Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) (20 page)

This night is sheer perfection and I can’t
remember a time when I felt this happy, this calm, this loved.

“I love you,” I whisper and I feel Beck
smile against my hair.

“I love you too.”

Beck’s fingers run loosely over my body and
I let out a few soft moans in appreciation. I can’t believe I went ten years
without this feeling and I know there’s no going back now. I need Beck more
than I need the air I breathe.

Being on the water is peaceful and it’s
like we are the only people who exist in the world right now. I could stay
forever with him like this and never tire. We both sigh at the same time, our
thoughts in sync just like our bodies. I close my eyes enjoying the quiet, but
it only lasts so long.

Cutting through the stillness of the night
comes the sound of Beck’s phone ringing, yet he doesn’t move.

“Do you need to get that?” I ask quietly.

He shakes his head before saying, “No, the
most important person in my life is right here. That’s all I need to know.”

But, just as quickly as his phone stopped
ringing, it starts again. I feel him tense against me and growl out as he rolls
away from me.

He pulls his phone from the pocket of his
pants and answers it with a harsh, “What?” He says nothing for a few seconds
before ending the call with, “We’ll be there in a few minutes.” His face
unreadable, his tone flat as I try to work out what is happening.

“Who was that?” I ask immediately, concern
gripping me.

“Finn,” he says, staring at me, his look
impassable. “Someone set your car on fire.”

“What?” I breathe out and swallow hard,
panic setting in once again.

We spend the trip back to the docks in
silence, Kelsey steering the boat as I stand behind her, my arms wrapped around
her waist and my hands resting on hers on the wheel. So much for a quiet and
perfect night out on the water.

“Are you going to go and see Finn?” she
asks, as we tie the boat up.

Bella jumps over the side and onto the dock
and waits for us. “No,” I say, picking up the bag. “He’s meeting us at the
inn.”

“Okay,” Kelsey says, taking my hand as we
walk back.

Finn and the young kid he’s assigned to
watch the place are both waiting for us. I’m not so sure this kid is cut out
for the job; he looks like he graduated high school about five minutes ago. But
I don’t say anything to Finn, trusting him and not wanting to step on his toes
anymore than I already am.

“Hey,” my brother says, a tight smile on
his face as we all walk into the front room. The kid takes a seat on the chair
Erin always sits in and I have to suppress a smile, knowing exactly why she
loves that chair.

Kelsey filled me in once on how Erin got
felt up by some tourist when she was staying up here as a kid. Apparently it
was a bonding moment between them, Kels then filling her in on a certain
feeling up she got from me in the boat we were just on tonight. I’m glad Erin
came back to live here in the end, happy Kels has such a good friend to talk to
about things. Although, fuck knows Ryan has got his work cut out for him with
that redhead. She’s a feisty little shit, which makes her kinda perfect for him
really.

“Any leads?” Kelsey asks.

Finn shakes his head. “No. Your neighbors
heard the explosion from your car and called it in. Likely it had been lit
several minutes before that so by the time we got there, he’d gone.”

“Any matches or anything left behind?” I
ask, already knowing this guy is too smart to leave clues.

“No,” Finn says. “The guy sure as fuck
knows what he’s doing, makes me wonder who the hell he really is.”

“I know,” I say, turning to Kelsey. She’s
standing beside me, Bella at her feet and a calm look on her face. I get the
feeling she’s moved past the fear stage now and is well into the anger stage.
Like me, she’s getting sick and tired of all the things this fuckwit is doing
to her and just wants him caught. He’s doing more than just disrupting her
life, he’s ruining it and we both know this can’t go on forever without one of
us losing it.

“You okay, babe?” I ask, wrapping an arm
around her shoulders and pulling her close.

Kelsey exhales hard. “I’m pretty fucking
pissed actually,” she says, making me smile. I’m glad after all this time I can
still read her.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one,” I grumble.
“But about what Finn said, is there anything Jason said to you about his past.
Anything to give you some indication as to who he really is, what he might have
done before?”

Kelsey shakes her head. “No, he always told
me he ran a sporting goods store out of Boston. I know it’s true because I had
the number, called him a couple of times at work.”

