Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) (30 page)

Slapping
and clawing at his face and arms, Jason just laughs and cracks me across the
face with his bare hand. The impact stings and starts to throb as he connects
with my already swollen and bruised cheek.

Once
my pants are down, he rests his knees on my arms again, rendering me immobile.
But I can’t just give in, screaming as loud as I can, until my voice is hoarse
and weak. I keep my eyes closed, as I hear the zipper of his pants. This can’t
be happening.

He’s going to rape me.

In
that second all I can think about is Beck. He was supposed to be the last man I
ever had sex with, but now I’m going to die and this fucker is going to have
taken that from me.

When
I open my eyes, Jason has his penis in his hand, stroking, but it remains
flaccid.

The
tears cease and any attempts to struggle underneath him subside as I realize he
gets off on the fight. If I can remain calm, there’s a possibility he won’t be
able to rape me.

When
he figures out what I’m doing, he grows angry and grabs my face in his hands. Sliding
his body off of mine, he yanks me up by my hair until both of us are kneeling
on the bed.

One
hand wrapped firmly around his still limp penis, the other gripping the back of
my neck, he forces my head down until it’s level with his penis.

“Suck
me off,” he yells, and an unwanted whimper leaves my mouth, my body betraying
me as I try to keep myself under control.

His
penis is bumping against my mouth, but I will not give in. I take his balls in
my hand and he groans with pleasure, but a second later, I squeeze as hard as I
can and his groan turns to a scream.

I
feel his hand tighten in my hair and he pulls firmly until I release him; my
scalp burning at the place where it feels like he ripped my hair out. He shoves
me back so I’m now flat on the bed again, his penis growing hard as I kick and
scream.

“I
love it when you fight back,” he spits out as he fists his penis and places
himself between my legs.

This isn’t happening.

A
sick feeling rises up in my throat and I turn my head to the side and vomit. It
runs down my cheek and on to the bed. Jason immediately slaps me across the
face and punishes me for the mess I made.

“Get
up,” he screams, yanking me from the bed by my arm as I begin to cry all over
again. The smell of vomit permeates the air and makes me gag. “Now I have to
fuck you on the floor because of what you did.”

He
forces me roughly to the ground, his leg sweeping mine out from under me as I
crash into the floor, falling hard on my side.

Jason’s
still erect penis is sticking out from his body as he mounts me, taking my
wrists in his hand and forcing them above my head.

At
this point my body is exhausted and defeated. I ache all over, my head
throbbing, my face burning, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.

I
finally give in, my body going lax as I feel Jason’s penis nudging at me. I
close my eyes and pray for it to be over.

He
tries several times to insert himself into me, but I’m willing my body to stop
him, knowing I can only fight him off for so long before he wins. I can hear
him huffing above me, as he grows more frustrated. He rakes his hands through
his hair, tugging and letting out a few more mumbled curse words before trying
again.

“Fuck!”
he screams out as he punches the floor next to me.

I
open my eyes, but look past him. I can’t make eye contact with him or he’ll see
the fear I know is written all over my face. My body is already shaking
uncontrollably and the tears are falling from my eyes without a single sound
leaving my mouth.

In
the doorway to the bedroom, I swear I see Beck.

But
it can’t be.

I’m
dreaming.

Yet
I still call out his name.

“Beck.”
I hear my weak and ragged voice whine as I focus on his eyes. They’re filled
with fear and hatred, but more than anything they’re filled with love. So I say
his name again, louder this time, and it takes everything in me to get it out.

Jason
whips around, his body still on top of me, holding me in place and that’s when
I realize it isn’t a dream.

His
gun is pointing at Beck and I close my eyes when I hear the click of the
trigger and the bullet leave his gun.

When
I open my eyes, everything moves in slow motion. Beck collapses in the doorway,
but his hands never leave his gun as I hear three more shots ring out.

Jason’s
limp body falls on top of me and I scream out loud. Struggling to get him off
me as I feel something wet begin to soak my shirt.

