Chapter Eleven
Kelsey
As I’m laying here with the sun warming my skin and the smell of salt floating through the air, I can’t help but admit Beck was right.
It feels good to take a break, to relax and forget the inn, the guests and the chaos of my life.
He’s the only person who would ever be able to convince me to take a break from my job, because right now he’s the only person I want to be with.
I want to enjoy every second of him being here, especially since I know it’s going to come to an end.
After the amazing night with Beck and the even better morning, I’ve decided to appreciate the time I have with him and not dwell so much on the fact that he’ll be leaving. Beck makes me happy and even if it’s just for the time being, I owe it to myself to be happy.
I’m on my stomach, my fingers sifting through the sand as Beck sits up and reaches behind him, pulling his shirt up over his head.
The first bit of exposed skin and my bikini bottoms are drenched.
His stomach muscles make me weak, they’re flat and perfectly toned and I trail my eyes down to the V of his hips, knowing exactly what it leads to.
I can feel my face flush because all I want to do is take him back to my house and suck him off again until he fills my mouth with his salty release.
I love the way his soft skin slips in and out of my hot, wet mouth, his hard, throbbing cock filling me in a way that only he can.
I love the way he moans my name and loses control, making me feel like I’m all he’ll ever need.
He makes me forget my inhibitions and fuck him with reckless abandon.
“What are you smirking at?” Beck asks, interrupting my thoughts.
I giggle before answering him with some playfulness to my voice, “I was thinking about last night and this morning in bed and in the shower and,” I say emphasizing the last and, “on my kitchen island.”
“Baby,” he groans. “Don’t remind me, because you lying here in that bikini, your perfect ass on display, your pussy already wet, makes me want to pull those bottoms to the side and fuck you…hard.”
“How do you know I’m already wet?” I question, wondering if he’s that in tune with my body.
“Because I can see it on your bikini bottoms. Do you have any idea how distracting you are?” Beck asks, running his hand over the curve of my ass and dipping between my legs.
I gasp when his fingers brush over my soaking wet bikini bottoms. “Beck, I want you right now. I want you to bury your face in my pussy and make me scream your name. I don’t care who sees us. Show this town what a dirty girl I am.”
I roll over and open my legs, tempting him to do what I asked, but instead he settles himself on top of me, his cock stiff and nudging impatiently at my wet opening through our swimsuits.
“Kels, baby, as much as I want to fuck you right here, I want to be the only one who knows,” he stops and presses a kiss to my lips and works his way to my ear before whispering, “that you’re a fucking dirty whore in bed.
” His words coupled with his hot breath in my ear makes me moan and my hips grind against him.
“Beck, take me home,” I plead breathlessly. “I need you to fuck me.”
Beck laughs and it’s deep and sexy. He pulls back a little and smiles down at me, that cheeky grin that gets me every time. “You really are a greedy little whore, but I’m holding out. Today we are having some fun outside the bedroom.” He winks at me and I let out a huff.
“I want to have fun outside the bedroom,” I whine, pouting. I push my bottom lip out and Beck captures it between his teeth, nibbling before he runs his tongue across it.
“Stop being so fucking adorable,” Beck demands before grabbing me and tossing me over his shoulder, my ass in the air, laughing as Beck begins walking back towards my house.
Heading back up the boardwalk that leads to my back porch, Beck slowly releases me, sliding me down the front of his incredible chest as he shouts, “Look what the fucking cat dragged in!” He jogs a bit leaving me behind, so I stop and wait for him to greet this person, who I can only assume is someone he knows from Boston.
I don’t recognize him, but I watch as Beck pulls the cute guy in a suit into a quick hug before they continue their conversation. The two of them smiling and laughing as they make their way down the boardwalk.
Beck’s friend looks me up and down, yet something about it isn’t uncomfortable or weird, and I guess I deserve it considering I’m standing in a skimpy string bikini. Beck’s friend says, “So this is the reason you haven’t been back, huh?”
Beck nods and smiles at me and I return it, waiting for him to introduce me. He takes my hand and gives me a little tug forward so I’m standing next to him and he wraps his arm around my shoulders.
For some reason I’m nervous and I don’t think it has anything to do with my attire. I can’t help but wonder what Beck is going to say when he introduces me to his friend.
