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“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” I say, my
hand grabbing at her other breast, my fingers mimicking my tongue. Kelsey’s
hands are on my hips now, her fingers fumbling for my belt. Everything about
this feels so familiar, but so new, all at the same time. I haven’t been with
her in so long and her body already feels different in my arms. She’s all long
legs and lean muscle, her skin already tanned from the sun. But underneath it
all, she’s still the same woman whose virginity I took, the same woman who’d
blush every time I told her I wanted to watch her come, and the same woman who
made me come harder than I’ve ever come before.

“God, I’ve missed you, baby.” The words are
out before I can stop them and the second they are, I immediately wish I could
take them back. Kelsey’s body goes rigid in my arms again before she pushes me
away.

“Get out, Beck,” she says, her voice
detached and emotionless.

“Kels, what the fuck?”

She looks at me, her jaw set as though she’s
pissed she let things get this far. But it’s her eyes that get me. They are
filled with hurt, the same hurt that was in them ten years ago when I told her
I was leaving.

“Kelsey,” I say gently, running my hands up
and down her bare arms. “Don’t do this, baby. We both want this, you know we
do.”

She shakes her head, her body still tight
and unyielding. “No, Beck, I don’t. You don’t get to miss me after you walked
away. And right now, I want you to get out of my house,” she says, pulling away
and walking towards her front door. “I don’t need your help anymore.”

I run a hand through my hair in frustration
before reaching down and adjusting my pants. Two minutes ago I thought I’d be
buried deep inside the only woman I’ve ever loved, only now, she’s kicking me
out without so much as an, I’m sorry things didn’t work out between us. I walk
towards the door, giving her dog a quick pat on the way. I see Kelsey glare at
her in response.

I stop when I reach the door. “This isn’t
over, Kelsey,” I say. “I’m not leaving until this guy is caught.”

“Whatever, Beck,” she says, pushing me all
the way out. “Don’t expect to see me.” And then she slams the door in my face
and I’m left standing on her front porch.

“Fuck,” I say as the outside light goes
off. I walk down the steps and head towards my truck, which I’d parked outside
the neighbor’s house. Kelsey wouldn’t have recognized it anyway, I’ve only had
it two years, but I didn’t want to give her any excuse not to come inside.
“Fucking hell,” I say again, sliding in behind the wheel.

I pull away from the curb and head back into
town. It’s Saturday night, so for once the place is actually open, if open is
the right word to describe it. Come back on a weeknight and this place is
deader than a fucking graveyard, all the stores and most of the restaurants
closed as the owners are tucked up at home in front of the TV.

I head towards the one place that was
always open though, the one place I know I need to go. If this place is as I
remember it, which judging by the lack of action on the streets it is, then
half the town already knows I’m back. And if I don’t go and see Pop before the
night’s over, then I know there’ll be hell to pay. Not just from him, but half
the fucking town. Jesus christ, this was half the reason I left in the first
place. Fuck knows how Kelsey could ever put up with it, especially when we
seemed to be the main source of gossip for the whole fucking town.

Guess that’s what happens when the chief of
police’s son gets busted fucking the owner of the most popular inn’s only
daughter. Rumor and gossip spreads and before I could say, “mind your own
fucking business,” the whole town had us married and Kelsey knocked up.

“Fucking hell,” I say out loud, my hand
slamming the steering wheel in frustration as the image of Kelsey, pregnant
with my child, flashes before me. That wasn’t what I’d wanted back then, I was
only nineteen for christ’s sake. But now, after seeing her tonight, after
tasting and feeling everything I’d been missing for the last ten years, fuck, I’d
do just about anything to have Kelsey be mine again.

Shaking my head, I pull around to the back
of O’Loughlins, parking my truck next to Pop’s SUV. Guess I’m gonna have to see
if I can crash at home too, seeing as my chances of sleeping with Kelsey seem
to have been shot to shit.

“Well, well, well,” my dad says as I walk
in through the back door of the pub. “I was wondering when you’d show your face
in here.”

