Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) (32 page)

“Anything
else?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Nope,”
I say, wetting my lips as I sit back and let my fingers run over my breasts.

“Then,
baby, get moving before I blow my load right now.”

I push
myself down over him, every muscle tight as I hold still, listen to him panting
and watch his chest rise and fall.

“Fuck,
Kels, you’re so tight,” he moans and I smile at him, rotating my hips, but
never giving him exactly what he wants.

Beck
bites down hard on his bottom lip as I continue my sweet torture. My hips
shifting back and forth, watching in fascination as he tries to keep his
composure.

His left
hand comes up to grip my hip and when he lifts his injured arm, I tsk at him.

“No, no,
no, baby,” I say, disciplining him with a small swat to the hand. “You
promised.”

“And you
promised to fuck me,” he growls.

I begin
to move now, slowly still, but I can’t help myself, and I increase the tempo; my
pussy sliding up and down his thick, rigid cock. I move above him as his eyes
take me in, never leaving my body and when I slide my fingers over my clit, his
eyes dart to where our bodies are connected.

Rubbing
slowly, I feel myself growing closer and I thrust my body harder against his
hips. Beck pulls my hand from my center and licks my juices from my fingers.

“Fuck, I
miss the taste of your pussy, baby,” he says and his words make me clench
around him. “Come for me, baby. I wanna see you come.”

I fall
apart above him. My body shaking as I continue slipping in and out of him,
calling his name over and over; my orgasm consuming me.

“That’s
it, baby,” he says as he watches and begins to rub my sensitive, swollen clit
with his thumb sending me over the edge once again.

By now I’m
riding Beck’s cock hard and fast, my pussy milking him until he finally empties
himself inside me. My name a strangled breath that leaves his mouth.

I fall
against his chest, panting as my fingers run through his sweaty hair.

“Baby,”
he says, his breathing slowing down and his body going lax under me. “I’m never
leaving you.”

I don’t
ask what he means by that; I’m just enjoying the time I have with him and
loving every second of it. Having him back safe is all that matters to me right
now.

An hour
later, both of us are up and dressed. I need to go into work today, even though
Beck continues to protest.

Since
returning home, I’ve spent a small amount of time at the inn; working only half
days or going in for a couple of hours. But I am the owner and I’ve always
taken an active role in what happens during the day-to-day operations. I need
to get back into my every day routine eventually.

I knew
my staff was amazing, but it never occurred to me how much they truly care
about me, and the inn, until everything happened with Jason. Each one of my
employees not only taking on jobs that weren’t in their job descriptions, but
also learning how to do things that only I knew how to do.

Marco,
my head chef, taught himself how to do payroll and Abby, my nighttime desk
assistant, learned how to do bank deposits to help alleviate some the stress
for the morning crew. The list is endless and I immediately gave raises to each
one of them, not only for their support but also for their loyalty to me and
the inn; trustworthiness being more important than anything when running a
small business.

“I gotta
go, baby,” I tell him as he pouts and pulls me into his arms. “I’ll be back in
a few hours and I’ll bring you that steak sandwich on garlic bread that you
love, okay?”

“Fine,”
Beck says, conceding, but still stomping his feet like a spoiled child. “It’s
boring here without you,” he whines, as Bella sidles up next to him and his
hand drops down to pet her. She’s been up his ass ever since he came back
injured. It’s really quite adorable.

“I know,
you tell me that every day, but you have Bella to keep you company.” I kiss him
quickly and wiggle out of his grasp. “Why don’t you go see what Finn’s up to?”
I suggest and he shrugs his shoulder. “Or, I think Ryan’s still in town. Swing
by Erin’s place and see what’s going on with him.”

“No,” he
says with a disgusted look on his face. “I think we both know what’s going on
with Ryan.”

“Good
point,” I answer, making my way to the front door. “You can either sit around
here all day moping or you can find something to do.” This time my words are
firm and he laughs at me.

“Fine,
bossy girl,” he says, before catching up to me at the front door and pulling me
in for one last kiss. “Have a good day.”

“I will
and I love you.”

“I love
you too.”

I still
haven’t gotten a new car and as I hop up into Beck’s truck, the seat familiar
and the smell comforting, I’m not sure I want to. Maybe I can convince him to
get a new car instead of me.

I pull
around to the back of the inn and take a look around. After everything that
happened I have a newfound appreciation for all the things in my life, the inn
definitely being one of them.

When I
walk in the first thing I see is Erin sitting in that horrible chair and it
makes me smile. I never thought there would come a time that I would love that
chair, but right now I do.

“Hey,
girly,” she says, smiling at me. “You wanna get some breakfast? And don’t tell
me you’re busy because I’ve been here since six getting all your work done.”

“Erin,”
I say, my head cocked to the side, tears welling up in my eyes. “I love you.”

“I love
you too and you know that’s true because there’s no one else I’d get up at five
in the morning for during the summer but you.”

“I
thought Ryan was in town?” I ask as she slings her arm around my shoulders and
we walk towards the restaurant.

“He is,
but I wore his ass out. He’s sleeping, like the lazy sack of shit he is.” She
smirks at me and her smile conveys that she doesn’t believe a word she says.
And there’s something in her eyes too, something that screams she loves this
boy.

We sit
down and order as Erin and I chat about everything but the situation with
Jason. We’ve talked about it many times, but there comes a point when
continually reliving it becomes too much. Erin recognizes that and does
everything she can to keep my mind off it and help me with my recovery.

But
today, I feel like I need to share my news with her and I’m sure to most people
it sounds miniscule, possibly even stupid, but to me it’s a huge step in the
right direction.

“I didn’t
have a nightmare last night. Slept straight through,” I say and Erin’s face
lights up.

“Oh my
god, Kelsey that’s so fucking great. How do you feel?” she asks, still beaming.

