"Do we have to go back?" I whined while Mr. Kelly carried me bridal style to the snowmobile.
He chuckled.
"Yes, unless you want to be popsicles out here."
Little did he know I wouldn't mind freezing to death out here as long as I could stay in his arms.
"But I don't want to go back to the mansion where Mila thinks I'm on my period, which is so far from the truth. I don't even know how to fake being on it." I groaned and he set me down on the seat of the snowmobile.
He sat in front of me on the seat, facing me.
"It can't be that hard, don't you cramp and get snippy and all that?"
I shrugged.
"It's been so long since I had one I don't even remember what it's like. Hey, how do you plan on explaining my lack of supplies when we get back?"
He frowned at me which made me give him a look of question.
"What do you mean it's been so long since you had one?"
My eyebrows furrowed.
"I mean I haven't had one in a long time?" I said slowly and skeptically.
"I may be a man but I do know that you are supposed to menstrate once a month, that's hardly long enough to forget the effects."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm on birth control, Austin."
His eyes widened.
"You are? I've never seen you take a pill."
"That's because I'm on depo, its a shot." I said in a duh tone.
"Oh...Is it because you lost your virginity?" He asked carefully.
I flushed and scowled.
"No! Absolutely not! I'm still a virgin!"
He furrowed his brows.
"Well then you're planning on it?"
My face burned brighter.
"No!"
"If not, how come you recently decided to get it?"
My cheeks were so hot I thought my skin would start melting away.
"I didn't recently decide it! I've been on it!"
"You weren't on it in Sydney." Though it was a statement he still appeared confused.
"Yes I was! I've been on it since I moved in with Nina when I was fifteen!"
"You never told me that."
I hid my head in my hands.
"It never came up! Can we please change the subject?!"
I could hear him chuckling, I peeked through my fingers to glare at him.
"Sorry, I'm just surprised, this is new information."
When my face cooled down I dropped my hands but kept my eyes on them.
"Its embarrassing information."
He chuckled yet again.
"Krys, you are too cute for your own good."
"You've told me that before." I grumbled.
He lifted my chin and kissed my lips quickly.
"And I will tell you as many times as I'd like, because its true."
I grunted in response which made him grin.
"Would you mind driving back? I'm worn out."
I shrugged and switched him spots even though I knew he could never get worn out, I didn't mind driving back. I could pretend it was his motorcycle that I never got the chance to drive. I turned the key and gripped the handles, I jumped when Mr. Kelly touched my sides, my heart picked up again. He slid them to my stomach slowly and pressed his chest against my back, his chin rested on my shoulder.
"Did you forget I have to hold on to you?" His voice was low and alluring in my ear.
My breathing grew unsteady.
"M-maybe it isn't the best idea for me to drive back."
"I promise not to distract you, baby."
I just about melted at the sound of him calling me baby, he has never uttered a pet name to me. I know I hate pet names but he made it sound so good and so sexy. I repressed the quiver that threatened and tried to focus on the controls.
"Please?" He whispered when I remained still and silent.
I took a deep shaky breath.
"Everything about you is distracting, its hard enough to think straight when you're this close to me, touching me. You whispering in my ear is making it a thousand times harder." My voice was weak.
"Wow, you really are in love with me. Okay, I won't talk anymore."
From the way his voice sounded I could tell he was smirking, once I contained myself I twisted the grip and started driving. It was pretty fun to drive even though my fingers were beginning to freeze to the handle, true to his word Mr. Kelly kept quiet. Though a few times he adjusted his hands and caused me to speed up, it was ridiculous how every little thing he did affected me. After what seemed like days, we were riding up that familiar hill and parking next to the cars, a part of me felt disappointed that it was over. That meant we had to go back to keeping our distance and I hated it, especially after we professed our love to one another. The whole thing was torture.
Mr. Kelly released me and climbed off of the seat, I followed after him. He handed me the duffle bag as we walked around the house.
"If anyone asks where your supplies are, say they are in the duffle bag."
