Chapter Nineteen
Kelsey
I hate the thought of Beck leaving, but I knew it was coming and after all we’ve been through over the past few weeks, I know without a doubt that he’ll come back to me.
Still in bed, lying in Beck’s arms, it’s as if neither of us wants to move, like if we just stay here the world outside doesn’t exist. But then my phone chimes on the nightstand next to me and Beck tenses in my arms.
I giggle a little and run my fingers down his chest, causing him to shudder, but relax back into my body.
I’ve finally gotten used to having a phone that doesn’t send me into a tailspin of anxiety every time it goes off, but clearly Beck hasn’t.
Knowing that Jason doesn’t have this number makes picking up my phone a whole lot easier.
“There are only five people who have this number, Beck. You, Finn, Pop, Erin and Ryan; it’s all good, baby.” I lean down and kiss him before grabbing the phone and reading the text.
“Who was it?” Beck asks.
“Finn,” I say casually as I pull back the sheets and expose Beck’s semi erect cock. I lick just the tip and I can already taste him on my tongue, which only makes me long to have him come in my mouth.
Sliding my warm mouth over him fully, his head falls back and he groans out loud. Beck’s hands settle on my head and follow the rhythm as my head bobs up and down on his cock. I swirl my tongue around the tip and let my teeth graze his shaft as I take him back in my mouth.
“Kels,” he moans out, his hands fisting in my hair, gripping tightly, but still clearly distracted by the text I received just a few minutes ago because he asks breathlessly, “What’d my brother want?”
“Don’t talk to me about your brother while I’m sucking your dick,” I grumble, and Beck laughs a deep throaty laugh as I look up at him through my lashes.
“Fine. Then get back to sucking my dick,” he says, shoving my head back towards his hips.
I giggle as I take him back in my mouth and slip my hands under him to grab his ass.
As my mouth moves slowly, my tongue stroking, my teeth gently running along his firm cock, Beck lets out a low hiss when I run my finger along the seam of his ass.
Pressing my finger softly against him, he moans, “Oh fuck, Kels. I’m not gonna last long. ”
I continue my delicious assault on him as Beck reaches down and traces his finger around my lips while his cock slides in and out of my mouth.
I press my finger into him and my mouth keeps its even tempo, feeling Beck’s hips leave the bed, he thrusts into my mouth, tightening his hand in my hair as he empties himself into me. Groaning with each thrust and calling out my name, he doesn’t still until every bit of him is inside me.
I take every drop of him, letting my lips glide over him, cleaning him as I remove my mouth from his cock. Beck smiles down at me and I slide my hand out from under him as I crawl up the length of his amazing body.
“Good morning,” I whisper sweetly, kissing his swollen parted lips.
“Morning,” he whispers back, but it comes out ragged and it makes me laugh. “You wear me out.” He exhales hard and again I giggle.
“Am I more than you bargained for?” I ask seductively.
“Never.”
“Good. Now we need to get moving. I’ve gotta check on things here and then I have to go to the supermarket.”
I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I stop in the doorway and look over my shoulder at Beck lying in bed. His gorgeous cock still hard and resting on his stomach as his eyes rake over my naked body.
“You coming?” I ask and he chuckles.
“Already did, baby, but now I wanna make you come.” His voice is like sex as it fills my ears and makes my pussy wet. “Bend over and show me that sweet pussy,” he growls.
I place my hand on the doorframe and bend at the waist, and as I spread my legs, my pussy on display for him, I run my finger through my soaking wet slit. When I glance over my shoulder at him, Beck has his cock in his hand, stroking.
Before I know it, he’s on his feet, filling me and stretching me until I call out his name.
“Beck, fuck me hard,” I gasp out loud.
“Get yourself there, baby,” he says as he guides my hand between my legs and presses my fingers into my swollen clit. “This is gonna be hard and fast.”
“I like it rough,” I moan and Beck tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back, his teeth biting down on my shoulder as I grip the doorway with my free hand.
With his hand over mine, I rub myself until I feel my body begin to shudder as Beck’s hips thrust painfully and quickly against my ass.