“Shit,” I say, knowing we’ve already
searched the store and found nothing.

Just as I’m about to ask about his family,
my cell rings again. Pulling it from my pocket, I see Ryan’s name flashing on
the screen and I answer it immediately.

“Summers,” I say, glancing up at Finn. “I’m
with Finn and Kelsey. Give me a sec, I’m putting you on speaker.” The three of
us move into Kelsey’s office at the back, just in case any customers come down.

Ryan exhales through the phone and when I
give him the go ahead, he says, “We’ve just finished searching the storage
space he had rented.” His voice is tight, and I immediately know there’s a
whole lot more to this man than we first thought.

“What did you find?” I ask, my eyes on
Kelsey, knowing this isn’t going to be good.

“You’re not going to believe this,” he
says. “But the fucking asshole is a cop.”

“What?!” Finn barks, his hands on his hips
as he glares at my cell phone.

“Yeah, well ex-cop is a better way of
putting it,” Ryan says. “Turns out he got fired for being dirty. That’s when he
moved to Boston. He changed his name, got a new identity and opened the
sporting store. Probably when he picked up his nasty little habit of fucking
and spying on women without their permission.”

I swallow hard, remembering I haven’t
exactly filled Kelsey in on all the details from what Ryan found in Jason’s
apartment. She looks at me; her face white as though she understands there’s
more to the story.

“Where was he a cop?” I ask. “Boston?”

“Nah,” Ryan says. “Florida. Seems he moved
as far away as possible when he got busted planting evidence and coercing
witnesses. Had a thing with the wife of some drug lord he put in jail too, as
well as a relationship with one of the female members on his team.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” I say, reaching for
the bottle of whiskey Kelsey keeps on a side table in her office. I snag three
glasses and pour all of us a generous drink, which Finn and I throw back
immediately. “Anything else?” I ask.

Ryan takes a deep breath. “Yeah, although
this is unrelated,” he says, his voice almost apologetic.

“What is it?” I ask.

“You’re gonna need to come back to Boston,
Beck. The trial got moved up and we need you to testify.”

“Shit,” I breathe out, immediately pouring
myself another scotch.

An hour later, Kelsey and I walk into our
room at the inn. Finn has gone with a promise to keep an officer at the inn at
all times. The kid’s gone home, replaced by someone who looks more than
competent to pull the night shift.

“You okay, baby?” I ask, pulling her into
the shower with me.

“Uh huh,” she says, wetting her hair before
reaching for the shampoo.

I watch as she lathers up her hair before
standing under the water to rinse it out. The way her back arches, pushing her
tits out as the water cascades over them has my dick hard, despite everything
that’s going on. When she’s rinsed it all out, I pull her hard against me,
pressing my cock against her hip. “We’re going to get this guy, baby,” I tell
her. “I promise you.”

“I know you will,” she says, wrapping her
arms around my waist.

“I’m so sorry tonight got ruined,” I say,
knowing Kelsey tried so hard to take both of our minds of the shitstorm that
constantly seems to be hanging over her. “I know how much you needed a quiet
night.”

Kelsey presses up on her toes and sucks my
bottom lip into her mouth, her hands sliding down to grab my ass. “What I need,
Beck, is a distraction,” she whispers, sliding down my body now as she sinks to
her knees in front of me. “And this,” she says, licking the head of my cock.
“Is the perfect distraction.”

I watch her as she slowly slides her lips
over my now throbbing dick, taking me all the way in her mouth. I feel the head
of my cock hit the back of her throat, hear the deep groan that falls from my
lips as she pulls her mouth all the way off me and repeats the move. I put my
hands on her shoulders, more to steady myself, and then watch as she slowly
starts to suck me off, each time taking me all the way down her throat before
she releases me.

Kelsey looks up at me, locks her stare to
mine as she continues to slowly suck my dick. Watching her like this, I feel
like I’d do just about anything, anything she asked me to do. There’s nothing
quite like watching the woman you love on her knees sucking you off. And having
her watching me while she does it…

Hot. As. Fuck.

