Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) (8 page)

“Your girl?” I question as I roll my eyes
and let out a huff. “Please.”

Finn doesn’t seem to see the humor in it
and something about Beck’s comment pisses him off.

“Listen asshole. Life goes on. You think
when you left that we all stood around waiting for you to make your triumphant
return? Well, fuck you and have a little more respect for me than that. Kelsey’s
always been your girl, but you hurt us both and we found a friendship in hating
your ass. Get over yourself.”

Finn storms back to his car, leaving both
Beck and me standing somewhat dumbfounded in my driveway.

“Did you really think I’d hook up with your
brother?” I ask incredulously as Beck looks me up and down.

“No,” he says sheepishly and I finally
think I’ve gotten to him, but I should know better. “Finn’s a dick, who knows
what he’d try without me around.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Beck, stop making
this a pissing contest. You fucking win. You’re the big city detective and he
got the life you never wanted anyway. Grow up.” My hands go up in the air out
of frustration and the ridiculousness of all of this. I can’t keep going round
and round with him; fighting over every petty thing he finds fault in.

“Beck, I gotta get to work,” I say and I
can hear the exhaustion in my voice.

“I know. I’m taking you to work today.” He
stops and fumbles over his words slightly and I wait, but what he says next
shocks the shit out of me. “I’m sorry,” he utters awkwardly.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” I demand, suddenly angry
again. “Sorry, you left me ten years ago? Sorry you missed both my mom and dad’s
funerals? Sorry you fucked up my life? Tell me, I’d love to know.” By now my
voice has risen to a near yell and Beck is standing directly in front of me.

“Can you give me ten minutes?” he asks,
reaching for me just like he did last night. I back away. He can’t touch me. If
he does, I know it’s over.

“No. I have to get to work.”

“Then I’m coming with you. I didn’t come
back here to fight with you. I came back to make sure nothing happens to you
and right now, leaving you alone isn’t something I’m comfortable with.”

“Fine.” Since Beck’s arrival I haven’t
given much thought to this whole situation with Jason, but it just became real
all over again. He’s the reason Beck is here and I’d be lying if I said that
Beck didn’t make me feel safer.

I park my car around back and Beck does the
same, but it takes him a few seconds longer to follow me in through the door.
When I look back over my shoulder, he’s taking the place in. He looks around
with a look in his eyes that almost breaks my heart, but it’s what he says next
that actually does.

“The place looks great, Kels. Your dad
would be really proud of you.” I swallow hard and choke back the feeling of
tears, but there’s no stopping them when his voice turns quiet and he says, “I’m
really proud of you.”

I can’t look at him, so I head through the
door putting on a straight face, ready to start my day. Bella trots in ahead of
me and goes right for her usual spot behind the desk.

As soon as I enter the lobby, there’s Erin
in that stupid chair, scowling at me. I forgot I was supposed to meet her this
morning for coffee.

“Sorry,” I say, and she’s anything but
forgiving.

“Nope, not today, girly. You know what
today was?” she demands. “I’ll tell you. It’s the day that the bakery starts
making those cream cheese filled muffins and I missed it. I missed it because
of your ass.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll make it
up to you. I’ll have a dozen delivered tomorrow morning and you and I can chat
and you can eat till your heart’s content.”

She begins to cave a little and I smile at
her. “Fine,” she concedes. “But you have to promise—” Erin stops suddenly
and her eyes grow wide. When I turn around Beck is standing behind me and he
closes the distance between us and puts his hand on the small of my back. I can
feel the warmth through my shirt and when he slips his fingers under my shirt
and trails them against my bare skin, I feel like I’m on fire.

“Erin,” I manage to choke out. “You
remember Beck, right?”

Before I know it, Erin is yanking me by the
wrist, away from Beck’s hand and away from the overwhelming feeling that has
taken over. She pulls me into my office and slams the door.

“Fuck the cream cheese muffins!” she
shouts. “Tell me you fucked him!”

“Erin!”

