Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) (19 page)

“Fuck,” I say again. “I wonder why none of
these women have ever come forward and complained about him?”

“Yeah I know,” Ryan says. “I’m actually
looking into that now, wondering if maybe these women didn’t just disappear
altogether. The DA is very interested given everything we’ve found. They
approved the expansion of the search warrant to include a storage locker this
guy has.”

I take a deep breath as the full ramifications
of what this guy has done hits me. I never expected it to be this bad or get
this far. Just knowing Kelsey was once involved with him is bad enough, but to
think it could’ve gone further. That Kelsey could have wound up on one of those
tapes…or worse. I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“Ryan,” I say, exhaling hard as I run a
hand through my hair and force myself to remain calm. “Thanks buddy, I really
appreciate everything you’re doing for me down there.”

“Beck, please, it’s nothing. I’m just glad
I can help out.”

“Keep me posted on what you find?” I ask
him.

“For sure,” Ryan says. “I might be up again
next weekend if I can. We can go over things in person and come up with a plan
for catching this asshole.”

Despite all the shit that Ryan’s just told
me, I can’t help but smile. “Uh huh, and that’s the real reason you’re coming
up here then, Summers?”

“Well, that and a certain fiery little
redhead,” he says, laughing.

I laugh. “Fucking knew it, you’re so whipped,”
I say.

“Whatever,” Ryan says. “I’ll talk to you
soon.” And then he hangs up.

“What’s going on?” Finn asks, and I turn
and see him standing next to me.

I scrub a hand down my face, trying to work
out where the fuck to start. Jesus, this shit just got real and if I thought I
was worried about Kels and what this fucker might do to her before, then it’s
nothing compared to how I’m feeling now. There is absolutely no way she can be
on her own now, not until this bastard is caught. At least Finn’s got a uniform
at the inn so she can work, but she’s gonna have to stick with me at all other
times because there is no way I’m letting her out of my sight.

“A fuckload,” I say to him.

“Talk to me,” Finn says, gesturing for me
to sit.

I do and then I proceed to fill my brother
in on everything Ryan found in Boston.

The inn is bustling with guests now that
tourist season is in full swing and I’m entirely grateful. Not only for the
fact that it keeps my head above water and pays the mortgage on my cottage, but
also for the distraction it brings me.

I have hardly any time to focus on what
Beck told me was found in my house and at this point, I’m trying to convince
myself that I can’t let Jason ruin my life. I can’t continually live in fear
for what may come next and I have to trust Beck and Finn that they are doing
everything they can to catch Jason. My life needs to go on.

Smiling as I check in a few guests that
have arrived early, I look down at my watch noticing the morning has flown by.
I need to meet Erin in ten minutes for lunch and then I have to finish
arranging the evening I have planned for Beck and me.

My smile grows bigger and warmth spreads
throughout my body at just the thought of Beck. Hearing him say I love you
couldn’t have come at a better time. A time when I needed it more than anything
and although neither of us has worked out exactly how our life together will go
down, we both know we can’t go back to the way things were. Living without Beck
is no longer an option.

I start to wonder if I could run the inn
from Boston, just coming up on the weekends or commuting a few days a week.
Winters are slow and I have a wonderful staff here who could keep the place
running in my absence. With both my parents gone now and no one to hold me
here, I feel like I should give it a try.

Now that all the guests are checked in and
settled, I leave my desk clerk to take care of anything that should come up
while I’m having lunch with Erin. Grabbing my purse and giving Bella a quick
pat, I head next door to the restaurant.

Sam, the young rookie Finn has stationed at
the inn, is sitting on the porch chatting with a cute tourist as I walk out.

“Hey, Sam,” I say as he greets me with a
shy smile and a nod of his head. “If Beck or Finn come by can you let them know
I’m next door having lunch with Erin?”

“Sure thing, Kelsey,” he says softly and I
wonder if he could really protect me should the need arise. I giggle a bit
knowing that Erin probably has more balls than this kid. I should have her
stationed outside the inn instead. But if it makes Beck and Finn feel better,
then so be it.

