Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) (15 page)

“Damn you, Erin,” he growls and she laughs
before walking over and running her hands down his chest, reaching around she
swats him on the butt, too.

I eye them both with suspicion and I can
see them grow tense knowing I’m about to question them. “So what’s the deal
here?” I ask my hand flitting between the two of them. Neither one of them says
anything; just stands there staring at me shamelessly with stupid looks on
their faces. “Fine, don’t tell me,” I say, conceding, knowing it’s pointless to
try to prod Erin into admitting she likes Ryan as more than just a fuck buddy.

I can tell by the way her face lit up when
he walked in that she’s already smitten with him. It’s quite adorable, seeing
as I’ve never known Erin to fall for a guy, let alone fall for someone this
quickly.

Erin grins a wide smile at me before
tossing her red hair over shoulder and linking her arm with Ryan’s. “Let’s go,”
she says and gives me a little wave as she leaves the house.

Beck and Finn are still out on the porch
talking and Bella is whining at the front door wanting desperately to greet
Beck. Even Bella has grown used to having him here. I open the door and she
darts out and seats herself immediately at his feet, his hand dropping to pat
her head.

Everything about this day was perfect up
until the text message from Jason and right now, seeing Beck and Finn working
together to figure all this out, Bella at Beck’s feet and the calm I feel
knowing they are all here to protect me, makes me feel a little guilty. There
should be something I could to do to speed this process along. I want to help
them, but I just don’t know how.

I decide to leave the boys to their
discussion and get dinner started. The least I can do to say thank you for all
their efforts is to cook them something good for dinner. It will also distract
me from thinking about Jason.

I walk into the kitchen and find a white
box with a large silver satin ribbon tied around it sitting on my kitchen
table. Smiling, knowing Beck loves to spoil me; this must have been something
he did before we left for the inn this morning.

My smile still present on my face as I pull
the silver ribbon from the box and slip it off completely. I run it through my
fingers and set it on the table, as a dirty image of Beck using it to tie my
hands behind my back as he fucks me bent over the table fills my mind. I feel a
shiver run through my body at just the thought. This is going to be a quick
dinner because tonight I need Beck all to myself.

My attention is drawn back to the box as I
lift the lid. Silver and white tissue paper is arranged perfectly with a small
card placed on top with my name written on it. But there’s something about the
way my name is written on the card that feels all wrong to me.

It’s been ten years since I last saw Beck’s
handwriting, but I know this isn’t it. I toss the card to the side and tear
furiously at the tissue paper, driven by something that is a cross between
terror and sheer anger; I finally find what is sitting at the bottom of the
box.

A series of eight by ten photographs,
grainy and shot from what looks like outside my house. Each one of them
depicting Beck and I having sex somewhere inside my house with Beck’s face
scratched out.

My heart begins to race as my jaw clenches
involuntarily. I’m furious; I can feel a burning sensation build inside me, as
the feeling of being totally violated takes over. Right now, if Jason were in
front of me I could kill him with my bare hands. Enough of this shit.

I grab my phone from my purse and search
for Jason’s number, hitting send, he answers on the first ring.

“Listen you sick fuck!” I scream down the
phone. “I’ve had enough of your shit. They will catch you and when they do, I
swear to fucking god, you’re going to regret that you ever fucked with me.” I
take a deep breath because at this point I’m so riled up that I can’t seem to
control the words that are spewing from my mouth. But in that instant, his
smarmy voice breaks through and rattles my focus.

“Oh, Kelsey, you stupid bitch,” he says,
his voice thick and cruel. “Did you really think that you’d scare me off with
your attempt at bravery? My dick is so fucking hard right now. I love it when
you fight back.”

I gasp at his words, trying to find my
voice, but I’m suddenly inarticulate. I thought I could end all this by just
confronting him, but I was wrong. It seems to have only worsened the situation,
and what he says next, causes me more fear than I ever thought possible.

