Curves Ahead: a romantic suspense novel

by Andi Jaxon

  “Well, I’ll never be as classy as pearls and heels, but I make do.” He scoops up a bite and shoves it in his mouth. I feel chastised. Embarrassed. Like I don’t measure up.

  Dropping my head, tears threaten to fall from my eyes. My stomach clenches painfully, knowing I don’t belong here with this loving family. I should be at my parent’s house, pretending to feel sorry for those not as privileged as us. My face heats and I push back from the table, “Excuse me.” My voice wobbles with the unshed tears as I race to the bathroom.

  Damn him. Damn him straight to hell.

  Why do I let him get to me?

  Leaning against the sink with my eyes closed, I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Wiping the moisture from my eyes and stealing myself to go back to dinner.

  Checking my reflection to make sure my mascara hasn’t run. I open the door and immediately step into Alex’s broad chest. Startled, I rear my head back and look up at him. His eyes roam my face, then he’s kissing me. Pushing me back into the bathroom with his hand in my hair and one on my lower back, the door clicks behind him. His lips are ravaging mine, my body pressed solidly against his. My back arches, pushing my chest into his and earning me a growl of approval.

  Both of his hands move to my ass and lift me off the floor to set me on the sink. My legs wrap around his hips, pulling his cock to the wetness that’s pooled between my thighs.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re going to be the death of me.” His words are mumbled against my skin as he licks, kisses, and bites down the length of my jaw to my ear. Catching my earlobe between his teeth, he pulls and sucks on the skin. My pussy clenches and I let out a whimper I’ve never heard before.

  His calloused fingers scratch the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, heightening the intensity rioting in my veins. Arousal has taken over my ability to think, acting only on instinct, desperate for pleasure and release. Alex’s teeth graze my throat while his thumb brushes my pussy through the lace of my panties.

  “You’re soaked,” the growl of his voice sending goose bumps skidding across my skin. Pulling on the center of my panties, he gives himself enough room to slide his fingers underneath. The roughness of his fingers mixed with my own wetness turns my mind to mush. Gasping, moaning, and grinding into his hand, I want so much more.

  Alex’s mouth moves so he can growl into my ear. “I’m going to lick this pussy,” one finger pressing into me slowly on the last word.

  “I’m going to lick you all up, make you cum on my tongue.” His teeth sink into the side of my neck.

  The lines of pleasure and pain have crossed. His finger keeping a steady rhythm, in, out, in, out, while his teeth leave marks on my flesh, pushing me closer to orgasm.

  “Then, I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch in the mirror as I do.” I damn near cum from his words and the now two fingers pumping into me. All I can do is whimper and moan. My hips moving on their own to increase his pace.

  Some part of me wants to object, I don’t do that, I’m not that girl. The molten dark chocolate of his eyes tells me I’m about to be. I’m scared and turned on and more confused than I have ever been. My body is telling me to shut the fuck up and let him make me cum, while my brain is telling me it’s gross, dirty, and yelling at me to stop him.

  My hips jerk forward when he rips my panties, the scraps still clinging to my hips. His eyes hold mine as he drops to a crouch, his mouth even with my weeping core. Alex’s beard growth scrapes my inner thighs as he kisses and sucks on my flesh. Closer and closer to where I need him most, anticipation climbing to a level I can’t take much more of. I’m fighting with myself, let him do it, enjoy the fucking moment. My teeth are clenched down hard on my lip, it hurts but if I let it go, I’ll stop him.

  His eyes lock with mine once again when his tongue meets my swollen lower lips. My body trembles, my eyes squeeze shut, and my head falls back against the mirror. One long lick, from entrance to clit has my eyes rolling back in my head and my lungs gasping for breath.

  He groans into my flesh, the vibration sending me over the edge, clawing at his hair and pulling my feet up to the counter as my body contracts. He doesn’t stop. The suction his mouth creates on my clit and his fingers curling to find that magic button has stars bursting behind my eyes and my pussy flooding. I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never allowed anyone to go down on me, ever. Like a musician he plays my body perfectly, wringing every tremor and moan from me that he can before standing and wiping his mouth off.