Kelsey’s hand reaches up and cups my balls
at the same as she lets out a low moan, sending a vibration down the length of
my shaft. My fingers dig into her skin as I force my eyes to stay open, not
wanting to miss a single thing.

I watch as she continues to suck, taking
the length of me in her mouth, over and over again. She does it slowly, not
speeding up, as though she’s forcing me to wait, knowing it’s sweet torture the
whole time. I feel my balls tighten in her hand; see the drop of moisture hit
her lip as she pulls my cock from her mouth. I want so badly for her to keep
going, but at the same time, I really want to bury myself deep inside her, have
her ride me until neither of us can walk.

Just as I’m about to haul her up my body,
Kelsey stops, stands up and grabs my hand. “Come with me,” she says, stepping
out of the shower.

I leave the water running and follow her as
she walks towards the bathroom counter. Stopping, she turns so she’s facing the
mirror, me standing behind her. Lifting her eyes to mine, she says, “Fuck me,
Beck. I want to watch you fuck me.”

“Shit, Kels,” I groan, grabbing her hips
and pushing her forward so she’s bent over the bathroom sink. “You are so
fucking hot,” I growl, grabbing my aching cock and positioning it against her
pussy. “And wet,” I say as I slide slowly inside her.

Kelsey moans with desire as I repeat the
move, forcing myself to go as slow as she was taking me in her mouth. I watch
my cock as it slips in and out of her, mesmerized, before lifting my eyes to
the mirror again. Kelsey’s are closed and I run a hand down her spine. “Open
your eyes, baby, watch.”

Her eyes open and with a knee, I force her
legs wider so she can watch between her legs as my balls slap against her. She
does and then she moves a hand between her legs and slowly starts rubbing her
clit.

“Jesus, fuck you look good,” I say, my eyes
on her hand as she touches herself.

“Fuck me, Beck,” she moans, rubbing herself
harder now. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

I practically growl in pleasure as I grab
her hips tighter and start to move faster, pounding my cock in and out of her.
My eyes flick between her hand on her clit and my cock as it slides in and out
of her pussy, all of it turning me on and making me harder than I’ve ever been
in my life.

“Oh god,” she suddenly cries out, bringing
my gaze back to hers in the mirror. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” she says and I
watch as my cock and her hand have her shattering in front of me, the whole
thing impossibly hot.

My fingers tighten, digging into her skin
as I feel her pussy clenching around me, all of her juices as they coat my
cock, which continues to slide in and out of her. Kelsey keeps touching herself
and as I thrust deep inside her, I feel her come a second time, just as I
explode inside her, my heart pounding in my chest as the tension leaves my body.

I can feel my heart banging against my ribs
as I collapse on her back, wrapping my arms around her waist. I slide one of my
hands between her legs and over hers as it lies against her pussy.

“That was fucking amazing,” I eventually
say, my breathing still hard.

“I know,” she whispers, threading her
fingers with mine as she gently moves them over her now sensitive clit.

“I love watching you come, baby,” I say,
biting her shoulder. Kelsey laughs and when I glance up, I see her cheeks are
the faintest shade of pink. “Still makes you blush, huh?” I can’t resist
teasing.

“Mmmm,” she says, slowly rubbing our
fingers over her swollen clit.

I watch as her eyes close and a slow sexy
smile tugs at her mouth. “You want some more, baby?” I ask, pressing my finger
harder against her.

“I always want more,” she says, opening her
eyes and meeting mine. “We have a lot of time to make up for,” she says,
smiling at me.

I press a kiss to her shoulder this time.
“Let me take you bed,” I say, slowly pulling out of her before reaching in to
turn the shower off. “I want to see how many more times I can make you come
tonight.”

Kelsey smiles as we walk out of the
bathroom and climb into bed. Laying her on her back, I kneel between her
thighs, spreading her legs so her pussy is open and exposed to me. “I think I
might start with my mouth this time,” I say as I lower it to her pussy.

The next morning, I wake tangled in the
sheets, the pillows on the floor and Kelsey draped across my chest. I smile as
memories of the previous night float through my head. I lost count of how many
orgasms Kelsey had; me too actually. All I know is that it was after two by the
time we collapsed from exhaustion, both of us sated and satisfied in all the
best ways.