Chapter Twelve #2
“Baby,” I moan into her mouth as her pussy starts to tighten around me.
“Beck,” she whispers, her head leaning back against the tile. “God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…”
And then she lets out a loud scream, the sound of my name echoing around the bathroom as she does. I push into her one more time, my hips slapping loudly against hers as I explode inside her, stars flashing before my eyes.
Yep, this is fucking perfect.
After we both towel dry, Kelsey walks into the bedroom to get ready for work and I head to the kitchen to get us both some more coffee. We dress in silence, but it’s not as strained as it was before. When she’s ready to go, we grab Bella and head outside to my truck.
“What are you going to do today?” she asks as she slides into the passenger seat.
I look over at her and give her a quick grin.
“First I’m going to fix that hole in your charter boat so you don’t have to pay a fucking fortune for someone else to do it, and then I’m going to speak to Finn, find out where he’s at.
” Kelsey stares at me and as I stop at the end of the street before turning, I ask, “What?”
“You’re going to fix my boat?”
I laugh. “Of course I am, baby. Why, you don’t trust me?”
Kelsey shakes her head. “Of course I do,” she says quietly. “I just…why are you doing this, Beck?”
I reach over and put my hand on her thigh. Brushing my thumb over the bare skin above her knee, I glance at her quickly before my eyes go back to the road. “I told you, baby, I’m here for you. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”
Kelsey says nothing and when I glance over, she’s staring straight ahead, not looking at me. I’m about to ask if she’s okay when her hand covers mine and she gives it a small squeeze.
I spend the morning fixing the hole on Kelsey’s boat.
It’s a beautiful day and spending it outside, doing something with my hands, helping her out, feels amazing.
This is a million miles away from investigating murders and rapes and robberies in Boston, and right now, I can’t ever imagine going back.
“So we grabbing some lunch, or what?” a voice says as a pair of feet come to a stop in front of me.
I look up and see Ryan looking down at me. Behind him, Kelsey and Erin are standing on the side of the dock, laughing and talking and when I stand, I notice Ryan is wearing that same shit-eating grin he had on this morning when he got out of his car.
“We are,” I say, wiping my hands on a rag. “And I’m guessing the ladies are joining us?”
Ryan shrugs as though he’s got nothing to do with it. “What can I say, they love me, understandably can’t get enough of me.”
I punch him in the shoulder. “Whatever you have to tell yourself, idiot,” I say, walking towards Kelsey. As I pull her into my arms and press a hard kiss against her lips, Kelsey slips her arms around my waist. “Hey, baby,” I say, brushing the hair back from her face. “You ready for lunch?”
She nods and the four of us set off for the tiny fish and chip shop that sits at the end of the docks.
This place has been here since we were kids and is known for selling the best fish and chips in Rockport.
Kelsey used to work here when she was sixteen, but got fired after her manager busted us for making out in the kitchen.
She burnt a shitload of chips because neither of us was paying attention to the deep fryer.
The only reason her boss found out at all is when the fire department showed up after the whole thing set the smoke alarms off.
I remind her of this little incident as we’re waiting for our food and I finally see the smile come back, the one that’s been missing since she heard me talking about Boston. I pull her closer and press a kiss to her head, wishing we could just stay here in this moment forever.
After we’ve got our food, the four of us sit at one of the outdoor tables that line the wharf.
There are tourists milling about everywhere, although it’s not busy enough to be annoying.
The conversation over lunch is light and easy.
Ryan and Erin are constantly disagreeing with each other, but it’s in that, yes-you’re-wrong-but-I-totally-want-to-fuck-you-kind-of-way.
I steal a glance at Kelsey and see she notices it too.
“You find out what went down between them yet?” I lean over and whisper.
Kelsey smiles at me in a way that says she hasn’t just found out, she knows every single gory detail. “I’ll fill you in later,” she says, pressing a salty kiss to my lips.
I lean in for another one when the sound of an incoming text message rings out. Ryan and I automatically check our phones, but the minute Kelsey picks up hers and I see her face, I know it’s for her.
“What the fuck has he sent now?” I ask, reaching for her phone.
Kelsey says nothing, just hands me the phone as she stands up and walks towards the edge of the wharf. I glance down at her phone and when I see the text message, my blood starts to boil.
Just because you’re fucking him, doesn’t mean I’m letting you go. You’re mine, Kelsey…MINE.
“Fucking hell,” I say, practically throwing her cell at Ryan.
“What is it?” he asks, catching it before it flies over his shoulder.
I run a hand through my hair as I look at Kelsey. She’s standing at the edge of the wharf, arms wrapped tight around her body as she stares out at the water. So much for the perfect moment, perfect day.
Turning back to Ryan, I meet my partner’s stare as I say, “I think I’m gonna need your help.”
“What do you need?” Ryan says immediately.
I look at Erin, who looks concerned, and then back at Ryan, before standing. “Can you get me a trace on that number?” I say, nodding towards the phone.
Ryan glances down at the screen and reads the message. When he looks back up at me, his face has hardened. Ryan Summers the tourist, now replaced by Detective Ryan Summers, the Boston cop.
“Of course,” he says, pulling out his own cell phone. “I’ll call it in now.”
“Thanks, buddy,” I say before I walk over to Kelsey.
She doesn’t move as I slide my arms around her waist from behind and pull her against me. As I press a kiss to her neck though, I feel her body sag against mine, a mixture of exhaustion and frustration washing over her.
“We’re going to catch this fucker, baby. I promise you.”
Kelsey nods, although I can tell she doesn’t really believe me. “And what happens then?” she asks, her voice quiet.
I tighten my arms and press a kiss to her cheek. “Then I make sure he never hurts you or comes near you, ever again,” I say, turning her to face me. As Kelsey looks up at me, I take her face in my hands, knowing I will do everything in my power to make sure that Jason never comes near her again.
I don’t just love this woman; I need her too. Every single part of me needs her and wants her. And because of that, I need to protect her, watch over her and make sure nothing ever hurts her again. Including me.
“I promise I’m going to fix this, babe,” I say before I lean in and kiss her.