“What?” she asks sounding appalled. “You
failed to mention he was here and you also failed to mention that he looks like
that
now.” Erin shakes her ass a
little and opens her mouth letting out a moan. “I mean I kinda guessed
considering what Finn looks like, but oh my god. Time has been good to that
boy.”

“Erin, I know you want all the details, but
I’m so late for work and I have a ton of shit to do today. I promise I’ll have
your muffins tomorrow and I’ll spill it all then, okay?”

“Fine, but you never answered my question,”
she says slightly annoyed with my brush-off.

“What question?”

“Did you fuck him?”

I laugh and shake my head and Erin seems
completely disappointed in me.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know because fuck, he looks
amazing, right?”

“Totes,” she says as we both leave the
office.

I re-introduce Beck and Erin and this time
it goes a little better, but Beck is strangely quiet. It’s been a long time
since they last saw each other, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous. At least
this time Beck keeps his hands to himself and Erin is, well, Erin. A little too
friendly, a little too loud and a little too crass, but what can I do?

We don’t have much time for a reunion, so
Erin heads out and I get to work. After meeting with my day manager, I find out
that one of my maids has called in sick and three rooms need to be cleaned. I
might be the owner, but I’m not above this kind of work.

I grab the maid’s cart from the closet,
along with a few clean sets of sheets and make my way to the rooms that need to
get done.

I open the first room and push the cart
against the wall in the hallway. I begin to strip the bed, tossing the sheets
to the side as I feel Beck’s eyes trail along my body.

I wasn’t expecting to be cleaning rooms
today, so I’m not dressed for it. My skirt begins to ride up and I have now
piled my hair on top of my head in a messy knot. I’m winded, so I take a break
and when I turn around, I can’t help but take him in.

He’s leaning against the doorjamb with that
smile on his face, the one that makes my panties wet and my nipples strain
against my bra. My mouth falls open slightly and I wet my suddenly dry lips.

Beck steps into the room and my memory
ignites instantly not letting me forget what happened in this exact room.

Our naked bodies, hot and writhing, under
the sheets of the bed. Beck on top of me, thrusting hard and fast, as I called
out his name, coming over and over, my hips meeting his every move. He
worshiped my body, tasting every inch of me; his tongue inside me, telling me
he’d never tasted anything sweeter. I was so turned on by him, by his words; by
the way he made my body feel. That was the first time he came inside me without
a condom. There was something so dirty and so forbidden about it, yet it felt
so right. To this day, he’s the only guy to have ever claimed me in that way
and I intend to keep it that way. He still owns every piece of me. I can’t seem
to let go.

“Kelsey.” I hear Beck say and I exhale
hard, trying to forget the picture I have in my mind.

“Yeah, what?” I ask, but it comes out
breathless and far too needy.

Beck laughs, and I know he’s thinking about
the same thing.

“It was pretty fucking awesome,” he says
winking at me. “You were a fucking vixen in the sack, Kels.”

I blush and look away from him. I don’t
know why I’m embarrassed, he’s seen me naked more times than I can even count.
When I look back up, he’s standing in front of me and he roughly takes my head
in his hand. Gripping it, he pulls it to the side, exposing my neck and making
me gasp out loud.

He runs his lips along my neck, stopping at
my ear, he whispers, “I couldn’t believe you let me come inside you. I’ve never
been as hard as I was that day.” My breath catches and I moan at his words. I
loved it back then when he’d talk dirty to me and now it has my body reeling
and ready to relive this memory. “I even went home and jacked off thinking
about the fact that you were walking around with my come inside you.”

“Beck,” I whimper.

“What, baby?” he says as he runs his hand
up the inside of my thigh, his fingers brushing the wetness in my panties.

“Don’t you have some place you need to be?”
I ask trying to slow things down, trying to get control of the situation.

“Oh Kelsey, you know exactly where I need
to be,” he says grabbing my breast through my shirt and squeezing until I toss
my head back. “I need to be in your pants.”

Just as I’m about to give in, I hear
someone clear their throat in the doorway to the room and I’m back to being as
professional as you can be with a flushed face and someone groping your tits.

