Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) (10 page)

Kelsey whimpers, just like she did last
night, but this time, her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer as she
grinds her body against mine. I slide one hand up and under her shirt, the
other reaching down and grabbing her ass. My dick is already hard and right
now, I’m wondering if a quick fuck on the island in the kitchen is a good
starting point. Hard and fast now, slow and intense in the bedroom afterwards.

“Beck…” she murmurs, pushing her tongue
into my mouth.

I slide my hand out of her shirt and down
to her ass. Picking her up, I turn us and sit her down on the kitchen counter.
Kelsey opens her legs, her skirt riding up and I step between them, pulling her
closer. Her pussy is now perfectly lined up with my throbbing dick and I can’t
help but push against her, rubbing against her clit. I know her panties will be
soaked by now and I slide a finger slowly up her thigh, intending to find out.

“I can’t stop, Kels,” I groan, my finger
slipping beneath the lacy material. “I just want you so fucking badly, baby,” I
say, sliding my finger against her already wet pussy, teasing her clit with the
lightest brush, before dipping my finger into her hot, wet folds. I used to
love teasing her like this. It drove her fucking wild, had her begging me to
make her come.

“I know,” she moans, her head falling back
as I slip my hand out of her panties, smiling as she whimpers again. I press a
quick kiss to her lips before I lift her shirt over her head, throwing it
across the kitchen.

I stop for a second so I can admire her as
she sits in front of me. Her lips are already red and swollen from the force of
our kisses and I have a sudden, vivid image of those lips wrapped around my
cock, sucking me until I come in her mouth.

Reaching behind her, I unsnap her bra, her
gorgeous tits spilling from the white lace. I actually groan at the sight of
them and before I know it, I’ve buried my face in her, my fingers once more
slipping beneath her panties. I feel Kelsey’s fingers slide into my hair,
holding me against her as she says, “Take me to bed, Beck. Now.”

I smile as I take a nipple in my mouth, my
teeth nibbling as I slide my hands out of her panties and under her ass and
pick her up. Kelsey wraps her legs around my waist and as I turn and walk us
out of the kitchen, I hear it.

We both freeze, Kelsey’s fingers tightening
against me, my mouth still on her breast. As the sound of screeching tires
echoes into the house, I lift my head and see it. The broken glass of the back
door, the brick that’s now lying on the kitchen floor and the word
slut
that’s written in large letters
across it.

“Fuck,” I say, my hands releasing their
grip on Kelsey’s ass as she slides down my body, standing with her bare chest
still pressed against me. “I think you better put your shirt on, Kels,” I say,
my voice tight. “I need to call Finn.”

“Why
the fuck is this happening?”
I think as I watch Beck and Finn talking on
the front porch of my house. I can’t believe how far Jason is taking this and
how much it’s affecting me. I’m terrified to be alone in my own home, fearful
of what he may do next. My mind is a clusterfuck of what ifs and having Beck
here, as much he makes me feel safe, has only added to that stress. The stress
of what’s to come when Jason is eventually caught, knowing Beck will leave and
I’ll be left in the same place I was ten years ago—hurt and closed off.

There’s a reason we keep getting
interrupted; it’s a sign telling me this isn’t meant to be. I know when all of
this is over, there will be no stopping Beck from leaving and I’ll find myself
debating what to do all over again. I can’t leave and he won’t stay.

I cover my mouth as a yawn escapes. I’m
exhausted and I imagine Beck and Finn are too. This is all too much for this
small town and its residents. Poor Finn has had to handle nothing more serious
than domestic disturbances, bar fights and petty robberies over the years. All
of which mostly happen during tourist season, so this situation has to be
wearing thin.

Both guys are in defensive mode, standing
stiff and on alert. I can hear their loud voices echoing through the quiet of
the night, the porch light casting a low glow over both of them. Although
neither seems angry, their voices are booming as they discuss what to do next
and how to find this asshole.

For some reason, as I hear both of them
pissed off and ready to take this fucker on, I laugh. This is every girl’s
fantasy, two hot guys ready to serve and protect. The only thing missing from
this situation is Beck in that tailored suit standing next to Finn in his
uniform. The image I have conjured up in my head makes my face hot and my
panties wet.