“Hey, Pop,” I say, my body collapsing on a
stool at the corner of the long bar. He slides a Guinness towards me and I
smile gratefully, my body suddenly exhausted from the day’s events.

“How long you back for?” he says, wiping
his hands as he stands in front of me. I shrug, not really sure what’s going to
happen now. “You been to see her?” he asks.

I look up and see Pop’s keen eyes watching
me. Of course he’d know why I’m back, he wasn’t Chief of Police for fifteen
years for nothing. “Yeah, just now.”

“And?”

“And what?” I ask, frustrated as I down
half my pint in one go.

“And what are you going to do about it
all?”

“Jesus christ, Pop,” I say, frustrated.
“Finn’s the chief in this town, not me.”

Pop slings a towel over his shoulder as he
pours a pint of beer for a guy standing beside me. The pub is half full
tonight, mainly tourists, but I’m grateful, because it means nobody I know is
in here. Fuck knows the shit I’d be getting from them for being back.

“Yeah, but you’re the one who’s in love
with her, aren’t you,” he says, turning to give me a knowing look.

I roll my eyes. “I’m not in love with her,”
I say, even though the words sound like bullshit even to me.

Pop laughs and I shoot him a dirty look.
“That’s the biggest load of crap, if ever I’ve heard it,” he says, handing me
another pint. “Sounds like the same crap you used to spin when you tried to
pretend you hadn’t snuck Kelsey upstairs to your bedroom most nights.”

I shake my head, remembering all those
nights when we were kids. We hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other.
I don’t know what it was, but from the minute I started working in her parents’
inn, there’d been no other woman for me. There was just something about her,
and it wasn’t just how fucking hot she was or that she had a body to die for.
It was all the other things, the parts that only I knew about. Kelsey had
always been adventurous and funny as fuck, but she was also tough; the only
woman who’d ever stood up to me and pushed back when I pushed first. Our
relationship had always been passionate and heated, both of us getting off on
pushing each other’s buttons; tonight had been a prime example of that. Only
tonight, Kelsey had put a stop to it. Something she’d never normally done
before.

“Beck,” Pop says, his voice softer now.

“What?” I ask, my shoulders hunched over my
pint as I wonder what the fuck I’m supposed to do next.

“She still loves you too, you know,” he
says, before walking off to serve another group of tourists.

“Fuck,” I mumble into my beer. This isn’t
going to be as simple as I’d thought.

 

Sunday morning and I wake to the sun
spilling into my childhood bedroom and the sound of waves crashing, coming in
through the open window. I roll over, half expecting to find Kelsey sleeping
beside me, but then I remember, I’m twenty-nine, not nineteen, and we are no
longer together.

I sit up, knowing there’s no chance of me
getting back to sleep now. It’s only seven o’clock in the morning, and despite
a pounding headache from the countless pints of beer I’d drunk last night, they’d
been the only thing to put me to sleep in the first place.

“What are you doing here, you idiot?” I ask
my reflection when I walk into the bathroom. “She doesn’t want you here and you’re
a fucking idiot to think you can waltz in here and sort everything out.” I
shake my head at how pathetic I am before climbing into a hot shower. I need to
go and pick up my truck and then I need to go and see Finn, find out what’s
going on with the search for this fuckhead who’s decided to stalk Kelsey.

As I towel off and walk back towards my
room, pulling on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that Kelsey always used to
try and steal, I know I’m also going to have to go and see her. If nothing
else, I need to apologize for last night. Breaking into her house—even if
it wasn’t technically breaking in because I knew the alarm code—was a
dick thing to do. And even if she wasn’t prepared to forget about what happened
ten years ago and maybe give us another shot now, I knew I still wanted her to
know that despite everything, I was going to find this guy.

Because if it’s one thing I knew more than
anything, Kelsey belonged to only one person.

Me.

 
Chapter Seven
Kelsey
 

Well, goddamn it.

Did that really happen last night? Seeing
Beck sitting on my couch did things to my body and my mind that I never
expected. There is such a fine line between anger and lust and I pushed it to the
limit last night. I have never wanted him so badly and it took everything in me
to turn him away, but the past is not so distant a memory. It still hurts like
hell, and the last thing I want to re-experience is losing him all over again.
Even though every fiber of my being was craving him, needing him, wanting him.