  He stands between my spread thighs breathing heavily, lust licking at his eyes and giving him a dangerous look. But I’m not scared. I want him. I want everything he’s going to do. His mouth descends on mine, once again claiming my lips in a brutal, heated kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and it fuels my desire for him. His hands grasp the back of my head, pulling me into him. My hands drop to his belt, working to free his glorious cock from his pants.

  Reaching inside his boxers, he growls when my hand wraps around him, pulling him from his confines. Pulling my lips from his, I watch my hand stroke his hard cock. He’s huge. Both of my hands would fit and still have the head uncovered. He’s thick and heavy, with just a little curve upward. I know a pussy can expand enough to birth a child, but holy fuck this is the biggest thing I’ve taken in my body.

  “Kristen,” Alex’s husky voice has me looking up at him. “Feet on the ground and bend over.”

  A ripple of desire rushes through me as I move to do what he said. With the movement my dress falls back over my hips, shielding my ass from his view. Alex slides his hands down my sides, over my hips and down my thighs to the edge of my dress, dragging my skirt up with his hands on the way back up. With the skirt out of his way, his hands move back to grip my ass. His big hands easily covering each cheek.

  Using one of his boot clad feet, he spreads my legs farther apart and pushes me harder into the counter, so the edge bites my skin. Alex uses the scrap of my panties to pull me up onto my toes.

  “Please, Alex,” I beg, wanting him to fill me completely. I’m lost in the pleasure his body brings me. Terrified I’m going to quickly crave more.

  I hear the telltale noise of a condom wrapper opening then the tip of his cock lines up with my entrance. I hold my breath, preparing for his thrust to fill me. I wait, my lungs start to burn from the lack of fresh air. Looking up in the mirror, I catch his gaze.

  “Keep your eyes on me.”

  I open my mouth to respond but a deep moan replaces the words as he impales me in one hard stroke. One hand slaps the mirror to keep me upright and I struggle to keep my eyes open when all they want to do is roll back into my head.

  “Eyes on me,” his command has me trying harder to focus. His body is slamming into me, over and over the head of his dick is hitting that magic button. My body tightens, my pussy clamping down on him as an orgasm builds quickly. I’m almost there, dangling on the edge, helpless to do anything but take the pleasure he’s forcing on my body. His hands let go of my panties, one grasps my throat and the other wraps around my hip to circle my clit. He hauls me back into him, my back bending to keep him buried deep in my core. My hands hold onto his arms for balance. He’s holding all of my weight while he fucks me without mercy.

  The pressure on my clit increases, flinging me into the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. Screaming out my release, clawing at every inch of his skin I can reach, my pussy clamps down so hard I’m momentarily afraid it’ll never relax again. Alex bites me again, his rhythm not as smooth as a moment ago. Even through the latex of the condom I can feel him release into me.

  I’ll never be the same. He’s ruined me.

  Alex

  LEANING OVER KRISTEN, BENT over the bathroom sink, I try to catch my breath. My forehead drops against her shoulder while my lungs heave in as much air as possible. Kristen is limp in my arms, breathing just as ragged as I am, but completely dependent on me holding her up.

  Lifting my head, I catch the red teeth marks and bru
ises starting to form on her neck and shoulder. Shit. I was rougher with her than I should have been. Standing up right, I drag a hand down my face. Dammit.

  I shouldn’t have come after her when she left the table. I just wanted to apologize for hurting her. It was obvious that I upset her and that wasn’t my intention, I was just screwing around… but when she opened the door and ran into me, I lost it. My gut told me I had to have her, right here, right now, and I’m not one to argue when my instincts tell me something. It’s saved my life more than once.

  Taking a step back, Kristen shivers and her breathing hitches when I pull out of her. I immediately miss the warmth of her body surrounding me. After disposing of the condom, I find a washcloth and turn on the hot water to warm. She hasn’t said anything but has smoothed her dress over her hips and butt, covering her delicious skin from my view.