I nodded and slung it over my shoulder, my mood went downhill the second we got off the snowmobile. I sighed and watched my shoes while I treaded in the snow. I only looked up when Mr. Kelly stroked the back of my head, the solemn expression on his face made my stomach lurch. That told me he was feeling the exact same way I was feeling, I wanted nothing more than to hug him and kiss him for hours. A lump formed in my throat when he dropped his hand and wiped his face of feeling, I swallowed it back down and let my own face blank. We walked into the house greeted by heat and separated, Reese and Mila emerged from the stair case.
Reese looked amused as she caught sight of me.
"Got all your lady products stocked up?"
I shook the duffled bag pointedly, Mila was studying me intently.
"You okay?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, just homesick but I'll be fine."
Mila offered a sympathetic look.
"Want to do something to take your mind off of it?"
I forced a small smile and shook my head.
"No thanks, I just want to be alone for a while."
Mila nodded in understanding and allowed me to move around her, I made my way up the stairs in gloom and discarded the bag in my closet. I took off my boots and jacket and crawled into my bed, curled up under the blankets and stared at the ceiling. For the first time in my life I didn't think, all I did was lie there in silence. To me it felt like only five minutes lying there but I realized it had been hours when Samuel knocked on my door to get me for dinner. It seemed I wasn't occupying my body while I ate the Ceviche he had prepared, I finished it faster than I normally would unintentionally. Zombie-like I trudged back up to my room and ran a bath, I soaked in the water letting my hair fan around me.
I knew it was time to get out when the temperature turned cold, I wrung out my hair and drained the tub, I towel dried my hair first and then wrapped my body. Right when I finished putting on my blue bra and panty set there was a knock at my door; I pulled on my robe and tied it loosely before opening it. The second my eyes landed on Mr. Kelly all of the life flooded back to my body, he pushed me backward and shut the door with his foot. He advanced on me quickly and tangled his hands in my damp hair, swiftly he pulled me close and crushed his lips to mine. Immediately I responded and moved my lips with his, the kiss was urgent as if he were afraid I'd fall to pieces in his hands. One of his hands left my hair and slipped down to my waist, I could feel my feet leave the carpet shortly after and then my back hit the bed.
I adjusted my legs so that he could fall between them and wrapped them around his waist, he bit down on my lip harder than usual almost to the point of pain but I enjoyed it. My brain was like static on a television I couldn't make out a single thing that was going on, I just reacted in any way that felt right. Our breathing was extremely heavy when he broke the kiss and went for my neck, each time his warm lips met the skin; I shuddered. My eyes crossed completely when he suckled the weak spot in the curve just under my jaw, I gasped and tightened my legs around him as his tongue drew a line up my throat. His hands glided up and down my bare thighs and his lips returned to mine, I slipped my tongue into his mouth and sucked on his hungrily.
He groaned into my mouth causing a vibration, I clenched fists into his hair and tugged on it roughly; his hands moved up from my thighs to my hips and onto the sides of my waist. He squeezed until his fingers were sure to leave imprints there, I let go of his hair and ran my hands down his biceps. I moved them to his chest and abs and then to his back under his shirt, I pressed his chest to mine and dug my nails into the skin dragging them up and down. Again his lips left mine but so fast I had no time to brace myself for it, a long hiss of pure pleasure erupted from him as I continued dragging my nails down his back. I felt something hard prodding at my inner thigh so close to my area, Mr. Kelly's lips went to my ear and began sucking on the lobe.
He nibbled on it and then kissed the hollow spot just under it, I jolted and gasped. The second time his soft lips and hot breath touched the spot I dug my nails deeper into his back and moaned, and it wasn't softly like usual. It was involuntarily loud but it was in unison with Mr. Kelly's strained groan, the third time I moaned yet again and arched into him. The pressure I had felt on my thigh had fully reached my area and I liked it, fast as lightening my hands were snatched from Mr. Kelly's back and pinned above my head. His lips met mine again roughly with us gasping in between, I once again tightened my legs around him and felt that pressure at my area; a series of chills rushed down my spine.
For the third time he pulled out of the kiss but not before growling in frustration. He held his head a few inches above mine looking into my eyes with his glazed over ones, but there was annoyance in there as well.
"God dammit, Krys!" He roared with a very rough voice.
My mind was taking ages to process what he said, I could do nothing but stare up at him breathing heavily and wish he'd kiss me again.
