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I turn to look at her at the same time as she looks up at me.I can see all of the want in her eyes, despite everything she’s just said to me.
“I can’t, baby,” I whisper.“I just can’t.”And then I haul her body against mine and kiss her.
Kelsey whimpers, just like she did last night, but this time, her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer as she grinds her body against mine.I slide one hand up and under her shirt, the other reaching down and grabbing her ass.My dick is already hard and right now, I’m wondering if a quick fuck on the island in the kitchen is a good starting point.Hard and fast now, slow and intense in the bedroom afterwards.
“Beck…” she murmurs, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I slide my hand out of her shirt and down to her ass.Picking her up, I turn us and sit her down on the kitchen counter.Kelsey opens her legs, her skirt riding up and I step between them, pulling her closer.Her pussy is now perfectly lined up with my throbbing dick and I can’t help but push against her, rubbing against her clit.I know her panties will be soaked by now and I slide a finger slowly up her thigh, intending to find out.
“I can’t stop, Kels,” I groan, my finger slipping beneath the lacy material.“I just want you so fucking badly, baby,” I say, sliding my finger against her already wet pussy, teasing her clit with the lightest brush, before dipping my finger into her hot, wet folds.I used to love teasing her like this.It drove her fucking wild, had her begging me to make her come.
“I know,” she moans, her head falling back as I slip my hand out of her panties, smiling as she whimpers again.I press a quick kiss to her lips before I lift her shirt over her head, throwing it across the kitchen.
I stop for a second so I can admire her as she sits in front of me.Her lips are already red and swollen from the force of our kisses and I have a sudden, vivid image of those lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me until I come in her mouth.
Reaching behind her, I unsnap her bra, her gorgeous tits spilling from the white lace.I actually groan at the sight of them and before I know it, I’ve buried my face in her, my fingers once more slipping beneath her panties.I feel Kelsey’s fingers slide into my hair, holding me against her as she says, “Take me to bed, Beck.Now.”
I smile as I take a nipple in my mouth, my teeth nibbling as I slide my hands out of her panties and under her ass and pick her up.Kelsey wraps her legs around my waist and as I turn and walk us out of the kitchen, I hear it.
We both freeze, Kelsey’s fingers tightening against me, my mouth still on her breast.As the sound of screeching tires echoes into the house, I lift my head and see it.The broken glass of the back door, the brick that’s now lying on the kitchen floor and the wordslutthat’s written in large letters across it.
“Fuck,” I say, my hands releasing their grip on Kelsey’s ass as she slides down my body, standing with her bare chest still pressed against me.“I think you better put your shirt on, Kels,” I say, my voice tight.“I need to call Finn.”
Chapter Nine
Kelsey
“Why the fuck is this happening?”I think as I watch Beck and Finn talking on the front porch of my house.I can’t believe how far Jason is taking this and how much it’s affecting me.I’m terrified to be alone in my own home, fearful of what he may do next.My mind is a clusterfuck of what ifs and having Beck here, as much he makes me feel safe, has only added to that stress.The stress of what’s to come when Jason is eventually caught, knowing Beck will leave and I’ll be left in the same place I was ten years ago—hurt and closed off.
There’s a reason we keep getting interrupted; it’s a sign telling me this isn’t meant to be.I know when all of this is over, there will be no stopping Beck from leaving and I’ll find myself debating what to do all over again.I can’t leave and he won’t stay.
I cover my mouth as a yawn escapes.I’m exhausted and I imagine Beck and Finn are too.This is all too much for this small town and its residents.Poor Finn has had to handle nothing more serious than domestic disturbances, bar fights and petty robberies over the years.All of which mostly happen during the tourist season, so this situation has to be wearing thin.
Both guys are in defensive mode, standing stiff and on alert.I can hear their loud voices echoing through the quiet of the night, the porch light casting a low glow over both of them.Although neither seems angry, their voices are booming as they discuss what to do next and how to find this asshole.
For some reason, as I hear both of them pissed off and ready to take this fucker on, I laugh.This is every girl’s fantasy, two hot guys ready to serve and protect.The only thing missing from this situation is Beck in that tailored suit standing next to Finn in his uniform.The image I have conjured up in my head makes my face hot and my panties wet.
What the fuck is wrong with me?This is the last thing I should be thinking about, but maybe it’s my mind telling me I need a distraction, something to allow me to forget that my life has become a shit show.
I step away from the window, because I need to stop entertaining the thought of a Beck-Finn sandwich; my life isn’t a porno.
I mill around my small house waiting for Beck and Finn to finish up their conversation.Cleaning up, putting away the glasses and the whiskey, washing Bella’s food bowl; trying to distract myself from what I know is happening outside.
I go into my bedroom and pull a few blankets and an extra pillow from the closet to get the couch ready for Beck.It’s probably for the best if he sleeps there anyway.I don’t think I can control myself if he were next to me in bed.This situation is complicated enough without adding the additional strain of emotions that run through me every time we touch.I shake my head at my own stupidity because I know part of me believes he’s going to stay, that he’ll come back and I’ll be happy and safe once again.It’s all a fucking joke.I know Beck better than that and right now I think he’s thinking more with his dick than his head.He can’t see far enough into the future to realize I’ll get hurt again.
When I turn around, I realize something isn’t right.On my bed are three pairs of dirty panties and a bra.
I didn’t leave those there.
It hits me all at once, panic swelling deep within me, fear taking over.My stomach clenches and I feel like I might vomit.I can’t control it and my heart begins to race.I look around, anxious and scared.
He’s been in my house.
I grab the panties and the bra off the bed, just as my phone chimes in the kitchen.I’m still holding them in my hand when I reach the kitchen, but they fall to the floor when I see what’s on the screen—Jason’s number.
I know I shouldn’t but I open the text message and as soon as I do I wish I hadn’t.
It’s a picture of Jason masturbating on my bed with my panties and bra.This time I actually vomit, hard and violent.My entire stomach emptying into my sink as the tears start.Why is he doing this to me?