  Once the water is warm, I wet the rag and wring out most of the water. When I move to clean her, she flinches away from me, head still dropped toward the floor. “Hey,” my fingers slide down her cheek then lift her chin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

  “It’s fine but I can take care of myself.” She glances at the washrag then back at me. Something is happening here, but I can’t tell what. I’m being dismissed, that much I can tell, but I have no idea why.

  “I’m aware that you can take care of yourself, but I like taking care of you. If you don’t want me to do it, I won’t push you. This time.”

  She rolls her eyes and huffs at me, getting some of her sass back. “It’s cute you think there’ll be a next time.”

  I step forward, caging her between my body and the door. Her cheeks flush and her breathing increases. “It’s cute you think there won’t be.” Lifting her hands above her head, I kiss her slowly. Licking her bottom lip until she opens for me and groaning when she does. Before the kiss gets out of control, I pull back and break the kiss. Kristen’s pupils are dilated, and her chest flushed pink.

  “There will most definitely be a next time, Gorgeous.” I kiss her lips again and take a step back. “We should probably head back out, I’m sure they’ve all figured out what’s going on in here. You’re not exactly quiet.” I laugh when the horror crosses her face. Her eyes grow wide, mouth pops open then her hands come up to cover her face.

  “Oh, my God! Your parents are going to think I’m a tramp!” the embarrassment turning her voice into a cry. “I’ll never be able to face them again!”

  I can’t hide the laughter I’m trying to keep at bay. “You’re going to have to figure it out ‘cause you haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

  Her head snaps up, glaring daggers at me. “This is not funny Alexander! I cannot go sit at the dining room table and eat dinner with your parents like they don’t know what just happened in their bathroom!”

  “I’m not sure, but I’m pretty sure, it’s more rude to just leave instead of finishing dinner.” I lean my hip against the counter, enjoying her embarrassment much more than I should.

  “Why aren’t you embarrassed to face them? They know what you were doing.” She throws my way, still glaring from her spot on the floor.

  “My parents are aware that I have sex.” I smile at her, offering a hand when she stands up. “They even know that I’ve had sex in this house.” Thinking back to my teenage years, “though this may be a first for the bathroom sink.” Shaking off the memories of getting laid in high school, I reach past her and open the door. “Time to face the music.”

  “I hate you,” she grumbles while I turn her to face the hallway. “Really, really hate you.”

  I lean down to whisper in her ear. “If that were true, you would have stopped me before I licked your pussy.”

  Before I know what she’s doing, she reaches back and slaps my cheek then walks off, leaving me rubbing the sting from my skin. God, I love her sass.

  I make it out to the dinner table and sit down, my food now cold but it’s worth it. Shoveling a bite into my mouth, I look up and notice everyone looking awkward. Eyes are shifting, no one is looking at each other, Kristen is as red as a tomato.

  This may be the best family dinner yet. Definitely the most entertaining. I meet everyone’s eye when they look my way, completely comfortable in my skin. They all assume I’m a man-whore anyway so there’s no reason to be embarrassed.

  Ben loudly drops his fork to his plate. “Soooo,” he drags out the word. “How long have you and Alex been having loud meet ups in the bathroom?”

  Alister snorts, Kristen whimpers, “Oh, my God,” both my parent’s sigh, and I laugh.

  Ben is able to keep a straight face somehow and continues. “I mean, it was obvious you two were discussing the unusually dry summer and the story you’re writing about his neighborhood.” Kristen drops her face into her hands, moaning something that no one can understand.

  “Since my best friend doesn’t feel like sharing, maybe you would like to tell us,” everyone turns to me, though I’m not sure what they’re expecting me to say.

  “Well, it’s an important story, lots of details to get right, so we meet up when schedules allow. It’s a challenging project but we’re enjoying it.” I’m not sure if Kristen is laughing or crying into her hands, maybe both, but there’s only so much more I can take before I start laughing like a loon.