Erin is already sitting at the table and on
what appears to be her second glass of wine as I join her.

“Hey, lush,” I say as I give her a quick
kiss on the cheek. “You getting drunk without me?”

“You know it,” she says, before adding,
“What did you expect me to do? You’re late, like always.” She grins at me and
it makes me laugh. I love my relationship with her and I’m not sure what I
would have done had she not decided to move here after she finished school. She
makes living in this town completely worthwhile.

It’s in that moment that I realize I’d be
leaving her if I left Rockport to be with Beck. I guess I didn’t give the idea
as much thought as I should have; I have a lot here I’d be missing out on. Not
just the inn, but Erin and Finn and Pop, they became my family when Beck left,
even more so after my dad died. To leave them almost feels insensitive.

Erin snaps her fingers in front of my face
and I look at her.

“What’s going on, girly? You seem
distracted. That sick fuck still messing with your head?”

“Sorry. Yeah, I guess so,” I respond not
entirely sure I want to share my thoughts on moving with Erin right now. I
haven’t even discussed it with Beck.

“What’s going on now?” she asks as she
takes a sip of her wine.

“Turns out he hid twenty cameras inside my
house.” As I say the words, a chill runs through my body. “I guess he was able
to control them remotely, so he could turn them off and on whenever he wanted.
But the good news is that Finn and the guys found them all.” I shrug my
shoulders like it’s nothing, but just talking about it again makes my stomach flip
and my chest tighten.

“That’s fucking horrible. I knew I should’ve
shot his ass when I had the chance,” Erin says, sounding disgusted.

I nod my head as I rub my hands up and down
my arms. Swallowing back the bile that has risen up in my throat, because it
doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself to let it go, I can’t. It’s scary
as hell and I hope it will all be over soon.

Erin immediately notices the change in me
and apologizes for bringing it up. I tell her it’s okay, even though we both
know it isn’t.

Shifting topics, Erin asks if I have any
plans tonight.

“I do,” I say smiling again. “I took my dad’s
boat out of storage and Beck and I are going out on it tonight. We are going to
have dinner, relax and just be normal. No drama, no stalkers, no cases in
Boston.”

“Oh, sexy times on the boat with Beck,”
Erin says, her voice dripping with exaggeration. I roll my eyes and she laughs.
“Like you’re not gonna fuck him all over that boat. You two have been going at
it ever since he strolled back into town.”

Pinning her right back, I retort with, “If
we’re gonna talk about people going at it, let’s talk about you and Ryan.”

“That asshole. Pfft, he’s a dick. And I’m
not going at it with him,” she says, pointing a finger at me.

“You love dicks and well, dick too,” I
answer back, making Erin howl with laughter.

“Truth,” she says and we drop the
conversation there as our waitress approaches the table.

A few hours later, I’m finishing up at the
inn as Beck walks through the door. Skipping over to him, I throw my arms
around his neck and kiss him, before whispering against his mouth, “I have a
surprise for you.”

“Oh you do?” he says, his eyes lighting up.
“And what would that be?”

“I’m not telling, just grab Bella and that
bag by the desk and meet me out back on the docks in ten minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, eyeing me suspiciously.

I run off to change my clothes as Beck’s
eyes follow my body until I disappear down the hallway. Slipping out of my work
clothes, I pull on a white sundress and a pair of flip-flops, before pulling my
hair back into a ponytail.

A few minutes later, I’m joining Beck and
Bella as they wait patiently on the dock across from my dad’s boat.

A huge smile is plastered on Beck’s face
and for the first time since he came back to Rockport, I feel like he’s totally
relaxed.

“You ready?” I ask as I step onto the boat.

Beck nods, following me on as Bella hops in
after him. I untie the line and push off from the dock. I haven’t done this in
years, but it all comes back to me quickly. Steering us away from the dock and
out into the sound, Beck comes up behind me and places a few kisses on my neck.

“This is great,” he says. “I can’t believe
you kept this for all these years and that it still runs.”

“I had it serviced every year after my dad
died, but I never saw any reason to take it out, until now.”

