Chapter Thirteen #2
Showing Beck the pictures Jason sent, I can see the anger grow within him. His body begins to shake as his heart beat races. My hand is resting on his chest as he backs away from me.
Beck takes his phone from his pocket, one of the pictures crumpled within the fist of his other hand as he shouts Finn’s name into the phone.
“Get your ass back here,” he growls. “And get at least four of your men over here too.” Beck quiets for a moment as Finn speaks.
He nods his head and continues talking. “This fucking prick has cameras in here, Finn. He has a key to her house. God fucking knows what else.”
Beck’s face is pinched and his jaw tight as he finishes the call with Finn.
When he looks over at me, I begin to cry as the realization of all of this hits me.
Hearing it said out loud makes it all very real.
Jason has violated any safety and peace I ever had.
He’s taken my home from me and all my privacy with it.
Beck steps in front of me, taking my face in his hands, placing soft kisses all over my face and neck.
“Baby,” he whispers. “I’m going to fix all of this. I’m going to get some of my buddies from Boston to come up and search the house. They’ll find anything this fucker has put in here. Don’t worry. I promise, you will be safe again.”
He peppers my face with kisses again, before stepping back to make a few more phone calls. My chest is heaving with sobs, each time I suck in a ragged, hard breath, but it does nothing to calm me down.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Within two hours, Beck has changed the locks on my house, the Rockport police and a few guys from Boston have arrived, and they’ve begun the process of locating the cameras that Jason has hidden in my house.
I can’t bear to watch any of it as they tear at the drywall and over turn the furniture, rendering my tiny cottage a disaster. I know it’s necessary, but even this makes me feel defiled. This asshole is ruining my life.
It’s getting late and I feel the exhaustion taking over. My legs are weak and my resolve to remain calm is failing me. Beck walks into the kitchen just as I feel myself begin to break down again.
The tears fall hard as he pulls me into his arms, shushing into my hair while he kisses the top of my head.
“I know, baby,” he says quietly, like he understands exactly how I’m feeling, making it okay for me to fall apart.
“We’re staying at the inn tonight. I packed your bag and I’ve had a few of the guys check the room at the inn, too.
Nothing there, okay?” he says, but he doesn’t wait for my response before talking again. “Let’s go so the guys can finish up.”
Beck slings his arm over my shoulders and I lean into him for support. Still sniffling and wiping at my nose as I climb into the truck, Beck puts the bags in the back while Bella hops in after. I breathe a sigh of relief as he drives away.
I knew there was no way I could stay at my house, but I couldn’t, at that moment, figure out exactly what to do or where to go. With Beck here, I don’t even need to think about it because his need to take care of me is always front and center. Right now, I need that.
Arriving at the inn, we enter one of my favorite rooms, the one with the giant soaker bathtub and when I glance in the direction of the bathroom, Beck smiles at me.
“You wanna take a bath?” he asks, a brazen look on his face. I nod and he responds with, “Only if I can join you.”
“Always,” I answer, breathlessly thrilled.
Beck starts the water and when he turns around, I’m standing naked in front of him. His breath catches and it makes me giggle. I love that I still have this effect on him after all these years.
The hard exterior he’s had up since the picture incident melts away and he reaches for me, pulling my naked body against him. “You are the most wonderful distraction,” he murmurs into my ear as his lips make their way across my neck and down my chest.
He pauses at my breast for a second, running his fingers along the soft underside before taking my already hard, pebbled nipple into his warm mouth. Sucking and biting softly, he owns my body as my head falls back and a moan leaves my mouth.
Making his way down, stopping to trail his tongue along my stomach as his teeth graze my belly button and his fingers slide gently up the inside of my thigh. My body is ready, my pussy clenching at the thought of his mouth devouring me.
Beck reaches behind him and turns off the water, gazing up at me through heavy lids, he smirks before lifting my leg. His beautiful mouth begins to run up my leg, placing slow, soft kisses as he slips two fingers inside me.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his mouth stopping at the juncture of my thighs. His fingers glide in and out of me, each pass making my pussy drip. “Kels, fuck, you’re soaking my hand,” he growls out before his face is buried in my pussy.
My foot resting on his shoulder, I open my knee wider to give him better access. As his tongue laps at my clit, his fingers begin to move faster as he pumps them inside me.
Moaning loudly, I grip his already disheveled hair in my hands, forcing his mouth closer.
Looking up the length of my body he groans, spreading vibrations up through my body, my clit growing hard in response.
“Kels, baby,” he says, seductively. “There’s nothing sweeter than your wet pussy.
” He groans again in appreciation before his mouth returns, sucking and nibbling my clit.
It won’t be long; warmth fills my body, pooling in my stomach as my pussy clenches tightly around Beck’s fingers.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my face and hand,” he commands, slipping a third finger in me. My body can’t hold back, his tongue licking methodically at my clit, as I give myself over to him.
Coming hard and fast, Beck continues thrusting his fingers in and out until my body shudders from overstimulation. My clit is swollen and sensitive, he lightly brushes the tip of his tongue over it, chuckling at me when I pull away from him.
Beck stands, his face only inches from mine, I can see my juices glistening on his mouth, so I run my tongue along his bottom lip, tasting myself on him.
My eyes never leaving his, I pull his shirt over his head and begin to undo his pants. His hard cock falls into my palm as I push his boxers down, eliciting a groan of satisfaction from him. My hand strokes the length of his firm shaft as I feel it grow longer and harder with each pass.
“Kels, fuck,” he growls. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
I giggle at his assertiveness and his demand. My body has been craving the feeling of his thick cock stretching my tight pussy since he slid that third finger inside me.
“What about our bath?” I ask as innocently as possible.
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna get my ass in that tub and you’re gonna slide that beautiful pussy down over my cock and ride me until I explode inside you. I want your perfect tits in my face. I wanna suck your nipples until you scream my name. I wanna mark every inch of you.”
“Fuck, Beck,” I say, but it comes out hoarse and needy. My pussy is tingling with desire as I feel the wetness coat my inner thighs. I need his cock inside me.