Blood.

He’s
dead.

He’s
finally dead.

I’m
too weak to move his heavy body and I cry out as he’s suddenly lifted off me. A
warm blanket is wrapped around my naked body as strong arms scoop me off the
ground.

I
look up and it’s Finn’s eyes I see. My hands grip his shirt and I bury my face
in his neck, sobbing and calling Beck’s name.

“It’s
okay, Kelsey,” he murmurs into my hair, shushing and kissing my head. “I’ve got
you.”

I
hear loud voices, people barking out orders and pounding feet, as sirens blare
through it all.

“Where’s
Beck?” I ask, fearful and Finn’s eyes say it all. His heart is beating so fast
and hard in his chest I can feel it pulsing against my skin. When the first
tear slips from his eye, I can’t control myself and I immediately start
screaming.

“He
was shot, Kels,” he tells me, but his voice is shaky. “They took him away in an
ambulance.”

“No!
No, no, no!” I yell, my hands digging into Finn’s skin as I sob hysterically.

Why is this happening to us?

“Kels,” I yell, trying to sit up. “Kelsey!”

“Sir, please, just lie back,” a voice I don’t
recognize says. “We need you to calm down.”

“Fuck that,” I say, a jolt of pain shooting
through me as I try to sit up again. “I need to find Kelsey.”

“The other officer has got her,” the voice
says. “But I’m going to need you to lie back and calm down, you’ve lost a lot
of blood.”

I feel hands push on my shoulders as
another shot of pain hits me. All of sudden, I feel woozy, almost like I’m
going to be sick. The entire room starts to spin and whatever I’m lying on is
jolting from side to side as though we are moving.

“Sir?” the voice says again. “Sir, can you
hear me?”

“What?” I say, my voice suddenly garbled as
though my mouth is filled with cotton. “Whatdidyousay?”

“Sir, I need you to stay with me,” the
voice repeats and I can’t help but think,
stay
with you where?

What’s going on, where am I and what is
happening to me?

All of sudden, everything goes black, a
heavy weight settling over me and pushing me under. The last thing I remember before
everything disappears is an image of Kelsey, half naked as a man hovers over
her.

NO!

When I next open my eyes, I’m lying in a
bed and my entire body feels heavy. My throat is sore and scratchy and when I
lift my arms, trying to work out where I am, nothing moves.

“Beck, don’t,” comes a voice I never
expected to hear again. “Just relax, I’ll get you some water.”

I force my eyes to open and when they do, I
see her. Kelsey is sitting on the side of my bed, staring down at me with so
much love on her face, it makes my chest ache. But then I see the bruises and
cuts, the black eye she now sports and all of a sudden, I’m filled with anger.

“Fucking hell,” I say, my voice hoarse and
rough as I try to sit up.

“Shhh, baby,” she says, gently pushing me
back onto the bed. “I’m okay.”

I shake my head at her, my eyes
unexpectedly filling with tears as memories of what I saw when we stormed the
farmhouse, flash through my head. The second I heard her scream, I’d legged it
to the front door, my shoulder slamming into it with enough force to open it
and knock the wind out of me at the same time.

I’d had to stop for a breath, and as the
door hit the wall, I heard a second scream. It was enough to have me raise my
gun and go running into the house. The front rooms had turned up empty, the
sound of a running shower, drawing me to the back of the house. I looked in a
bedroom that had a single bed, the imprint of a body that once slept in it,
left behind.

“Fuck Kels, where are you?” I’d said, just
as another scream rang out, followed by a loud thump and a frustrated, “Fuck!”

I’d immediately left the room, turning and
walking down the hall in the opposite direction to what appeared to be the
master bedroom. When I’d stepped into the doorway however, I felt like everything
came crashing down around me.

