Chapter Seventeen
Kelsey
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.
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.