Curves Ahead: a romantic suspense novel

by Andi Jaxon

  “No.”

  “Hmm, one of these days, I’ll make it mine. There won’t be a place in your body that I haven’t been.”

  “Oh God,” she whines.

  “What do you want, Kristen? Do you want to cum on my tongue before I fuck you?” I run my tongue along the inside of her thigh, just where it meets her butt.

  “Please fuck me, hard.” The words are desperate, full of need, and who am I to refuse?

  Standing behind her, I drop my shorts and boxers to the floor. My cock is hard as steel and oh so ready to be buried deep inside my girl. I crave her, on a basic, instinctual level, I have to have her.

  Dragging my tip through her wetness, I line myself up with her entrance and on one rough thrust, I’m buried balls deep. Kristen lifts to her toes, leaning hard on her palms against the countertop. Her head falls forward moaning and hissing as her body adjusts.

  “Don’t stop. Fuck me.”

  Without letting her fully adjust, I set a mean pace. Forceful, hard, and raw. I’m pounding into her body. Slapping skin and the sexiest fucking whimpers and screams is all I hear. My grip on her hips will likely leave bruises but I don’t care, I want my marks on her skin. I want my ownership known by everyone who sees her. She’s mine and I will fight to the death to keep her.

  Her breathing changes, her pussy tightens, and I know she’s close. “Are you going to cum for me? Soak my cock?”

  Wrapping an arm around her, my fingers barely brush her clit and she’s bucking against me like a bronco at the rodeo. Riding me as hard as she can, taking her pleasure, knees buckling, and head thrown back. It’s sexy as fuck to watch, to take part of her falling apart, knowing I’ll catch her. Her orgasm lasts forever, leaving her weak and ragged, sucking in air like she can’t get enough. Her upper body lying on the counter, completely exhausted, pushes me closer to the edge. My balls draw up, my spine tingles, and I slam into her twice more before filling her with hot cum.

  “Fuck, babe.” Leaning on my hand on the counter next to her body, I kiss her spine between her shoulder blades. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

  “I can’t feel my legs.”

  I’m too tired to smile, but one side of my lips turns up. “That means I did my job right.”

  “Your job is to handicap me?” her words are drowsy.

  “Not exactly, but I’ll take it.” I kiss her back again and pull out on a groan. “You’re the only one I’ve ever had without a condom.”

  Looking up at her, I can see her shy smile. For a girl that talks big, I don’t think she’s really as experienced as she likes to believe. She’s shy when it comes to sex, it’s one of the things I love about being with her.

  “You’re the only one that’s gone down on me,” she whispers.

  “I like that. Being the only one to know how you taste.”

  She blushes, her cheeks turning pink. “I don’t really like it. It’s dirty, disgusting.”

  “It’s not, it’s a beautiful thing. It’s me showing you that I want you to enjoy being with me, I want you to get off, I want to worship you.”

  She shrugs her shoulders but doesn’t comment. She’s seeing something in her mind, something she isn’t ready to share with me. That’s okay, we’ll get there. Soon there won’t be anything about her that I don’t know.

  Kristen

  AFTER ALEX WENT TO bed for the day, I took a long bath. His bathroom is surprisingly clean for a single guy. Once the warm water cools, I stand and shower. Even though I don’t have all my stuff here, I like taking showers here and smelling Alex all day. It’s comforting.

  Knowing I need to head back to my house for clothes, I pull on my last semi clean pair of leggings and one of Alex’s t-shirts. All my dirty stuff has been thrown in his laundry basket and I’m not about to dig through it. I’ll do a load when I get back. Grabbing my overnight bag and my purse, I head to the car and lock the door behind me. He told me to just put his house key on my keyring and that he’ll get another one made for emergencies.

  Too caught up in the lala land in my head, I don’t notice anything on the porch until I step on something. Crunching and squishing sounds has me jumping and screaming like a little girl. On the door mat is a very dead, and now squished, rat. What. The. Fuck.

  Alex yells from inside the house, my scream obviously waking him up. “I’m fine, scared myself!” I holler back. I don’t know how it got here but I’m fully capable of dumping it in the trash. Maybe.

  Setting my stuff down, I pick up the mat and carefully walk to the trash can. Laying it down on the recycle bin, I get the trash can open and dump the mat and all inside. It’s now got blood and guts on it. I’ll buy a new one. Closing the lid with a shiver of disgust, I grab my stuff and head to my car. Next to my car is a four foot long snake with a missing head. WHAT. THE. FUCK?

