Page 50 of Coming Home to You
The next morning, I wake tangled in the sheets, the pillows on the floor and Kelsey draped across my chest.I smile as memories of the previous night float through my head.I lost count of how many orgasms Kelsey had; me too actually.All I know is that it was after two by the time we collapsed from exhaustion, both of us sated and satisfied in all the best ways.
Carefully, so as not to disturb Kelsey, I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone.It’s only seven, but I already have two text messages waiting for me.One is from Finn, letting me know the kid who’s got the dayshift watching Kelsey will be getting here at eight and also that her car is being towed to the station where forensics, basically one guy in this town, can look it over.The second message is from Ryan, letting me know that the trial starts in three days, but that the captain insists I come back tomorrow so we can prepare.
“Shit,” I breathe out, throwing my phone back onto the nightstand.
“What is it?”Kelsey asks, her voice still heavy with sleep.
I scrub a hand down my face, not knowing what the fuck I’m going to do.How can I possibly go back to Boston now, after everything that’s happened?I might trust Finn, but that doesn’t mean I want to leave her.If anyone’s going to look after Kelsey, make sure she stays safe; it’s me.
“It’s Ryan, isn’t?”she says when I don’t say anything.
“Yeah.”
“You need to go back to Boston,” she says now.There’s no malice in her voice, no resentment or anger either.She’s simply stating a fact, one that neither of us can avoid or ignore.
“I do,” I say, staring up at the ceiling.
Kelsey lifts herself on her elbow so she’s looking down at me, a sad smile on her face.“It’s okay, Beck,” she says, leaning in to kiss me.“I understand, really.And Finn will be here to look after me.”
I shake my head, knowing that’s not good enough.Despite everything, I love my brother, trust him with my life, but this shit with Jason is serious, especially now we know he used to be a cop.Fucking hell, no wonder he’s so good at escaping us.And Finn is going to be so busy looking for clues and ways to find this guy; he’s going to be too distracted to focus on keeping the one thing I need more than anything safe.
Kelsey.
“Beck,” she says more firmly now.I force my eyes to hers; see nothing but love and concern looking back at me.“Go and do your job.Finn will look after me, I’ll be okay and I’ll be here waiting for you when you come back.”
“How am I supposed to leave you now, babe?”I ask, my fingers tracing her eyebrow.“I don’t give a shit about the trial in Boston, not when I know this fucker is still out there.”
Kelsey smiles at me as she leans in to press a soft kiss to my lips.“I know, but you need to do this.You have people counting on you and I know you could never live with yourself if you let them down, if this trial failed because you didn’t go back.”
“I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you,” I whisper, knowing it would absolutely destroy me if I lost Kelsey now.Being without her for the last ten years was bad enough, but to lose her now, after everything we’ve been through.I’m pretty sure it would kill me.
“I know you couldn’t,” she says, her fingers brushing the hair off my forehead.“Nothing’s going to happen to me though.Not when I’ve got Finn and Pop and the whole Rockport police force to look after me.”I try smiling at her, even though none of this makes me feel any better.“And when you’re done, you can come back and look after me too,” she says, winking as though she means this in an entirely different way to how the others will look after her.
It makes my chest tight and my heart ache at the thought of being without her.“I will come back, Kels,” I promise her.“It will be a couple of days tops, and I will come back.”
“I know you will,” she breathes out.
“I will,” I say, my eyes locking on to hers.“Because I can’t live without you, baby.”And then I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her.
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?”
