House of Goths

Chapter 26

Relieved to find him alone, Becky literally launched herself at the unsuspecting Goth. "Kelley..."

"Ugh! What the fuck!" Kelley gasped, nearly jumping out of his skin. "Becky?" He blinked in disbelief and tore off his headphones.

"Kelley, it was awful!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his bare chest.

Instinctively swaddling her in his arms, he held her tighter to him. She must have had a nightmare, he thought with a tender smile. "What's this all about, love? A bad dream?" Whatever it was he was glad that she came to him. The way she clung to him, he'd never tire of it, never.

Becky shook her head, catching her breath. "There's a man in my bed."

Kelley instantly stiffened and held her away from him to look at her face. "A man? What man?"

"I don't know," she said, swallowing deeply. "I was... sleeping." She wouldn't dare tell him the truth, that she was touching herself. Not that it should matter. That wasn't really the point, anyway. "...and this man came into my room and fell on top of me."

Without waiting for any further explanation, Kelley set her aside and went off to take care of this so called intruder. How dare someone come into Becky's room? Whoever it was, he'd better be prepared to die!

Too shaken to follow, Becky crawled under his blanket and waited with bated breath. Moments later, shouting and scuffling sounded from her room. Then, of course, it wasn't long before she heard bedroom doors opening, hurried footsteps followed by even more cursing. She recognized Crispin's and Dorian's voices mixed in with Kelley's. Were they killing each other?

Suddenly, everything went very quiet. Then she heard a female voice calling Crispin's name. Crispin? Really? Wow...

Curious, Becky got up and tiptoed towards the hall. She peeked out just in time to catch Dorian and Kelley standing in her bedroom doorway, talking quietly and shaking their heads.

Crispin was there too with his arms around the loveliest Goth girl Becky had ever seen. She was wearing his shirt and was attempting to tug him back into his room. Whereas he looked a bit torn between following her or staying in the hall with Kelley and Dorian. A moment passed and he finally gave in and followed the eager girl into his room and shut the door.

Figuring whatever drama had taken place was over, Becky took a tentative step in their direction.

"Kelley?"

At the sound of her wary voice, both Dorian and Kelley snapped out of their thoughts and turned her way. Their facial expressions ranged from frustration to helplessness. Closing her bedroom door, Dorian then patted Kelley encouragingly on the shoulder before returning to his own room.

Then it was just Kelley and her left in the hallway. He must have recognized the look of confusion on her face. He smiled thoughtfully as he came towards her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he silently spun her around and ushered her back into his room.

"Kelley? What's happened? Did you see the man? Is he still in there?" she asked as he sat her down on his mattress. He continued to stare at her with his obsidian eyes, as if at a loss for words.

Moments later, he knelt down in front of her and placed his hands on either side of her face. One day she'd be in his bed for reasons other than fear and the need for reassurances. Tonight, though, he'd keep her safe and sound.

"Can I go back to my room now?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"No, love..." He slowly shook his head. "You'll be sleeping in here with me tonight."

She played with the seam on her nightie, looking up at him with concern in her eyes. His suggestion sounded heavenly to her yet she couldn't help but worry. The last time she snuck into his bed, he had literally recoiled from her. The memory of it still stung. She wouldn't want to inconvenience him.

Misunderstanding her apprehension, Kelley leaned in and pressed a reassuring kiss to her forehead. "It'll be all right, just like old times."

She nodded but then hesitated. "Why can't I go back to my room?" she asked with a pensive frown.

"Because it's presently unavailable to you," he said, sitting back on his heels. "I'll explain everything in the morning. Now scoot over, Becky." He encouraged her further into the bed and followed her in, leaving his boxers on, wishing that he'd kept his t-shirt on too.

Of all nights for her to wear this flimsy little nightie... Not that her pyjamas weren't cute, but this nightie... a threadbare, well-worn, cottony knee length t-shirt type of thing was something completely irresistible. The softness of the material only served to emphasize her adorable curvy squishiness.

He would resist, though. His heart always won out over his lusty desires when it came to Becky. As much as it killed him, he would fight the urge to seduce her. Even though he had a feeling it wouldn't be very hard to do. As it was, the girl smiled readily as he pulled her into his chest. Not that he could actually see her face now that he'd turned off the bedside lamp, but he could feel her smiling, hear it in her cheeks. It was unmistakable, undeniable.

If only he could keep his dick from twitching at the feel of her soft, round butt... Not a chance, though, he was only human after all. His only hope was that she was already asleep.

Becky was in no way sleeping. In fact, she was wide awake and very much aware of him. "Kelley..." Before she could stop herself, she arched her backside into his erection, revelling in the sensations that tingled from where their bodies met. She couldn't help but notice his body respond to her. Actually, it made her smile. She realized now why he'd recoiled from her the last time. He must have gotten excited in the same way as now. Not wanting to offend her, he'd turned his back on her. At the time, she'd misunderstood it as rejection. Now the truth of the matter became all too clear to her.

"What are you doing, Becky?" he gasped, halting her friction seeking hips with a straining hand on her rump. "Don't..."

At the sound of his gruff command, she froze still. "Sorry... Kelley."

Oh, that husky, velvety voice of hers was going to be the death of him. Of that, he was sure. Stilling her with a heavy leg over her lower half, he nuzzled behind her ear. "Don't apologize, love," he warned, with a voice so filled with regret. "Just don't push me too far."

She nodded and rested her hands on his arm. She wanted so much to savour this moment, to stay up all night and enjoy being in Kelley's arms but just like times before, she felt so comfortable, so safe in his company that moments later, she was blissfully out cold.

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To be continued...

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House of Goths Copyright © 2014 by Maria Bernard ISBN: 978-0-9938067-3-5

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