"What?" I breathed, my mind completely focused on capturing his lips. I didn't allow him time to respond because I lifted my head off of the bed and closed my mouth over his. Without hesitation he kissed me back and fell right back into the passionate make out we were having. My mind reemed again as his tongue roamed my mouth, I didn't need to squeeze him to feel that prodding again, he shifted his hips to do so for me. I moved my hips with him and found another moan escaped me and filled his mouth, I got irratated when he pulled back again.
"Why do you keep stopping?" I snapped going for his swollen lips again, in lust and pleasure.
I managed to capture them briefly and lightly before he pressed his forehead to mine, his breathing choppy and ragged.
"I have to stop." His voice was hoarse and desperate.
My chest was rising and falling rapidly but I couldn't focus, my mouth spoke before I even registered the words.
"No you don't, I don't want you to stop."
His expression turned pained but his eyes were still full of lust and need.
"Saying that to me is making this SO much harder...I REALLY don't want to stop, you have no idea how bad I want to keep going." He groaned miserably and before I could protest he unwound my legs from his waist and rolled off of me.
Limply I shifted onto my side and found him clenching a pillow over his face, my body was beginning to cool off and the blood flowed back to my brain. My eyes scanned his half risen shirt and his boxers that were standing up in a certain place, my face flushed and figured out what was pressing against me. I also realized that my fresh underwear weren't too fresh anymore, and what would have happened had I persisted in my attempts. But would that be such a bad thing? Would I even think twice about it if he wanted to? Would I regret it? I answered all those questions the second they entered my mind. It wouldn't be bad, nor would I think twice and regret it; because I was in love with him and he felt the same way. Not to mention he had decency enough to put me first and stop himself, despite me urging it on.
"I'm sorry, Austin, I got way too carried away." I apologized and pushed my embarrassment aside.
"Not your fault." His voice was muffled by the pillow, he removed it and covered his excitement with it instead. "I shouldn't have attacked you in the first place."
I propped myself up on my elbow.
"Whether you started it or not it would've ended up like this anyway. We both get wrapped up in the moment."
He puffed up his cheeks and blew out the air.
"Krys, you drive me crazy, I mean I almost reached the point of no return." He groaned again. "Why did you have to claw my back? I thought I was going to lose my mind."
I blushed but didn't hide it since it was dark.
"Sorry...I don't exactly think when we're in that situation..."
He turned his head to me and his eyes ran down my body, it sent a thrill through me.
"Oh my God, I swear you are going to push me over the edge." He shut his eyes and that's when I realized my robe had come undone and fallen open.
The right side of my bra was showing along with my stomach and boyshorts, my face heated up and I fell onto my back to tie it up.
"Is this going to keep you from sleeping here tonight?" I asked after a long silence.
"Not unless you want me to leave."
I licked my lips.
"I don't want you to leave."
I felt him shuffling.
"I hoped you didn't...Excuse me for a second, I need to step out onto the balcony for a while."
I sat up frowning at him.
"But it's freezing outside."
I could see him grimace in the darkness.
"That's the point."
It dawned on me what he meant and I flushed for the hundreth time, I decided it'd be a good idea to put on my pajamas. By the time I finished Mr. Kelly was back on my bed and under the blankets, I tousled my drying hair and climbed in next to him.
I chewed my lip awkardly.
"Are you okay now?"
"Yeah, I'm better for the moment, but lets talk to keep me distracted." He pulled me closer to him and held me.
I relaxed into him and searched my mind for something to talk about, my mind went straight to his job and I settled on that.
"Could you tell me how you ended up in business of assasins?"
He chuckled.
"Perfect subject to distract me with; lets see where I could start. My sophomore year of college is when I got recruited, I had just celebrated my nineteenth birthday and I was majoring in my second year of Sociology. In fact I had just transferred to Brown and was doing pretty well in all of my classes, but in the middle of the semester I couldn't pay my loans and almost got kicked out. I went to my parents for the money but they refused to help because I was to handle my own resposibilities like a man. Desperate and on the verge of being thrown out of school I did something I never thought I would; I robbed a bank."
I gasped and gaped up at him with wide eyes.
"What? How? When? Did you get away with it?"
He grinned and put his finger to my lips to silence me.