“Like I
could take on the world,” I tell her and she laughs.

Smiling
and laughing with her, my laughter turns to tears and before I know it, I’m
sobbing over my mimosa.

But they’re
the best kind of tears.

“Oh,
sweets,” Erin says, sliding her hand across the table to cover mine. Her eyes
are filled with tears and I can’t help the words that spill from my mouth.

“Erin,”
I attempt, but it comes out all slushy. “Thank you so much for being so
supportive. You are the most amazing friend anyone could ask for and I love you
so much.”

“Oh,
Kelsey,” she says choking back the tears. “I wish I could understand what you
just said because I’m sure it was wonderful.”

Leave it
to Erin to make me laugh and ruin a perfectly sentimental moment.

I stand
up and she does the same, pulling me into a hug, her arms wrapping tightly around
my body, the two of us stand like this for what feels like forever. I’m not
sure what I would do without her.

With all
the support I’ve received throughout all of this, from Erin and Finn and Pop,
Beck and Ryan and my staff at the inn, and the way the entire town rallied
around Beck and me, I can’t imagine ever leaving any of it behind for a life
somewhere else.

I can
only hope Beck feels the same way.

After Kelsey leaves, I take Bella out for a
walk along the beach, enjoying yet another day of not having to work and
knowing my girl is safe. These past two weeks haven’t been the easiest; the
fall-out from what happened with Jason, almost as bad as what came before.

Kelsey has been plagued with nightmares
ever since it happened, and it fucking killed me that first week, being stuck
in the hospital while she was at home without me. Luckily Finn stepped in and
spent each night with her, making sure she felt safe, even if the fucker was
now dead.

I can’t say I’ve been sleeping that well
either, waking almost every hour just to check she’s really okay and still lying
safely beside me. After we found out just how fucking nuts this Jason guy was,
it really hit home to me that I could have so easily lost Kels in all this.

The docs at the hospital told me I might
experience some post-traumatic stress after getting shot, but I hadn’t really
believed them. Funny thing is, it’s not so much been about me getting shot, but
more about not being around to protect Kels.

Which is what’s made my decision to quit
the Boston PD and move back to Rockport that much easier. After everything that’s
happened, I can’t imagine not being with Kels. I can’t imagine not falling
asleep beside her and waking up next to her each day either.

I want to be around if and when she has another
nightmare, to hold her and comfort her until she falls back to sleep again,
safely wrapped in my arms. And I want her to know that I meant what I said
about not leaving her again. I love her; I love her so fucking much that no job
in the world is worth the pain of being apart from her.

I know I still need to call my captain and
explain it to him, and Ryan’s probably going to shit about me not coming back
either, but I feel good about my decision. For the first time since I left this
place, I know I’m doing the right thing.

Now, I just need to convince Kels and Pop
about what happens next.

“Come on girl,” I shout to Bella, as we
walk back to the house. I put out a bowl of food and change her water before
grabbing my keys and making the short walk into town. Kelsey has been using my
truck since her car got blown up. I can’t drive anyway, so it doesn’t really
bother me, although I’m probably going to have to get her a new one soon.

I walk into Pop’s pub just as the clock
strikes noon, smiling as he looks up at me.

“Beer o’clock?” he says, already pouring me
a pint.

I laugh. “Beer and lunch if I can,” I say,
taking a seat at the bar. “And some of your time, too.”

Pop grins as he hands me my drink. “Kitchen’s
open, what would you like?” he says, handing the limited menu to me. “And you
can always have my time, Son,” he says, his voice softer. I glance up at my dad
and see him watching me, a look of concern on his face. “You doing okay?” he
asks.

I nod. “Yeah,” I say, taking a sip of my
beer. “Getting there anyway.”

“How’s Kels doing,” he asks, wiping down
the bar.

“She’s getting there too,” I say. “First
sleep without a nightmare last night, so…” I trail off, knowing it’s going to
be a while before either of us is sleeping comfortably. Last night was
definitely a step forward, but I get the feeling we’ll be taking a couple of
steps back sometimes too.

“Good,” Pop says. “Must be nice having you
home from the hospital,” he adds on. “How’s the shoulder doing?”

I glance at my still bandaged shoulder. “It’s
okay,” I say. “Still sore, but I’ve still got a couple more weeks of rehab. Doc
said it was going to take a while, the bullet tore through the muscle pretty
good.”

“Guess that means work is out of the
question for now,” Pop says, stopping his cleaning and giving me a look.

I meet his stare, my hands wrapped around
my cold beer. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” I say,
letting out a deep breath.

“Oh?” Pop says, crossing his arms in front
of him.

“Yeah,” I say, taking another quick drink.
“I’m staying in Rockport, Pop,” I blurt out. “I can’t leave her, not again,” I
say. “It’s just not possible for me to walk away when I love her this much. I
don’t want to and no job is ever gonna be worth being without her.”

Pop stares at me for what feels like
forever. I’m about to open my mouth and tell him that I’m positive this is the
right move for me. I’m sure he’s thinking I’m being rash, rushing into a
decision when I haven’t really thought it through. The truth is though, I’ve
been thinking about this ever since I first came back into town.

Finally Pop smiles at me. “That, my boy,”
he says, clapping me on my uninjured shoulder. “Is the smartest decision you’ve
ever made.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised.

He nods. “Look, I get why you had to leave,
Beck, we all did. All you ever wanted growing up was to be one of those cops
you saw on TV. Working in this town, doing what Finn does, that was never going
to work for you.” Pop stops and helps himself to a beer now before continuing. “Which
is not to say this job doesn’t come with it’s own responsibilities and
problems, it does, trust me I know. But I get why you had to go to Boston for
yours. My question now is, what next? You gonna try and get a transfer to the
Rockport police?”