  Kristen opens her hands to glare at me and I shoot her a wink before shoving more food into my mouth.

  Mom clears her throat and stands. “I think I’m done.”

  “Me too,” Dad adds in and stands as well, both of them taking their dishes into the kitchen then heading down the hall to the den.

  “Are you freaking kidding me?!” Ben yells at Kristen, grabbing her wrist to pull her hand away from her face. “You’re having sex with Alex! You hate him!”

  “Oh, my God! Can we not talk about this in front of them?”

  “Fine.” Rising from his chair, he throws his napkin on the table, grabs Kristen’s hand and goes out the back door, sliding it closed behind them.

  I’m about to take the last bite of my dinner when Alister says, “Seriously?”

  “What?” lifting my shoulders and hands.

  “How the hell did this happen? Are you guys dating or just having sex?” Alister sits back in his chair.

  “This was only the second time and I’m pretty sure she still hates me, but everyone has an itch they need scratched, Brother.”

  His eyebrows pull low over his eyes as he assesses me. He obviously knows I’m full of shit and just trying to play it off. There’s not much that I can hide from him. “She’s not your normal wham bam, thank you ma’am. She’s always going to be around. Just, tread carefully.”

  Alister pushes back from the table and takes his dishes to the sink. Following behind him, I set my plate down and lean my hip against the counter.

  “I can’t stay away from her. I don’t know what it is, but I want her.” Turning my head to look out the window, I can see Ben and Kristen talking on the porch. Even though I was buried inside of her not ten minutes ago, I want her again. Not just to get off, but to hold her, kiss her deep and slow, lay with her while she falls asleep. I haven’t wanted that in twenty years, and it terrifies me.

  Erika was the only person I wanted more with. The only person I’ve loved. Now, this sassy little blonde girl has me twisted up in knots and she hates me. How can I convince her to give me a chance?

  “You have to show her who you really are, not the clown you show to most people.” Alister surprises me when he speaks, answering the question I didn’t realize I had voiced. “Talk to her, really talk to her, about something important. Show her with actions that you’re more than what people assume about you.”

  Kristen

  FINALLY BACK HOME AFTER dinner with the Bennet family, sitting on the floor in front of my couch with Ben’s case file spread out around me, I take a deep breath and focus. The pictures of his injuries are hidden in the folder so I don’t have to look at them, they aren’t going to help me fi
nd out who was helping Dan. Alex has done a lot of leg work already, gathering information, records, call logs, now we just have to connect it all.

  Getting up to get a fresh cup of coffee, I can’t help but wonder how many other times Dan had help sweeping things under the rug. How many other crimes did he commit that he never got punished for? Has he killed anyone? Raped anyone? Assaulted anyone else?

  Adding cream and sugar to my cup, I blow the steam and head back to the living room when a loud knock bangs on my front door. Looking at a clock, it’s nine pm, and I’m not expecting anyone. My heart pounds in my chest, my anxiety rising. Living alone is great until there’s an unknown threat at the door.

  The knock sounds again, startling me. “Open up, Gorgeous.”

  Pushing a breath out, I roll my eyes and unlock the door. Lifting an eyebrow to Alex who is leaning against the frame. “What are you doing here?”

  “Can’t I just stop by to chat?” he eyes me, pursing his lips.

  “You never have before and you already got what you wanted from me, sooooo…” I let the word drag out and trail off. It takes every ounce of self-control not to press my lips to his, to throw myself at him. My body aches from him earlier, from the rough way he handled me. I want more. I’m safe when he’s around, everything but my heart. The way he takes care of his neighbors, holds me during a panic attack, the look he’s giving me right now, threatens the walls around my heart.

  Alex cocks his head, studying me. It’s unnerving, like being under a microscope. I fidget with my mug, taking a sip, then clear my throat. “Anyway, I’m busy. So, if you don’t have anything else, good night.”

  “I want to kiss you.” The words fall from his lips like he’s telling me about the weather.

  Snapping my eyes to his, my eyebrows pull together. “What?”