The part of me that’s a dreamer and a hoper and a wisher wants Beck to call me his girlfriend, tell his friend that he loves me, that he can’t live without me.
But the cynical part of me, the one who’s been through this all before knows it will only bring heartache.
But today I’m not dwelling on the past or what may come.
I lean against Beck and he squeezes me a little tighter before saying, “Kelsey, this is my partner Ryan Summers.” I smile, but Beck continues talking. “And Ryan, this is my girl Kelsey Walters.” And when the last part leaves his mouth, my heart stops. “She’s the reason I can’t leave.”
Ryan greets me with a kiss on the cheek and a few words, but I’m in a daze, still replaying Beck’s words in my head and struggling to keep that bit of hope that has seeped through under control.
Beck’s arm leaves my shoulders and his hand gives me a pat on the ass, startling me a little, but bringing me back to the conversation.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod my head, before telling Beck I’m going to go inside and get showered and changed.
I stop in the kitchen, listening to their conversation through the open window; part of me needs to know why Ryan is here and I have a feeling it isn’t because of the situation with Jason.
“So why are you here?” Beck asks.
“Gotta talk to you about some follow up shit with that case that’s about to close.
It’s going to trial. But we can talk about that later,” Ryan says blowing it off like it isn’t important.
But I know it is to Beck. I smile when I hear Ryan say, “So where can a guy get a beer in this town?” I can see why they’re friends, that’s the first thing Beck would ask too.
Beck comes through the back door and into the kitchen to find me still standing there.
“You sure you’re okay? I thought you were taking a shower?” He leans into the fridge pulling out two beers.
“Yeah, I’m fine. All good,” I lie. I can’t burden him with my issues right now. He grabs me and gives me a quick kiss before squeezing my ass and telling me to get moving.
“Hey,” Beck calls as I’m heading to the bathroom. “You mind if Ryan joins us tonight?”
“No, not at all. I’ll call Erin. See what she’s up to tonight.” Beck lets out a chuckle that stops me in the hallway. “What?” I question.
“You can invite Erin as long as you realize Ryan’s gonna try to fuck her.” He shakes his head, taking the beers with him.
“I think you’re underestimating Erin!” I yell as he walks out the back door.
Before getting in the shower, I send Erin a text asking her if she wants to meet us at O’Loughlin’s in an hour for dinner and drinks.
Her response is instantaneous and it makes me laugh.
The poor girl is bored out of her mind. Since Beck has been back I’ve hardly spent any time with her and with her being off in the summers, she expects me to be her entertainment.
Sometimes I wonder what possessed her to become a teacher and why she would take a job in this tiny ass town.
An hour later the three of us are walking into Beck’s dad’s place. I duck behind the bar greeting Pop with a kiss and a hug, while Beck gives him a simple nod and walks to the back of the bar and sits down with Ryan.
“Good to see you, baby girl,” Pop says, slinging a towel over his shoulder. “You look happy,” he adds, smiling at me.
“I am,” I answer back as I begin pouring Beck, Ryan, and myself beers.
“You’re not the only one who’s glad he’s back,” he says, eyeing me and I know he knows that I’ve wanted this since the day Beck left.
“I’m just enjoying it while it lasts,” I respond back, slipping the beers onto a tray as I tell Pop I’ll talk to him later.
Just then Erin walks through the door. You certainly can’t miss her. Gorgeous curly red hair, stunning green eyes and body to die for. But it’s that southern accent, paired with a short skirt and cowboy boots that has every head in the bar turning to look at her, including Beck and Ryan.
“Pop!” she yells, slamming her hands down on the bar. “Did you miss me?”
“Always, Erin,” he says, before handing her a pint glass of Harp, but the three of us know it’s what Erin likes to call a Harp Shandy. It’s even on the menu as The Erin. Harp mixed with Sprite.
“Come on, crazy girl. Let’s go sit down,” I say, dragging her away from the bar and the group of semi-drunk tourists who seem to be a little too friendly for my liking.
But what I should be concerned about is the way Erin and Ryan are eyeing each other before I even have a chance to introduce them. I’m pretty sure Ryan just eye-fucked the shit out of her and clearly he has no idea who he’s dealing with.
Beck stands up and gives Erin a quick hug while Ryan can’t take his eyes off Erin’s boobs. I slide in next to Beck leaving the only spot for Erin, which is next to Ryan.