Chapter Eighteen
Beck
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 off 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.