"I'm getting to that." I shut my mouth and allowed him to continue. "It's pretty difficult to pull off a heist all on your own so I had a little help. Two of my good friends who lived in my dorm agreed to assist me, mind you they weren't the brightest guys there, but they were still my friends. We drew up a plan in about two and a half weeks and then we hit it, it worked out great and we were able to make it out of there before the cops arrived on the scene. Each of us split the money into shares and I was coasting through the year without anymore financial set backs. To make a long story short I got caught a month before graduation, but not by the authorities, by Mathias."
"Mathias is better know as the head of our division, he approached me in the cafe of my school while I was studying for exams. He told me that he knew about the robbery and his aqquaintence recognized my accent, till this day I have no idea how he tracked me down. So he let me listen to a recording of the stick up and naturally I was mortified, I begged him to keep quiet about it and he told me he would if I did something for him. He ended up giving me a vague introduction of his so called business and offered me an ultimatum. I knew if he turned me in I would be in prison for nearly my whole life so I had no other choice but to accept his offer. It wasn't until I did, that he told me I wouldn't be able to see or speak to my parents ever again, I couldn't even say goodbye to them..."
I debated on whether or not to say something but decided to remain quiet. Eventually he started up again.
"That same day I packed up all of my stuff and went with him to New York, immediately I was inserted as a recruit and the following morning my training started. Since I was depressed and upset about leaving my life behind I was less than enthusiastic about trying to get in proper shape. Unfortunately every thing about the place was brutal, if you exhibited a shred of weakness and emotion you were tortured. For the first eight months I was tortured and beaten, and finally I became immune to the pain, I became heartless and spiteful. That was the turning point, the moment I accepted the fact that this was going to be my life whether I liked it or not, I figured if I put my all into it things would be easier. I started to focus and then everything fell into place, I morphed into somewhat of a cyborg and within four months I graduated to assassin."
I took in all of the information and was in awe, but even more confused than I was originally.
"Wait, had you changed your name already?"
He nodded.
"I changed it the day of my eighteenth birthday, which thankfully gave enough time for all of my credentials to be altered and put under that name. Vascoe Weston had become my real identity well before he recruited me."
That was cleared up but how did he explain his teaching job when he didn't even finish his degree?
"Did you go back to college to finish your degree when you got out?" I asked.
"No, I went for my bachelor's which is only a two year process, I had learned pretty much everything before I got recruited and all I needed to do was pass the exams. I begged Mathias to let me finish my last month of college before I go off with him, but he didn't trust me not to run so he made me a deal. He said he would have someone complete the semester for me and as me for the last month, he kept to his word and I recieved my degree after I graduated to assassin."
"Wow." I breathed. "You guys can do anything."
He chuckled.
"Not anything but pretty close to it."
I looked up at him
"Were you ever able to see your family again after you escaped?"
He smiled sadly and shook his head.
"They had eyes on them and would probably eliminate them if I made contact."
I dropped my eyes and chewed my lip.
"Oh...I'm sorry."
He kissed my cheek sweetly.
"Don't be, I know they are fine without me."
I turned my head and pressed my lips to his slowly, he smiled at me when I pulled away. I settled against his chest and snuggled into him, I wanted to tell him my story since he was gracious about telling me his. It only felt fair and he was the only person who knew about it, it might feel good to get it off of my chest.
I took a deep breath and let it out.
"Can I tell you about the day I lost my Dad?"
His arms tightened around me and he began caressing my temple.
"If you feel okay with it, of course. I am all ears and I am right here for you. Don't force it if you need to stop."
I took yet another deep breath and nodded as much as I could from my position.
"My dad and I were finishing up with all of the food for Thanksgiving dinner the day before, it was around nine'o clock. I remember we had the radio on and we were singing along to Bob Marley, he was always a big fan of his. I remember the twinkle in his green eyes like it was yesterday, his hair was a mess too since neither of us bothered to fix ourselves up. From six o'clock that morning to that night we had been cooking." I laughed a little at the memory of the both of us in matching Ninja Turtle pjs goofing off in the kitchen.
