuous little body all overagain. Aww… but that wouldn’t befair. It would be selfish of him to keepher all to himself when it was clear she was having such a goodtime, exploring the city they’d both grown up in, albeitseparately.
In the end, hefound himself suggesting the very last thing he could have everimagined wanting to do on this particular trip. Deep down, he
