Page 18 of Coming Home to You
“What question?”
“Did you fuck him?”
I laugh and shake my head and Erin seems completely disappointed in me.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know because fuck, he looks amazing, right?”
“Totes,” she says as we both leave the office.
I re-introduce Beck and Erin and this time it goes a little better, but Beck is strangely quiet.It’s been a long time since they last saw each other, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous.At least this time Beck keeps his hands to himself and Erin is, well, Erin.A little too friendly, a little too loud and a little too crass, but what can I do?
We don’t have much time for a reunion, so Erin heads out and I get to work.After meeting with my day manager, I find out that one of my maids has called in sick and three rooms need to be cleaned.I might be the owner, but I’m not above this kind of work.
I grab the maid’s cart from the closet, along with a few clean sets of sheets and make my way to the rooms that need to get done.
I open the first room and push the cart against the wall in the hallway.I begin to strip the bed, tossing the sheets to the side as I feel Beck’s eyes trail along my body.
I wasn’t expecting to be cleaning rooms today, so I’m not dressed for it.My skirt begins to ride up and I have now piled my hair on top of my head in a messy knot.I’m winded, so I take a break and when I turn around, I can’t help but take him in.
He’s leaning against the doorjamb with that smile on his face, the one that makes my panties wet and my nipples strain against my bra.My mouth falls open slightly and I wet my suddenly dry lips.
Beck steps into the room and my memory ignites instantly not letting me forget what happened in this exact room.
Our naked bodies, hot and writhing, under the sheets of the bed.Beck on top of me, thrusting hard and fast, as I called out his name, coming over and over, my hips meeting his every move.He worshiped my body, tasting every inch of me; his tongue inside me, telling me he’d never tasted anything sweeter.I was so turned on by him, by his words; by the way he made my body feel.That was the first time he came inside me without a condom.There was something so dirty and so forbidden about it, yet it felt so right.To this day, he’s the only guy to have ever claimed me in that way and I intend to keep it that way.He still owns every piece of me.I can’t seem to let go.
“Kelsey.”I hear Beck say and I exhale hard, trying to forget the picture I have in my mind.
“Yeah, what?”I ask, but it comes out breathless and far too needy.
Beck laughs, and I know he’s thinking about the same thing.
“It was pretty fucking awesome,” he says winking at me.“You were a fucking vixen in the sack, Kels.”
I blush and look away from him.I don’t know why I’m embarrassed, he’s seen me naked more times than I can even count.When I look back up, he’s standing in front of me and he roughly takes my head in his hand.Gripping it, he pulls it to the side, exposing my neck and making me gasp out loud.
He runs his lips along my neck, stopping at my ear, he whispers, “I couldn’t believe you let me come inside you.I’ve never been as hard as I was that day.”My breath catches and I moan at his words.I loved it back then when he’d talk dirty to me and now it has my body reeling and ready to relive this memory.“I even went home and jacked off thinking about the fact that you were walking around with my come inside you.”
“Beck,” I whimper.
“What, baby?”he says as he runs his hand up the inside of my thigh, his fingers brushing the wetness in my panties.
“Don’t you have someplace you need to be?”I ask trying to slow things down, trying to get control of the situation.
“Oh Kelsey, you know exactly where I need to be,” he says grabbing my breast through my shirt and squeezing until I toss my head back.“I need to be in your pants.”
Just as I’m about to give in, I hear someone clear their throat in the doorway to the room and I’m back to being as professional as you can be with a flushed face and someone groping your tits.
“There’s a delivery at the desk for you.Said you need to sign for it,” the day manager says, but she looks terribly uncomfortable with what she’s just interrupted.
“Thank you.I’ll be right there,” I say quickly, and she runs off without another word.I smooth my skirt and pull my hair out of the knot before turning to Beck who has a shit-eating grin on his face.
I throw a pillow at him and tell him to finish up the room.I see him adjust himself and run his hands through his hair.I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s all hot and bothered by that little stroll down memory lane.But I am glad that it was stopped before it went too far.I’m not ready to open myself up to everything that comes with having sex with Beck again.
The UPS man is waiting at the desk when I finally get back there.He hands me a package, I sign for it, and we make small talk for a bit before he leaves.He’s at the inn making deliveries pretty regularly, so it never crossed my mind to ask who the package came from, but when I open it, I know exactly who sent it.
In the box, is a dead squirrel with a note that reads: “A gift for Bella.Maybe next time she’ll be in the house when I come back.”
