Chapter Thirty-One
Kelsey
I’m stunned into silence, my mouth open, and my eyes wide at the words that have just left Beck’s mouth. I’m not sure what to say, as much I’ve wanted him to say those words to me, to tell me he’s moving back to Rockport, I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt settle in my stomach.
I’ve selfishly, for the last ten years, wished he would return to Rockport, that he’d come back to me and we’d live happily ever after, but even back then, part of me knew it wasn’t logical.
And it seems even more ridiculous now knowing everything he’s accomplished in his career.
The success he’s seen and at such a young age is almost unheard of and I don’t want to be the reason he walks away from it all.
I feel like he’s staying now just to give me peace of mind and to keep me safe, like leaving me will somehow cause something bad to happen all over again.
Neither of us can live with wondering if I’ll be safe forever and this incident with Jason can’t be the reason Beck has chosen to stay or the reason he’s giving up his job.
I’ve seen these types of situations before and the resentment in the relationship can be brutal, killing off any love that existed.
But in saying all of this, I want him to stay more than anything. Having him back in my life has just proved our relationship was meant to last and my love for him over the last decade never wavered.
Maybe it’s my time to give in, to make the sacrifice and leave Rockport.
After watching my staff at the inn run the show for the last two weeks, I’m confident they could take it on in my absence.
I know I can’t sell the place; too much of my childhood and my family is wrapped up in it to ever consider that, but taking a step back and working less might be an option.
The commute to and from Boston is a long one, and I know it will be hard on both of us during tourist season, yet I feel like I need to make the suggestion.
“Beck,” I say, trying to maintain my composure, caught somewhere between elation and guilt. “Let’s talk about this first.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Kels,” he says, with a finality to his tone.
“I don’t want to be away from you. I’ve done the whole hard ass detective bit and I’m over it.
Coming home to you was the best decision I’ve ever made and sticking around isn’t really open for discussion.
It’s a done deal.” He smirks at me and I shake my head.
“You’ve always been a stubborn ass,” I say, climbing onto his lap and slinging my arms around his neck.
“Oh, yeah and you’re so easy going,” he says, sarcastically, before I silence him with a kiss. When I pull away, Beck is smiling, his eyes lighting up and he laughs a little.
“What?”
“I was just thinking back to when I left ten years ago and how fucking adorable you looked, pouting and being all indignant,” he says, laughing.
“Oh, now you can laugh about it. I was legit pissed at you.”
“I think you perfected the pouty face better than anyone I know. Your arms crossed over your chest, that full bottom lip pushed out; you couldn’t have been cuter. Fuck knows how I got my shit together and left after seeing you like that.”
I shake my head at him again. “I guess all that matters now is we’re together.” And even though he’s firm in his decision, I bring it up again. “Beck, are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear with his fingers. “I need you to stop worrying about this. I can see it written all over your face. You aren’t making me do this, Kels; I want to be here with you.”
“Okay,” I say, still unsure of it all, but I need to trust in his words.
“Baby, I know there was a time in my life when all I ever wanted to do was leave this town. But things change, people change, and coming back home made me realize this is where I belong.” He takes a deep breath as his beautiful blue eyes focus on mine. “This is my home. You are my home, Kels.”
Beck takes my face in his hands, kissing me softly as I feel the tears begin to fall. I can’t believe this is happening. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think we’d be together again, let alone be together in Rockport, finally getting our happily ever after.
“I love you so much, Beck,” I whisper against his mouth, smiling.
“I love you too, Kelsey.”
After another session in the sand, Beck and I head over to the pub to talk with Pop and maybe have dinner. It’s been a long day already, filled with more excitement and happiness than I’ve felt in years and after the incident with Jason, both Beck and I needed some good news.
We walk in and Pop has the design plans and the blueprints for the renovations on the bar top, his eyes focused on them, his look stern.
“What’s going on, Pop?” Beck asks, and when Pop sees us together, he beams.