What
the fuck is wrong with me?
This is the last thing I should be thinking
about, but maybe it’s my mind telling me I need a distraction, something to
allow me to forget that my life has become a shit show.

I step away from the window, because I need
to stop entertaining the thought of a Beck-Finn sandwich; my life isn’t a
porno.

I mill around my small house waiting for
Beck and Finn to finish up their conversation. Cleaning up, putting away the
glasses and the whiskey, washing Bella’s food bowl; trying to distract myself
from what I know is happening outside.

I go into my bedroom and pull a few
blankets and an extra pillow from the closet to get the couch ready for Beck.
It’s probably for the best if he sleeps there anyway. I don’t think I can
control myself if he were next to me in bed. This situation is complicated
enough without adding the additional strain of emotions that run through me
every time we touch. I shake my head at my own stupidity because I know part of
me believes he’s going to stay, that he’ll come back and I’ll be happy and safe
once again. It’s all a fucking joke. I know Beck better than that and right now
I think he’s thinking more with his dick than his head. He can’t see far enough
into the future to realize I’ll get hurt again.

When I turn around, I realize something isn’t
right. On my bed are three pairs of dirty panties and a bra.

I didn’t leave those there.

It hits me all at once, panic swelling deep
within me, fear taking over. My stomach clenches and I feel like I might vomit.
I can’t control it and my heart begins to race. I look around, anxious and
scared.

He’s been in my house.

I grab the panties and the bra off the bed,
just as my phone chimes in the kitchen. I’m still holding them in my hand when
I reach the kitchen, but they fall to the floor when I see what’s on the
screen—Jason’s number.

I know I shouldn’t but I open the text
message and as soon as I do I wish I hadn’t.

It’s a picture of Jason masturbating on my
bed with my panties and bra. This time I actually vomit, hard and violent. My
entire stomach emptying into my sink as the tears start.
Why is he doing this to me?

As I’m wiping the tears from my eyes, Beck
and Finn walk into the kitchen. When Beck takes in the look on my face, his
eyes lock with mine and no words need to be spoken. He’s in front of me taking
my face in his hands.

Beck presses his lips to my forehead, to my
cheeks, along my neck until I’m sobbing in his arms. He’s no longer the hard
ass detective hell bent on finding Jason; he’s now my sweet, caring Beck, the
only one who can comfort me.

“What happened, baby?” he asks softly.

I pick my phone up off the island and hand
it to him. I see him change in an instant, snapping back into full-on
protective mode as rage burns in his eyes.

He shoves the phone into Finn’s chest,
shouting, “He’s been in her fucking house! You said you did a sweep!”

Finn’s face is full of confusion, as if he
missed an important detail. He looks past Beck, knowing that right now he’s so
enraged there’s no getting through to him. All Beck can see is me and the harm
that could have come at the hands of Jason.

“Kels, what happened?” he asks me, elbowing
Beck out of his way. But in that second Beck grabs Finn by the arm and forces
him against the wall in my kitchen, his arm across Finn’s throat.

“What happened?!” Beck hisses. “What
fucking happened is that you didn’t do your fucking job and that disgusting
motherfucker was in her house!”

I finally catch up and realize Beck is
going to kill Finn if I don’t do something.

“Beckham!” I scream and they both turn to
look at me immediately. He drops his arm from Finn’s throat as Finn shoves him hard
causing Beck to stumble backwards into the island. At that moment Beck’s eyes
flare with hatred, his face red and his jaw set in a hard line. I know this isn’t
just about me or the situation with Jason, but I can’t let the two of them hash
out their problems in my kitchen right now. That asshole is still out there and
I need them both to focus on finding him. Stepping between them, I put my hand
on Beck’s cheek drawing his eyes to mine.

“Baby, stop,” I whisper. “Please, just let
Finn do his job. None of this is his fault.”

Both guys begin to calm down and I breathe
a sigh of relief. The last thing any of us need is a family feud in addition to
all of this.

