Page 7 of Coming Home to You
With a cocky, satisfied smile on his face, he returns his mouth to my center as his fingers begin fucking me.His tongue traces lazy circles around my clit making me squirm and become wetter than I ever thought possible.It’s exactly what I need and I feel my body tense under his control.I call out as I come hard and fast.
“Beck!Oh my god, Beck!”
I shoot up in bed, the sunlight streaming through the slats in the blinds, warming the room and making my already hot and flushed body feel even more heated.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, running my hands over my face.I can’t believe I just came in my sleep and to make it worse, it was at the hands of Beck’s mouth.Fuck me, that boy’s mouth is like the eighth wonder of the world.Even after ten years I can’t get rid of him and judging by the way I woke up today, do I want to?I can deal with a dream world where Beck returns and fucks me senseless on a regular basis.
I fall back against the pillows and try to process exactly what happened.Why have I been dreaming about him and why does he affect my body in ways no one else ever has?
“Ugh, Bella, this boy is going to be the death of me.”Bella sits up and wags her tail, giving me that head tilt she does when I talk to her like a person.“Let’s take a walk,” I say as I hop out of bed, and this time she races to the front door.
Bella and I hit the beach and my head begins to clear.The salty sea air and the cool morning breeze calms me, but it’s only a matter of time before Beck makes his way back into my thoughts.
Finn’s words are still floating around in my head, along with images of Beck.“He’d be here in a second if he knew you were in trouble.”Am I in trouble?It’s been a week since Jason showed up at The Rockport Beach Inn and made a scene, but it’s honestly nothing I can’t handle.He just caught me off guard, that’s all.And at this point I’m far too self-righteous to give in and tell Beck I need him.I needed him more than anything ten years ago and he turned his back on me.I managed that on my own; I surely don’t need him now.
I slow down and Bella tugs at the leash bringing me back to the present.I need to move on, get over all of this, and get Beck out of my head.He isn’t coming back, I tell myself, but it’s like it’s falling on deaf ears.No matter how many times I say it, there will always be a part of me that longs for him.
Beck was my first love, and to this day he still holds a piece of my heart.How could he not?I still remember my dad hiring him to do summer maintenance around the property and I was instantly taken by his charm and good looks.Not to mention how he made everything in me tingle when he took his shirt off.
We were just kids and he was a year older, but that didn’t stop me from getting what I wanted.It was the first time I had ever felt that connection, that attraction to someone.I wanted Beck, and all it took was my body and my smart mouth to win him over.After that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
This stroll down memory lane needs to end or I’m going to find myself back in bed with a vibrator.
I sit down in the sand and Bella sidles up against me, pressing her hot fur to my bare legs.She’s waiting for me to unclip her leash so she can play in the water and cool down.I give her a quick pat on the head as I remove her leash.She waits patiently for her command before running towards the water and submerging herself chest deep.She spends her usual amount of time frolicking about before returning to my side, and we head back home to start our day.
The lobby of The Rockport Beach Inn is swamped with guests checking in when I finally arrive for the day.It will be like this until September, which is good.I’m not complaining, but it is stressful ensuring everything is done to the highest level of satisfaction.No one loves this place like I do, so some days I feel like I’m the only one who’s really putting in the effort it needs to be great.Some might call me demanding, but in a small tourist town where your livelihood depends on the success of your small business, there is no room for error.
It only takes ten minutes before the inn is in full swing.Taking requests for extra towels, subduing complaints about ants in room twelve, booking fishing charters, making reservations for dinner given there’s always more tourists than there are tables in this small town.It keeps me busy and makes me forget my, oh so sweaty morning with imaginary Beck in my bed.
That is until Erin comes storming in with that look on her face.The one that says she’s pissed and it’s my fault.I had completely forgotten I sent her a text telling her I had a sex dream about Beck.
“Who sends their best friend a text like that and then doesn’t respond?”she accuses, as she flops down in her favorite chair.It’s an atrocious wingback that is covered in birds and flowers that she just wouldn’t let me get rid of.I had The Rockport Beach Inn remodeled after my dad passed away to give it a more modern feel, but Erin just wouldn’t let me get rid of the chair.Her rationale was that it had sentimental value because it was the first place she ever got felt up by a boy.All the more reason to toss that thing.
“I got busy.Sorry,” I answer back as I shuffle through a stack of invoices trying to figure out who ordered the braided fishing line as opposed to the fluorocarbon for The Rockport Beach Inn Charters.This is the kind of shit that tourists complain about and that my charter captains bring back to me.
“You’re ignoring me,” she says in a singsong voice.
“No, no.No I’m not, I’m just…”
“Busy,” she says, finishing my sentence.
“Yeah, so take a hint, missy.Some of us have to work around here.”I glare at her and she laughs.
“Dinner tonight?”Erin asks, as she jumps up from the chair and heads out the door.
“Yep,” I respond, still distracted, but now I’m trying to balance my jumbled thoughts of fishing line and Beck.
She stops in the doorway and smirks at me.“There are some guys heading out on a charter boat in a few.I think one of them needs little help with their rod.”I shake my head at her dirty minded joke, but she continues.“Kelsey, why don’t you go down there and help him out?It just needs a little tug.”
“Erin!”
“What?”she asks, feigning innocence.“You wouldn’t want one of your guests to be upset with your service.Go service him.”
“Go!”I shout and she trots down the steps as she blows me a kiss.
If she was trying to make me forget about Beck she did just the opposite.Thanks to her, all I can picture is him, shirtless on the dock holding a fishing pole, rather inappropriately I might add.
Of course now I’m intrigued by Erin’s mention of hot guys on the dock, so I decide I need to welcome them.I wasn’t the one who checked them in.I’m just being hospitable.