Arguing with him turned me on more than I
can even fathom. My panties were soaked and all my desire pooling in one place,
a place that only Beck’s cock could fill. When he pulled me into his arms, I
ground myself against his leg trying to soothe the ache that developed between
mine. His piercing blue eyes connected with mine as images of him bending me
over my couch and fucking me, hard and fast flooded my mind. It was all too
much. I knew I needed to push him away; I needed to protect myself.

It’s seven in the morning and I’m awake, I
have been for the last three hours. I haven’t slept well in weeks. Ever since
this shit went down with Jason, my life has been in disarray. Now coupled with
Beck returning, I can’t seem to shut my brain down.

He looked far better than I could have even
imagined. The pictures I found on Google did not do him justice. To see that
beautiful face and those gorgeous eyes; his body, strong and firm, full of
muscle, but somehow still the boy I remember, the body I knew so well.

It was like we hadn’t even missed a day
together, him remembering everything about me, everything that turned me on.
The way his hand slipped under my tank, the way his fingers trailed along my
skin leaving it hot and burning from his touch. And when he took my nipple in
his mouth it was like a direct line to my already wet center. To feel him
inside me, to have him fuck me and end the need that began to take over was
overwhelming, but when I heard his voice, when he called me baby, something in
me flipped and all I could remember was him leaving me. All the pain, the hurt,
the tears came back to me, and I knew I needed to stop it before it went any
further.

I roll over and groan at the thought of
having to get out of bed because I’d honestly love to hide out here until Beck
decides to give up and fuck off back to the city. I figure he’ll be gone soon,
because he can’t get what he came here for—Me. I’m not his anymore and
neither is my body.

 

After taking far too long to shower and eat
breakfast, I’m finally ready to head into work. I send Finn a text to let him
know I’ll be leaving in a few, since we agreed I wouldn’t go anywhere with out
giving him a heads up. I get a quick text back telling me to give him ten
minutes and he’ll be over.

I give him some time, but grow tired of
waiting, so I pack up my things, whistle for Bella, who is still obsessing over
that squirrel and we both head out to the car.

Just as I’m stepping out the front door,
Beck is climbing out of his truck, which is parked in my driveway. Of course he
looks amazing. That boy could make a fucking snowsuit look hot. Dressed in an
old t-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans, it’s hard to look away and even
harder to tell my body to stop betraying me. He leans back against the front of
the truck, his arms crossed over his chest as he flashes me his cheeky little
smile. It was that one thing, no matter how mad I was, that got me to forgive
him. That fucking smile, those perfect teeth; all of it together with his eyes
and that face, I was powerless. He’d call me ‘baby’ and that would be the end
of it. Something about the way he said it, the tone of his voice, the way he
looked at me; it all made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. The
only girl he would ever love. But in the end, it was a lie and I won’t fall for
his game again.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I mumble as I
stomp to my car not even acknowledging his presence. Guess he can’t take a
hint.

“Kelsey, wait,” he calls as I unlock my
car. I’m not sure what I plan to do since he’s blocking me in. Maybe I can just
sit in my car and act like he’s not here. I’m being a little childish and I
realize that.

I turn to face him just as Finn pulls in
behind Beck’s truck. As he’s walking up the driveway I hear him chuckle as he
shakes his head. He walks right past Beck and greets me with a kiss on the
cheek. But it’s that second when I see something in Beck change. His jaw tenses
and he uncrosses his arms, standing up a little straighter now. I smirk at him
when I realize he’s jealous.

“Morning, Kelsey,” Finn says. “You ready?”

“I would be, but this dick has me blocked
in,” I say as I thumb in Beck’s direction. “Maybe you could help me out with
that, Chief?”

Before Finn can respond Beck is jumping
down his throat.

“What the fuck’s going on here? You trying
to steal my girl?” he accuses and I laugh, but Finn’s face is stoic.

BOOK: Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1)
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