“I’m sorry, Kelsey. You know I’m doing
everything I can to find this guy,” Finn says sincerely, his eyes never leaving
mine. I nod my head in response. I know he would never do anything that would
put me in danger.

Beck grabs my phone and tosses it to Finn,
although the aggravation of all of this is still weighing on him, he has
softened a bit.

“Get your IT guy to run a trace on this.
Figure out where he’s at. Apparently he’s a fucking idiot because he’s still
using his phone to send these texts.”

Finn looks at me and then down at the
ground, I can almost feel his embarrassment, him feeling inferior to Beck. It
breaks my heart because I know he’s working as hard as he can, but it’s never
good enough.

“We don’t have an IT guy, we contract that
out. Hired on an as-needed basis,” Finn says sullenly as he walks out of the
room.

Beck follows him muttering something about
this ass backwards fucking town, but I take his hand in mine and pull him back
into the kitchen.

“Stop this, seriously, Beck. He’s doing
everything he can with what he has to work with. You have to stop acting like
Finn isn’t a great cop because you know he is.”

He rolls his eyes and begins to walk
towards the living room.

“No. You’re not going out there to berate
him.” I glare at Beck and hold up one finger signaling for him to wait in the
kitchen while I talk to Finn.

We’re all exhausted, so I send Finn home,
hoping all of us can get some rest. God knows we need it. But knowing Finn, the
last place he’ll go is home. He won’t stop until Jason is found and arrested.
He might be a small town police chief, but his determination won’t let him fail
at this.

Beck is just finishing boarding up the
window to my back door as I enter the kitchen and I stop to watch him. He’s so
beautiful, but I can’t keep falling back into old habits. This situation may
have brought us back together, but it will be exactly what pulls us apart.

I wash my face and brush my teeth and as I
enter my bedroom I notice that Beck has changed the sheets on my bed and placed
my duvet in the washing machine. I’m overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness and his
need to take care of me. Relying on him to take care of me, to support me and
make me feel safe is fruitless; it only makes me miss him more. I know it will all
come to an end.

I finally climb into bed, but my body aches
and I just want to sleep. My eyes are closed and I feel his presence in my room
before I even see him as he runs his hand along my hair. Kneeling next to my
bed he kisses me softly and I whimper at the touch of his lips.

Beck strips off his clothes and begins to
climb into bed next to me, but I stop him before he can.

“Can you sleep on the couch?” I ask quietly
and he looks floored that I have even asked.

“Are you punishing me for fighting with
Finn?” he questions, sounding shocked that I would dare ask.

“No, Beck. I just don’t have the resolve to
turn you away again.” My voice shakes as the words come out. I don’t want to
hurt him, but I don’t want to get hurt either.

Without speaking Beck finds the blankets
and pillow I had begun to lie out and takes them into the living room. I hear
him open a beer and after that I remember nothing until a loud crack of thunder
jolts me out of bed and sends me running into the living room.

My feet go skittering along the wood floor
and the sound of Beck’s laughter is all I hear when I hit the dark living room.
I flip the light on and Beck sits up scrubbing his hands over his face and up
through his hair.

“Still scared of storms?” he asks with that
smirk on his face. “Now you want my company?” His tone is playfully mocking as
he lifts his chin at me, but it aggravates me.

“No,” I snap as I walk back to my bedroom,
bound and determined to not let him see that I need him, but of course, another
clap of thunder startles me and I run like a little girl into Beck’s arms.

I’m straddling his lap and my arms are
wrapped around his neck. I feel him exhale hard into my hair and then he
laughs.

“Baby, if this is your way of keeping me
away, you suck at it.” He pushes his already semi-hard cock against my pussy
and my whole body clenches. I swallow and take a deep breath as I climb off his
lap. He’s right, I do suck at this. Beck stands and reaches out his hand. “Come
on. I’ll sleep in your bed with you.”

“Thank you,” I mumble as I place my hand in
his. Just the warmth of his hand is soothing and as I trail behind him, his
thumb begins to stroke my hand. Some how that simple gesture makes me feel
whole again.