“Fuck, Beck, I’m coming,” I scream and he pounds into me until my legs are shaking and he wraps his arm around my waist to keep me from sinking to the ground.
I feel him fill me, his cock releasing itself inside my already drenched pussy.
I love the thought of his come deep inside my body, owning me, marking me.
“Baby,” he murmurs against my skin as I’m coming down from my orgasm. “I love that this entire inn knows I fucked you just now. Knows that it’s my cock that made you come.”
“Oh, god, fuck,” I moan. “Stop talking or I’ll never leave this room.”
“That’s the plan, baby,” Beck growls as he runs his tongue down my spine and along my ass before his hands grasp my hips and he pulls until my pussy connects with his mouth. His tongue deliciously warm as he licks the length of me.
“Fuck, we’re never going to get anything done today,” I say as my forehead falls against the doorframe.
Several hours later and still feeling flushed from our morning, we head to the supermarket.
Beck is lagging behind, his eyes down and a Boston Red Sox cap on his head as we meander the aisles looking for what I need.
Something about this moment makes me smile.
He looks just like he did when we were kids and he was trying to avoid having to talk to all the nosy townies.
As I look back at him, it occurs to me that Beck hasn’t been in town since he arrived. He’s been at the inn and at the pub and the police station, but it seems he’s been avoiding actually coming in contact with anyone who might want to grill him on why he’s back in town.
Of course the entire town knows he’s back. How could they not? This shit with Jason has been town gossip since it began and coupled with Beck’s return, it’s on everyone’s lips.
I laugh a little at Beck nearly running right into Mrs. Holmes. This lady is always at the supermarket, her cart filled with cans of cat food and Jell-O and it makes me laugh out loud. Serves Beck right for trying to avoid this shit. God knows I’ve had to deal with it for the last ten years.
“Beckham O’Loughlin,” she croons as she pats his cheek and I have to cover my mouth to stifle the laugh that threatens when I take in his face. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so glad you’re back. I always knew you two would end up together and get married.”
Beck gives me a sideways glance, his eyes begging for me to save him and I shake my head. He’s on his own with this one. I giggle as I slowly push the cart away from the two of them.
I quickly load up my cart with what I need to make dinner tonight, including all the stuff to make that gross bread pudding Pop likes. I still haven’t mentioned to Beck why Finn texted me, or why we’re at the supermarket in the first place.
Ever since Beck left, I started having dinner with Pop and Finn once a week. Me making dinner, and us chatting about life; just being a family and it became the norm. I love it and with Beck’s return, I missed the last few weeks with them.
It’s not so much that I’m intentionally keeping it from Beck; I’m just not exactly sure how he’ll react.
Beck finds me in the bread aisle and lets out an exasperated huff as he stops in front of the cart, putting his hands on it and keeping me from going any further.
“Thanks a fucking lot, Kels,” he says, but his tone is still playful.
I smirk at him before answering back, “You deserved that.”
“Touché,” he says, walking around the cart and smacking me on the ass.
After finding everything I need, Beck looks in the cart and asks what I’m making.
“Guinness stew and bread pudding, the one with apples and raisins,” I answer, but my voice is quieter than I expect.
“My dad loves that shit,” he says, casually, looking at a magazine in the check out line.
“I know. We’re having dinner with your dad and Finn tonight.”
“Okay,” he says, shrugging his shoulders and returning to the magazine. I let it go for now.
I don’t think now is the time to unload on him that I spend once a week with his family, sometimes more depending on our schedules.
I don’t think he expected that my life would go on, that I would grow close with his family, and that Finn and I would become friends, but that’s exactly what happened when he left.
I attached myself to his family in an attempt to hold on to him, but in the end I gained so much more than just memories of Beck.
When we walk up to Pop’s house, Beck still hasn’t asked anything about dinner. At this point, I think he just assumes I’ve set him up to bond with his dad and his brother.
Not bothering with a knock, I walk right in and Pop and Finn are on the couch watching the Red Sox game, while they have a few beers. It’s the way it always is and it makes me smile.