I guide us to a small, hidden cove where I
drop anchor and look over at Beck who is taking it all in.

“You remember where this is,” he says, shaking
his head and grinning at me, that same smile he gave me every time we anchored
here as kids. That cheeky smile that got him into my pants and won me over no
matter what we were arguing about.

“How could I forget? I lost my virginity
here, in this very spot, on this very boat. Oh, if my dad only knew what you
were up to, he’d have killed you,” I say, teasingly.

Beck stalks over to where I’m standing and
pulls me into his arms. “That was the best night of my life,” he whispers. “It
felt amazing to finally be inside you; your tight little pussy, taking me like
a pro.” I squirm at his words as I feel a fire build in my belly. I want him.
His eyes are soulful as he takes my face in his hands before saying, “Some of
the best memories I have as a kid happened on this boat.”

“Let’s make some more,” I purr, my hand
sliding into his pants, as I rub at his cock and it hardens instantly under my
touch. I moan appreciatively before connecting my mouth with his and slipping
my tongue inside.

Teasing and entangling, our tongues meet,
mimicking what our bodies are craving. Beck’s hand trails up the inside of my
leg and when he realizes I’m not wearing panties under my dress, he groans out
loud.

“Baby, are you trying to make me come in my
pants?” he asks, but there’s an edge to his voice. “You’re such a dirty girl.
Is your pussy wet and ready for me?”

His fingers slide against my folds causing
me to grind against his hand as he teases me with the lightest of touches.

Beck’s other hand tugs at the top of my
strapless dress until my breasts fall free of the material and into his waiting
mouth. He tugs and pulls at my nipple with his mouth, his fingers working over
the other as I comb my fingers in his hair, holding his mouth against me.

He walks us backwards until my legs hit the
bench and I’m suddenly sitting. Dropping to his knees, Beck nudges my legs open
with his shoulders, until I’m fully exposed to him; my dress pushed up around
my hips, my dripping wet pussy glistening as he licks his lips and gives me a
wolfish grin.

“You have the most beautiful pink pussy,
baby,” he says as he licks along my slit, cupping my ass as he tilts my pelvis
up to meet his mouth.

Kissing and sucking and licking, his mouth
and his tongue ravish my aching pussy. Sucking my clit into his mouth as he
inserts two fingers inside me, I call out for Beck to fuck me.

He begins to move his fingers in time with
his tongue, the tip licking at my clit while he slides in and out of me.
Inserting a third finger and moving impossibly faster, I feel my orgasm rip
through me. “Holy fuck,” I cry out as Beck moans, “You’re coming all over my
hand.”

I’m wrecked, as I lay here panting, my
dress shifted and in disarray, my release coating my thighs. I watch Beck strip
off his pants and fist his hard dick in his hand, pumping up and down. Just
watching him makes me wet all over again.

Effortlessly Beck turns me over and pulls
my hips up in the air as he plunges his thick, hard cock inside me and I cry
out with pleasure. My hands braced on the edge of the boat as he slams into me
again and again.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” Beck
growls as he pushes deeper inside me, hitting that sensitive spot, sending me
over the edge.

“Beck,” I scream as I come for the second time,
pushing my ass into him, his hands on my breasts, kneading and groping. I move,
his hips slapping against my ass as I’m consumed by my overwhelming climax, my
pussy clenching hard around his firm cock.

Beck pulls me against his chest, burying
his face in my neck, he finds his own release, thrusting inside me as his seed
coats the walls of my pussy and I tighten around him.

When he slips from my body, I cry out at
the loss of the feeling of fullness I have when his cock is buried deep inside
me. Beck grabs a blanket from the bag I brought with us and lays it down on the
deck of the boat. He collapses, still breathing hard, but sated with a smile on
his face. He tugs at my hand, and I fall next to him, pressing lazy kisses to
his chest.

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but it
gets better every fucking time,” Beck says, chuckling.

I nod in agreement as we both lay silently
staring up into the blackened sky. Stars dot the darkness as a cool breeze
blows, making us both shudder and cuddle closer together.