  Looking around, I don’t see anyone watching but this can’t be a coincidence. Are one of the kids playing a prank on me? Have I made one of them angry enough for them to retaliate? Is some old fuck buddy of Alex’s trying to scare me off?

  Unlocking the car door, I carefully step over the snake and get in, quickly closing the door behind me. As I’m pulling into my apartment complex, my phone rings. Digging it out of my purse, I don’t check to see who it is.

  “Hello?”

  “Kristen Grace, you are required to attend dinner tonight. Normal time, dress appropriately, and maybe this time you’ll keep your hands to yourself, hmm?” my mother’s high and mighty tone grates my nerves.

  “Good morning, Mother, it’s nice to talk to you too. I’m doing well, thank you for asking.” I snark back.

  “Don’t take that tone with me young lady. Just do what you’re told and show up for dinner, dress and act appropriately. A friend of your fathers will be there, so your best behavior is required.”

  Rolling my eyes, I wrack my brain for any excuse I can to get out of this but I can’t think of anything. “Fine, I’ll see you at five for drinks.”

  “See, that wasn’t that hard, now was it.?”

  “Goodbye, Mother.” I end the call, grab my things, and head up to my apartment.

  Once inside, I grab fresh clothes, some toiletries, since boys know nothing about skin care, and my favorite unicorn mug. My bag is as full as I can get it while still zipping. Should last me a few more days.

  I check the mail, flip through the crap, and sort my bills, do some cleaning, and pull out what I’m going to wear to dinner. I really don’t want to go. I don’t want to wear a stupid dress, do my hair, and makeup, and prance around like a trained monkey. It’s exhausting on the best days. My mother will make snide comments the entire time, letting everyone know how disappointed she is in me but she won’t actually say the words.

  At four o’clock, I get a text and smile when I see it’s from Alex.

  A: Whatcha doing, Gorgeous?

  K: I’m getting ready for dinner with my parents *eyeroll*.

  K: I’ll be at your house when you get off work.

  A: Make sure everyone knows you’re taken.

  A: I don’t want to punch anyone, but I will if I have too.

  K: So noble of you.

  A: I gotta keep that pussy on lock down or someone will steal it from me.

  K: *raises eyebrow* Is that all I am to you? A wet hole?

  A: As much as I love your wet holes, you’re so much more than that.

  A: Stop fishing for compliments and get ready.

  A: Send me pictures.

  K: I just realized we don’t have any pictures,

  K: except from the wedding, we need to change that.

  A: I can send you a picture of my dick if that’ll make you feel better.

  K: It really wouldn’t.

  K: BTW, can you get rid of the snake in the driveway? I don’t want to run it over or step on it when I get back tonight.

  A: Snake? What are you talking about?

  K: Someone left a headless snake by my car, I left it there. I don’t do snakes. />
  A: WTF are you serious?

  K: Why would I make it up?

  Alex stops blowing up my phone and I finish curling my hair. It’s long enough that if I’m careful, no one will see all the damn hickeys he’s left. Mother would have a fit if she saw them. I snicker to myself at the thought.

  I apply some makeup to them. Anything has got to be better than the black and purple spots decorating my neck. I’m already going to catch shit for smelling like a man, but I refuse to wash his scent off my skin.

  The sky blue of my dress makes my eyes pop and my long blonde hair is in soft curls over my shoulders. Grabbing a lightweight scarf, I tie it around my neck and shoulders as another layer of protection.

  My phone goes off again as I slip on my white Mary Jane heels. I get the buckles done and check my messages as I leave and head toward the car.

  A: I don’t see a snake, babe.

  A: Send me a picture, I miss your sassy ass all ready.

  I smile at his messages, like he has any room to talk about my sassiness. Sitting in my car, I make a face and snap a picture, but another idea hits me. Lifting the edge of my dress, I snap a picture of panties and send it to him before I chicken out.

  My phone rings a few minutes later, while I’m driving.

  “Hello?” I feign innocence.

  “Don’t you hello me, little girl, I’m going to spank your ass when I see you.” Danger laces his tone, tightening my core.

  “Sounds kinky.”

  “Such a smart ass. I’m going to have to jerk off before I go work, thanks to you.” He grumbles.

  “Aww poor baby, I’ll kiss it and make it better when you get home.”

  He groans low into the phone. “Fuck, babe. Just the thought of you sucking my dick is going to make me cum.”

  My thighs squeeze together. “Well, buckle up buttercup, you’re going to have a good morning.”

  “Jesus Christ. I’m never going to be able to concentrate at work. If I get shot or stabbed, it’ll be because I was thinking about you, on your knees, choking on my dick.”