“Hey, baby girl,” Pop says, standing and greeting me with a hug.
Seconds later, Finn stalks over and pulls me into a big hug, lifting me off the ground and making me giggle. “Missed you,” he says as he kisses my cheek.
“I know, me too. Kinda sucked not seeing you guys.” Even though I’ve been with Finn practically every day since all this has been happening with Jason, it’s not the same. We haven’t had a chance to catch up and I miss just talking with him.
Beck is still standing in the doorway, an indignant look on his face as I tell him to take the food into the kitchen. He complies, but not without muttering some nonsense about Finn’s idle hands.
I warm everything up, thinking how great it was to be able to cook in the kitchen at the inn today.
I then pour drinks for everyone and we all sit down around the table.
It feels weird to have Beck here and I can tell that he’s uncomfortable.
As I take a seat next to him, he leans over and whispers, “You could have told me I wasn’t welcome.
” His tone is severe, but behind it I hear his hurt.
“It’s not that,” I say, just as Pop asks about the hole I had repaired in the hull of the charter boat.
“I fixed it.” Beck answers for me, but it comes out harshly.
“Yes, he did,” I respond, sliding my hand up his thigh, trying to calm him. “It’s been great having Beck back. He’s helped me out so much at the inn. Fixing things and cleaning.”
Both Pop and Finn nod and an uncomfortable silence takes over. I swallow hard and take a bite of the stew, as I think of what to say next. But nothing comes and luckily I’m saved by Finn.
“Kels, did you hear that Carrie and Joe had their baby?” A girl, named her Audrey.”
“No, I didn’t. That’s awesome. Have you seen the baby?” I ask and I can feel Beck’s eyes on me.
“I did. Went by there a couple of days ago after I stopped by to check on Mr. Cunningham. That crazy old man still thinks he works on the police force, so I indulge him every once in a while.” Finn smiles at me.
“You’re a good boy, Finn,” I respond, teasing him and I hear Beck inhale sharply next to me. “So, anything ever come of that girl you met a few weeks ago at the pub?”
“Nah, she was nice enough, but nothing serious.”
I look over at Beck and his eyes are filled with hurt and anger. I can tell he’s still under the impression that Finn and I had something going on while he was gone. I wish he’d get over it. I don’t want to fuck Finn and he certainly has never wanted me.
“We need to get you laid, Finn. All this work and no play, it can’t be fun,” I say, giggling and Finn smirks at me.
“Oh, Kels, I wouldn’t worry about me too much. I’m doing just fine.” He winks at me and I know he’s just doing this to get a rise out of Beck and surprise, surprise, it’s working.
“I’m sure you are,” Beck growls and I squeeze his thigh.
“Stop it,” I mumble, my eyes glaring at him, as I turn my attention to Pop. “So, did you get any more estimates to remodel the pub?”
“You’re remodeling the pub?” Beck asks, but his voice is filled with shock.
“I was planning on it,” Pop says. “Got a few estimates, decided to go with a company outside of Boston. They’re gonna start in September.”
“That’s great. Have you been meeting with the architect I found?”
“Yeah, she’s great. Talking about expanding, making the kitchen bigger, a bigger dining area. You know, just trying to keep the tourists happy.”
Beck sits beside me, his food untouched, his face emotionless, but I see his jaw tense and he swallows hard when Finn starts to speak again.
“Kels, did you get everything booked for the Fourth of July picnic at the inn? I know you were struggling to find someone who could deliver a tent that morning.”
“I didn’t,” I say, wrinkling my nose and shaking my head. “I just ended up booking the place I always use. Do you think you could still run up there and pick up the tent for me that morning like you always do?”
Just as Finn starts to answer, Beck’s loud voice cuts through. “Fuck this,” he says loudly and shoves the chair away from the table and storms out the back door.
I sit shocked into silence for a moment with Finn and Pop staring at me. This is not how I wanted this evening to go down, but I feel responsible.
“Sorry,” I mutter to Pop and Finn as I follow Beck out the door. I need to fix this.