“There’s my baby girl,” he says and I almost start to cry. I’ve always been his baby girl; even when my dad was alive, but knowing he’s the closest thing to a father I have left makes my heart ache just a little.
I give Pop a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, but he pulls me in again and squeezes me tightly. When he lets go, I see something in his eyes that I haven’t seen in a long time. Happiness. I guess I’m not the only one who’s over the moon about Beck deciding to stay.
Pop hastily turns away before I can say anything and starts talking with Beck about the renovations to O’Loughlin’s.
“Geez, Pop, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re damn ready to give this place up,” Beck says, seeming a little overwhelmed by what Pop is telling him.
“Son, I’ve been working since I was fourteen. It’s about time I retire and spend my days fishing and babysitting grandkids.” Pop shoots me a look and then winks. I roll my eyes and shake my head. It’s only been a few hours since Beck told us he’s sticking around and already Pop’s got me knocked up.
The two guys talk while I have a few drinks and order us a platter of appetizers. Listening to Beck talk makes me feel so much better. I can see a spark in his eyes as his ideas grow, the two of them working together to turn O’Loughlin’s into something it should have been many years ago.
Being one of the only thriving bars in Rockport; the ideas for expansion are endless.
Adding a full service restaurant and a chef to create a menu that will appeal to tourists and keep the revenue coming in long after the season is over is a wonderful idea.
This town is in desperate need of a sit down restaurant with an amazing menu.
My only concern is for the inn and my business.
Right now I have one of the only restaurants in town that brings in a crowd and these guys will now be my competition.
“Hey you two,” I say glaring at them. “I’m not sure about all of this, but I guess a little friendly competition never hurt anyone.” I give them a wink and they both laugh at me.
“Oh baby, don’t worry. You have the market on all the garden parties and gossipy ladies of Rockport. I can’t see them hosting a baby shower or holding afternoon tea here.”
“And I guess what’s yours is mine now too, right Beck?” I say, smirking at him coyly and batting my eyelashes.
“Of course, baby,” he says and although I’m teasing him, he’s serious.
A couple of hours pass and as happy as I am for Beck and his excitement about taking over the pub, I’m bored out of my mind.
He’s been talking with his dad for ages; they even called the architect to set up a meeting.
Instead of making them wait, she headed over immediately and they’ve been making adjustments and adding things left and right.
I yawn and put my head down on the bar knowing there isn’t a chance in hell Beck will let me walk back to the inn alone; I’m stuck here until he’s done.
Pop looks over at me, smiles and gives Beck an elbow to the ribs, getting his attention. His eyes connect with mine and he mouths, “I’m sorry.”
“Looks like someone is a little tired,” Pop says. “I think it’s about time to head home and take care of your girl, Son.”
“Sure thing, Pop,” Beck answers, leaving his spot behind the bar and slipping his arm around my waist. “You ready, baby?”
I nod my head, wishing Pop a good night as we head home, together.
As both of us are getting ready for bed, I slip out of my clothes, but I feel Beck watching me from across the room. His eyes lustful and his body conveying exactly what he wants from me as I stand in only my panties. He’s already naked and waiting for me.
“Come here, baby,” he says with a hard edge to his voice. I walk over to where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. I straddle his hips and rest my forehead against his, knowing he wants to be close to me.
He nuzzles my nose making me giggle and works his way to my ear, whispering, “I’m gonna fuck you and then I’m gonna make love to you all night.”
“But Beck,” I protest, knowing he isn’t supposed to.
“Fuck that doctor. He obviously hasn’t seen you naked because if he had, I’d have been given the all clear a long time ago.”
Beck’s breath is growing hard, deep pants leaving his mouth as he brushes light kisses down my neck to my collarbone, where he traces his tongue over the delicate skin there.
Lifting me by my hips, Beck places me on the bed and I stretch out, my arms above my head, my legs long and lean. Wetting his lips and groaning in approval, his hands run the length of my body as his mouth finds its way to my breasts.