“I’m jerking off to the look on your
beautiful face, the one where your perfect red lips are parted and your face is
stark white. I fucking love the way you look when you’re scared. Even better,
you’re wearing that blue dress I love and I know for a fact that you don’t have
any panties on underneath it.”

I look down at my dress, my hand covering
my mouth.

“Don’t look so surprised, doll-face,
although I am enjoying the view right now.”

Before he can utter another word, the phone
slips from my hand, crashing onto the floor, as I stand stunned into silence.

He can see me; he can see me right now.

I race towards the front door, crashing
into Beck’s chest as he walks through the living room. “Beck!” I scream,
throwing my arms around his neck and clinging to him as if he’s my only
salvation.

“Baby,” he says, the panic evident in his
voice. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I called him,” I confess with my face
buried in his chest.

“You what?” he practically yells. “Goddamn
it, Kelsey!” he says as he peels me away from his body. “What the fuck were you
thinking?”

His hands are gripping my arms; I feel them
tighten when I tell him what happened. “He’s watching me right now, Beck,” I
say as my eyes grow wet. “He can see me. He can see us. He saw everything.”

Showing Beck the pictures Jason sent, I can
see the anger grow within in him. His body begins to shake as his heart beat
races. My hand is resting on his chest as he backs away from me.

Beck takes his phone from his pocket, one
of the pictures crumpled within the fist of his other hand as he shouts Finn’s
name into the phone. “Get your ass back here,” he growls. “And get at least
four of your men over here too.” Beck quiets for a moment as Finn speaks. He
nods his head and continues talking. “This fucking prick has cameras in here,
Finn. He has a key to her house. God fucking knows what else.”

Beck’s face is pinched and his jaw tight as
he finishes the call with Finn. When he looks over at me, I begin to cry as the
realization of all of this hits me. Hearing it said out loud makes it all very
real. Jason has violated any safety and peace I ever had. He’s taken my home
from me and all my privacy with it.

Beck steps in front of me, taking my face
in his hands, placing soft kisses all over my face and neck.

“Baby,” he whispers. “I’m going to fix all
of this. I’m going to get some of my buddies from Boston to come up and search
the house. They’ll find anything this fucker has put in here. Don’t worry. I
promise, you will be safe again.”

He peppers my face with kisses again, before
stepping back to make a few more phone calls. My chest is heaving with sobs,
each time I suck in a ragged, hard breath, but it does nothing to calm me down.

I can’t
believe this is happening.

Within two hours, Beck has changed the
locks on my house, the Rockport police and a few guys from Boston have arrived,
and they’ve begun the process of locating the cameras that Jason has hidden in
my house.

I can’t bear to watch any of it as they
tear at the drywall and over turn the furniture, rendering my tiny cottage a
disaster. I know it’s necessary, but even this makes me feel defiled. This
asshole is ruining my life.

It’s getting late and I feel the exhaustion
taking over. My legs are weak and my resolve to remain calm is failing me. Beck
walks into the kitchen just as I feel myself begin to break down again.

The tears fall hard as he pulls me into his
arms, shushing into my hair while he kisses the top of my head. “I know, baby,”
he says quietly, like he understands exactly how I’m feeling, making it okay
for me to fall apart. “We’re staying at the inn tonight. I packed your bag and
I’ve had a few of the guys check the room at the inn, too. Nothing there, okay?”
he says, but he doesn’t wait for my response before talking again. “Let’s go so
the guys can finish up.”

Beck slings his arm over my shoulders and I
lean into him for support. Still sniffling and wiping at my nose as I climb
into the truck, Beck puts the bags in the back while Bella hops in after. I
breathe a sigh of relief as he drives away.

I knew there was no way I could stay at my
house, but I couldn’t, in that moment, figure out exactly what to do or where
to go. With Beck here, I don’t even need to think about it because his need to
take care of me is always front and center. Right now, I need that.

Arriving at the inn, we enter one of my
favorite rooms, the one with the giant soaker bathtub and when I glance in the
direction of the bathroom, Beck smiles at me.

“You wanna take a bath?” he asks, a brazen
look on his face. I nod and he responds with, “Only if I can join you.”