"The funny part was that we never had anyone over for that holiday, it was only the two of us. But we both love to eat and we always made sure we had a buffet. After we put everything in the fridge for the next day we fell out on the couch; while we were watching tv one of the Thanksgiving advertisements came on. My dad smacked his forehead and jumped up from the couch, he started to run in place and say 'How could I forget?' a billion times. He was always the playfully dramatic type, I remember laughing at him and asking him what the problem was. He sighed miserably and told me he forgot to get the turkey, I told him it was fine and that we could go one Thanksgiving without a turkey. Its not like we would have room in our stomachs for it after eating everything else we made, but he insisted on going to get it..."
Tears started to well up in my eyes, I choked them back down and held tight to Austin. In return he held me tighter and told me I don't have to continue, I shook my head and started up again.
"I-I kept trying to convince him to do without it, b-but he just said it wouldn't be the same without the bird. I gave in but I told him I wouldn't go with him, that I was too t-tired and lazy." I sniffed and wiped the tear that had escaped my left eye. "Of course he didn't mind and told me he'd be right back. He looked ridiculous in his boots and coat on over his pjs...he kissed me on the forehead and told me to keep the heat blasting for when he got back...and then h-he was gone...I should've known something was wrong when two hours passed and he wasn't back yet, but I just thought he got caught up in the snow traffic. I was stupid and clueless...I didn't even care, I wasn't worried at all like I should've been. All I did was turn up the heat and nod off on the couch, I never even thought twice..." My voice cracked and I started breathing deeply.
I let the painful tears fall and my throat constrict before continuing.
"I woke up the next morning to someone pounding on the door, I thought it was my dad and that it was still night time...but when I opened the door my aunt was there and she was crying. I was confused when I let her in, I wasn't even half awake yet; I figured she was crying tears of joy and wanted to spend the holiday with us. I told her to hold on so I could go and get my dad, I thought he had been sleep in his room once I saw it was light out. My aunt started to cry harder and stopped me, I asked her what was wrong, why was she crying...I was scared...She hugged me and told me dad wasn't in his room...she wouldn't tell me where he was when I asked and I started to panic. I remember I pushed her off of me and went to his room, his bed was empty and it looked like it did when I woke him up the morning before."
"I ran outside and his car wasn't in the driveway so I ran back inside and asked her where he was, but she couldn't speak because she was crying so hard...I yelled at her for her to answer me but she just shook her head at me crying. I went for my cell phone and dialed his number but it went straight to voicemail...I didn't know which store he went to for the turkey but I knew there was a 24 hour walmart not far away...Something in my gut told me there was something really wrong but I-I just couldn't listen to it...I decided that I would find him myself because my aunt wasn't helping me. S-so I r-ran, I ran all the way to walmart to see if he was there, it was freezing and I was bare foot but I didn't care I-I just wanted to know where my dad was. When I got close to it, i-it-it was coned off...there was yellow tape everywhere and police cars..." By now I was shaking and sobbing, trying to finish my story.
"Krys, stop its too much for you to handle, don't push yourself." Austin cooed into my hair, holding me tightly.
My frame quaked and I sniffled.
"I saw my dad's car and my aunt found me, I asked her one last time where he was...and s-she told me he was gone..." I took deep breaths and allowed myself to calm down. "The whole day I spent at my aunts house while other members of the family came by and grieved, apologized to me and planned out his funeral. I didn't cry until the next day, all I kept thinking was what wouldv'e happened if I went with him...would he still be here if I kept asking him to stay..."
Austin hushed me and wiped away my tears.
"Its not your fault, there is nothing you could've done."
I sniffed.
"I know...I still wonder what if though, but I learned not to blame myself."
He weaved his fingers through my hair and kissed my head.
"Are you alright?"
I exhaled and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm okay, I just really needed to let that out...you are the only one who knows the story and that he was...you know."
"Thank you for telling me." He said softly.
I looked up at him.
"Thank you for listening."
He cupped my cheek and pressed his forehead to mine, gazing deeply into my eyes in the darkness.
"I love you." He whispered.
My stomach erupted into butterflies and a warmth spread through me.
"I love you too." I whispered back, I could tell he meant it and I did too.
He kissed my nose and I kissed his lips, totally comfortable with him in every way. I pulled away and layed my head on his shoulder, I wondered to myself again how things were going to be between us once we got back to school. What had his excuse been for missing two months of work? I decided not to ruin the comfortable and loving silence that settled in, nothing needed to be said. Honestly I did feel better after sharing the story with him, he really was something special.
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