Beck settles himself between my legs while his mouth feasts on my hard nipples, scraping with his teeth and licking with his tongue until I’m squirming beneath him. Switching off between each hard nub, Beck begins to bite and tug with his teeth, my pussy wet and aching for his cock.
“Beck, please,” I plead. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Not yet, baby,” he says and his voice is deep and sexy as hell. “I wanna eat you out, I wanna taste your sweet pussy.”
He trails his mouth down my stomach and even further until he’s kissing the inside of my thighs and I’m writhing under him. Hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties, he slides them down my legs and tosses them wherever they land.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, my hips leave the bed, but Beck grips my thighs and holds me in place. I tangle my hands tightly in his hair, as I feel my orgasm building.
He begins sucking in a pulsing motion and when he pushes two fingers inside me, I’m on the edge of coming.
“Come for me, Kels,” he says, pumping in and out of me and when he slides a third finger in, I cry out, coming in his mouth and all over his hand.
“Fuck,” I yell, feeling my juices coat his fingers and his tongue lapping at them. The tip of his tongue continuing its wonderful assault, softly stroking and teasing my already swollen clit as I come down from my orgasm.
My body shudders at his touch and I pull at his hair making his mouth leave my dripping wet core. Beck climbs up my body, but I shove him with my hands before he can settle himself on top of me.
“On your back,” I tell him, my voice firm and it makes him growl. “I’m not sure I’m okay with you going against doctor's orders.”
“But baby,” he argues and I shake my head.
“No buts,” I say, wagging my finger at him. “Now do as you’re told or I’ll have to punish you.” I try to keep my voice firm and my face impassive, but a smile breaks through when I make eye contact with Beck.
He’s smirking at me, but still turned on by my attempts at assertiveness.
“Baby, you are so fucking hot and when your tiny little ass tries to go all ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’, it’s even hotter.”
“I can bring you to your knees, Beckham O’Loughlin and you know it.”
I slide down his body and take his cock in my hand and begin pumping up and down, milking him as my eyes flick from my hand to his face.
I love that he still gets this turned on by me, by my hands, by my body and the more I take him in, the more turned on I get. I watch as his eyes roll back and he moans out my name, wetting his lips, his breathing coming hard and fast.
I bend down and brush my tongue along the head of his cock before taking him all the way in my mouth. Wrapping both hands around his dick, they slide in time with my mouth. I sink down until I feel him at the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby,” Beck cries out. “I’m gonna come if you don’t…” He trails off when I drag my teeth over him and begin to play with his balls. “Fuck you’re good at this,” he hisses, and I giggle around his throbbing cock.
Bobbing up and down faster, my hand still wrapped firmly around him, I begin sucking and his head falls back onto the bed, a deep moan leaving his mouth.
I know he’s close when his hips jack up off the bed, thrusting hard into my mouth. I take him deep, his whole length in my mouth, almost gagging me, but I don’t dare stop. And it’s then that he fills my mouth with his hot, salty release.
I swallow every drop of him, taking him inside me and enjoying every minute.
Wiping my lips with my fingers, I rest the length of my body against his, chest to chest, my lips now pressed to his.
“And now, Beckham O’Loughlin, that big fucking dick of yours is going to give me another orgasm.”
I sit up and scoot myself so I’m positioned on top of his already hard cock. Lifting my hips, I take him in my hand and slide down onto him slowly, watching my pussy take him inch by delicious inch.
When he’s settled deep inside me, his hand grabs my hip as if to stop me from moving. I look down at him, my eyes hooded and my lips swollen and I whisper, “What, baby?”
“I fucking love you, Kelsey Walters,” he says and I lean down and press my lips to his, my hips moving slowly as we fuck gently and effortlessly.
My life is filled with more happiness and joy than I ever imagined and I owe it all to Beck.