“Always,” I answer, breathlessly thrilled.

Beck starts the water and when he turns
around, I’m standing naked in front of him. His breath catches and it makes me
giggle. I love that I still have this affect on him after all these years.

The hard exterior he’s had up since the
picture incident melts away and he reaches for me, pulling my naked body
against him. “You are the most wonderful distraction,” he murmurs into my ear
as his lips make their way across my neck and down my chest.

He pauses at my breast for a second,
running his fingers along the soft underside before taking my already hard,
pebbled nipple into his warm mouth. Sucking and biting softly, he owns my body
as my head falls back and a moan leaves my mouth.

Making his way down, stopping to trail his
tongue along my stomach as his teeth graze my bellybutton and his fingers slide
gently up the inside of my thigh. My body is ready, my pussy clenching at the
thought of his mouth devouring me.

Beck reaches behind him and turns off the
water, gazing up at me through heavy lids, he smirks before lifting my leg. His
beautiful mouth begins to run up my leg, placing slow, soft kisses as he slips
two fingers inside me.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” he
groans, his mouth stopping at the juncture of my thighs. His fingers glide in
and out of me, each pass making my pussy drip. “Kels, fuck, you’re soaking my
hand,” he growls out before his face is buried in my pussy.

My foot resting on his shoulder, I open my
knee wider to give him better access. As his tongue laps at my clit, his
fingers begin to move faster as he pumps them inside me.

Moaning loudly, I grip his already
disheveled hair in my hands, forcing his mouth closer. Looking up the length of
my body he groans, spreading vibrations up through my body, my clit growing
hard in response. “Kels, baby,” he says, seductively. “There’s nothing sweeter
than your wet pussy.” He groans again in appreciation before his mouth returns,
sucking and nibbling my clit.

It won’t be long; warmth fills my body, pooling
in my stomach as my pussy clenches tightly around Beck’s fingers.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my face
and hand,” he commands, slipping a third finger in me. My body can’t hold back,
his tongue licking methodically at my clit, as I give myself over to him.

Coming hard and fast, Beck continues
thrusting his fingers in and out until my body shudders from overstimulation. My
clit swollen and sensitive, he lightly brushes the tip of his tongue over it,
chuckling at me when I pull away from him.

Beck stands, his face only inches from
mine, I can see my juices glistening on his mouth, so I run my tongue along his
bottom lip, tasting myself on him.

My eyes never leaving his, I pull his shirt
over his head and begin to undo his pants. His hard cock falls into my palm as
I push his boxers down, eliciting a groan of satisfaction from him. My hand
strokes the length of his firm shaft as I feel it grow longer and harder with
each pass.

“Kels, fuck,” he growls. “I need to be
inside you. Now.”

I giggle at his assertiveness and his
demand. My body has been craving the feeling of his thick cock stretching my tight
pussy since he slid that third finger inside me.

“What about our bath?” I ask as innocently
as possible.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna get my ass in that tub
and you’re gonna slide that beautiful pussy down over my cock and ride me until
I explode inside you. I want your perfect tits in my face. I wanna suck your
nipples until you scream my name. I wanna mark every inch of you.”

“Fuck, Beck,” I say, but it comes out
hoarse and needy. My pussy is tingling with desire as I feel the wetness coat
my inner thighs. I need his cock inside me.

I climb into the tub, holding Kels’ hand so
she can follow me in. I take a seat in the corner and smile as she climbs onto
my lap, straddling my hips. My cock is rock hard right now and Kelsey smiles at
me as she rubs herself against me, teasing me.

“Baby,” I practically beg, my hands gripping
her hips.

“What, Beck?” she asks as if she doesn’t
know.

I growl as I lift her up, grab my cock in
one hand and position it at the entrance to her hot little pussy, before slamming
her back down again. “That,” I say, my hands on her hips lifting her again and repeating
the movement.

Kelsey’s head falls back, which only pushes
her chest even closer to my face. I lower my head and suck one of her nipples
into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth while I continue to move her up and
down on my cock.