Lying on the ground was a half dressed
Kelsey, her pants around her ankles, as a naked Jason hovered over her, holding
her down as he tried to rape her. I thought I was going to throw up, but when
Kelsey turned and saw me, all of the pain and fear on her face strengthened my
resolve. In that second, I knew I wasn’t going to throw up, I was going to kill
this motherfucker.

Lifting my gun so it was aimed straight at
his head, I’d called out, “Get the fuck off my girl,” just as Jason had turned
to me.

It was then that I noticed the gun in his
hand, the gun that was now pointing directly at my chest. I wasn’t wearing a
vest; Gloucester and Rockport police not issuing vests because they didn’t fit
the mandate for small towns.

I’d had guns pulled on me before, but never
like this. I’d forced myself to lock onto his eyes, swallowing down my nerves
as I readied myself to pull the trigger. The only thought running through my
brain was,
you are not taking her away
from me.

I heard the noise before I felt the pain,
the shock not setting in until I found myself falling on my ass, my gun still
leveled on Jason. Without thinking anymore, I pulled the trigger, once, twice,
three times, smiling as each round landed solidly in his chest.

Then I’d blacked out, only coming to when I
must have been in the ambulance. I’d had no idea where Kelsey was, or what had
happened to her. I’d seen the bullets hit Jason, watched as his body had
collapsed, but had I killed him? And had he had a chance to hurt her first?

Now, looking at her face, I was certain he
had.

“Beck, Beck are you okay?” she asks, her
voice worried as she brings me back to the present. “Do you want me to get the
nurse?”

I shake my head, tears falling down my face
as I implore her to come closer. She must understand, because the next thing I
know, Kelsey has wrapped her arms around me and her face buried in my neck as
she starts to cry.

“Oh god, I thought I’d lost you, Beck,” she
says. “I thought I wasn’t ever going to see you again and then you showed up and
saved me, but he shot you and fuck, I thought I’d lost you all over again.”

Her words are all said in a rush, caught up
on her sobs as she cries into my shoulder. I force my arms to move and wrap around
her as I hold her against me.

Eventually she stops crying, her body no
longer shaking as she lifts herself off me. Sitting back to look at me, I watch
as her hands brush away the tears.

“You…” I try, my voice still hoarse. “You…”

“Here,” she says, handing me a cup. “Drink
this first.”

I take it and drink the water in one go.
Handing it back to her, I push my body off the bed, wincing as a sharp pain
shoots through my right shoulder. Kelsey leans over me and adjusts the bed
using a button on the side and I smile as it starts to rise behind me.

“Thank you,” I say, my voice finally strong
enough to talk.

“Thank you, Beck,” she says, grabbing my
hand in both of hers and lifting it to her mouth for a kiss. “Thank you for
saving me.”

My stomach lurches again as I think about
what happened. “I’m so sorry, baby,” I say, my voice catching on the words. “I’m
so sorry I let this happen to you.”

“What?! No, no, you didn’t do anything,
Beck. You saved me, you rescued me from him.”

I frown up at her, freeing one of my hands
as I gently stroke her unbruised cheek. “I let him take you,” I whisper. “I
wasn’t there to protect you, like I promised and he…” I have to stop and
swallow hard before I can continue. “Look what he did to you, baby. What he was
doing to you when I walked in.”

“Beck,” Kelsey says, her voice firm as she
looks me right in the eye. “This isn’t your fault, okay? None of what happened
is your fault. You can’t be held responsible for Jason’s actions, the guy was a
straight up psychopath.”

I’m shaking my head before she’s even
finished. “But if I hadn’t gone back to Boston,” I say. “Hell, if I’d never
moved to Boston in the first place, none of this would have happened.”

“No, Beck, I don’t want you thinking that,”
she says, her hand reaching out and cupping my cheek now. “We have no idea what
could or would have happened, okay? And there’s nothing we can do to change it
now. Just know, that I am forever grateful for what you did for me today. For
not giving up the search and for being such a protective, macho ass,” she says,
smiling as she teases me and tries to lighten the mood.