“There’s a delivery at the desk for you.
Said you need to sign for it,” the day manager says, but she looks terribly
uncomfortable with what she’s just interrupted.

“Thank you. I’ll be right there,” I say
quickly, and she runs off without another word. I smooth my skirt and pull my
hair out of the knot before turning to Beck who has a shit-eating grin on his
face.

I throw a pillow at him and tell him to
finish up the room. I see him adjust himself and run his hands through his
hair. I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s all hot and bothered by that little
stroll down memory lane. But I am glad that it was stopped before it went too
far. I’m not ready to open myself up to everything that comes with having sex
with Beck again.

The UPS man is waiting at the desk when I
finally get back there. He hands me a package, I sign for it, and we make small
talk for a bit before he leaves. He’s at the inn making deliveries pretty
regularly, so it never crossed my mind to ask who the package came from, but
when I open it, I know exactly who sent it.

In the box, is a dead squirrel with a note
that reads: “A gift for Bella. Maybe next time she’ll be in the house when I
come back.”

I drop the box on the desk, my hands
shaking and my legs weak as I call Beck’s name and within seconds he’s next to
me.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters when he looks
down at the box. I grab hold of his shirt and he wraps his arms around me. The
fear returns, but in this moment I realize I need Beck more than I want to
admit.

“Did the UPS guy say anything?” Finn asks,
and I feel Kelsey shake her head. She’s still wrapped in my arms and although
her body’s finally stopped shaking, I’m reluctant to let her go. As soon as I
saw the package and read the note, I knew this little fucker was upping his
game. I also knew that this wasn’t going to be a simple weekend trip after all
and after I wrap things up with Finn here, I’m going to have to call Ryan and
let him know I won’t be back tomorrow as I’d originally planned.

“What are you going to do?” I ask my
brother.

“What, you don’t have any bright ideas,
city boy?” Finn shoots back.

“Finn…” Kelsey says straightening in my
arms.

“Don’t, Kels, I deserve that,” I tell her,
pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And you are the chief, Finn,” I say,
turning to my brother. “You’re the one in charge here.”

Finn says nothing, just stands there
staring at us, a look of surprise on his face.

“What?” I ask, suddenly annoyed.

“This morning you two were ready to rip
each other’s heads off,” he says, gesturing to us. “And now, what, you’ve
suddenly kissed and made up?”

I can hear the annoyance in his voice and
even though I know it’s not because he’s in love with my girl, it still pisses
me off. I open my mouth, ready to tell him to mind his own fucking business
when Kelsey speaks.

“Finn,” she says softly, stepping away from
me. I have an overwhelming urge to pull her back into my arms and keep her
there. I know now, I was a fucking idiot for ever walking away from this woman.
Of course I’m still in love with her, I never fucking stopped loving her and
right now, Boston and everything I thought I’d find by moving there, feels a million
miles away.

But when she says her next words, all of
the blood in my veins turns to ice. “It’s not like that,” she says.

Her words stab me through the heart, mainly
because I know how true they are. Nothing’s changed between us, no matter how
much I might want it to. “No,” I say, staring at the back of her head. “It’s
not.”

Kelsey turns to look at me and I can see
the hurt written all over her face. The hurt that I put there for leaving, but
the hurt I know she has because of all the reasons she knows I’m going to leave
again. I suddenly want to tell her that I won’t, that I’ll stay this time. That
I’m all hers because that’s all I’ve ever been. But I know it’s not as simple
as that.

She swallows and the hurt look disappears
before she takes a step towards me and puts a hand on my cheek. I automatically
lean in to it. “Thank you for being here, Beck,” she whispers. “Really.”

I’m staring into her gorgeous blue eyes and
as much as our future is a complication that neither of us can sort out, in
this second, I don’t fucking care. Right now, the only thing I want to do is
drag her back up to the room we were cleaning thirty minutes ago and finish
what we started. Make a whole new bunch of memories between those sheets.
Memories that wipe away all of the shit that happened ten years ago; all of the
shit that’s happening now.