  I pull my car to a stop and park. “Well, dinner should be a lot more pleasant for me. I’ll have to come up with all kinds of ways to torture you when you get home.”

  “You are a dangerous woman. I’ll never survive it.”

  “Good night, Officer Bennet.”

  “Good night, Gorgeous.”

  We end the call and I sit in my car a moment longer, mentally preparing myself for the shit show that’s about to take place. A part of me wants to wipe the makeup off my neck, throw my hair up, and take my scarf off. Create a stir. Have everyone talking about what a tramp I am.

  With a sigh, I get out and climb the ridiculous steps to the massive front door and ring the doorbell. A moment later, a woman I don’t recognize answers it wearing the traditional maids uniform my parents have always demanded.

  “Good evening, how may I help you?” her voice is much deeper than I expected, like she’s been smoking a pack a day for twenty years.

  “I’m Kristen Collins. I’ve been summoned to dinner by my parents.”

  “Oh yes, of course. Please come in,” the door opens wider and she steps aside. I leave my purse, sans my phone, with her and head to the sitting room for pre-dinner drinks. Just being in the house has me on edge. What stupid thing will my mother decide to pick at me for tonight? Is my makeup too dark or too light? Is my dress the wrong color? Perhaps my heels are too tall? I wouldn’t want to embarrass my father in front of his friends by traipsing around like a harlot, now would I?

  Entering the room, a man I recognize has his back to me and a pretty brunette is sitting on the couch next to were he’s standing. I can’t make out her face, but she seems familiar. A few other people I recognize are milling about. Mother catches me walking in, “Kristen, it’s about time you joined us.”

  Taking a deep breath, I plaster on the fakest smile I can muster before I answer her. “Yes, how dare I be three minutes past five. How rude of me.”

  Mike Preston turns and sneers at me. My throat suddenly too dry to swallow. Anxiety takes ahold of me, driving my brain down a dark and scary path that I might not be able to come back from. I hate him. I hate everything about him. It’s a long time since I’ve had to sit through a dinner with him staring at me, the images in his head clear on his face. He makes my skin crawl.

  The brunette on the couch jumps up, “Kristen!”

  Turning my focus to her, I’m confused to see JJ’s mother here. “Jen?”

  “Yes,” she smiles, happy to see a familiar face I’m sure.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Michael brought me, I’m his date.” She looks adoringly at him. I don’t get it.

  “You and Mike? Are a thing?” I try really hard not to cringe and I’m pretty sure I succeed.

  “Yeah, Michael and I have been seeing each other for a little while now. He’s so sweet.” She smiles and her cheeks turn pink. What the fuck is happening today?

  “Hmm that’s nice,” is all I can say. I need a drink and I need it now. Walking to the bar, I make myself a dirty martini with extra olives. I chug the whole thing then make another before walking away from the bar. What a cluster fuck. Is someone fucking with me?

  My phone pings, alerting me to another text message. Desperately needing a distraction, I open the message from Alex. Holy lord in heaven. Alex is in his uniform, shirt unbuttoned, and untucked, white undershirt pulled up to show his abs. His pants and belt so low on his hips I can see the V that leads to the glorious cock I know is there. The tattoos on his arms stand out against the white of his shirt, the muscles of his arms bulging. He is every girl’s wet dream.

  K: Well, hello officer. I believe I need a cavity search.

  A: HA! Trust me, I’ll make sure to check EVERY nook and cranny later.

  K: I don’t think I can wait that long.

  A: If you play with that pussy, you better send me video.

  A: It’s mine after all.

  Movement catches my eye and I look up from my phone to see Jen snuggled up to Mike. It makes my stomach turn. As covertly as I can, I snap a picture and send it to Alex. With the caption ‘you’ll never guess who’s here.’

  A: Is that Jen, JJ’s mom?

  K: YES

  A: And Officer Mike Preston?

  K: YES!

  A: How do you know him?

  K: He’s been friends with my dad forever.

  K: He makes my skin crawl.

  K: I wish you were here.

  A: He showed up on 4th of July.

  K: I know.

  A: Is he what set off the panic attack?

  K: Yes. I don’t want to be here.

  A: Tell them you don’t feel good and go home.

  A: You’re an adult, you can tell them no.

  K: No, I can’t. It just makes everything worse.

  Sniffling back tears, I make my way to the bathroom and give myself a minute to compose myself. I hate that I feel so weak around Mike fucking Preston. Like I’m a little girl and he’s a big monster. I’ve never gotten past the stupid nightmares that starred him as the bad guy. I wish I understood where the stupid dreams came from, maybe then I could move on.

  Drying the wetness from my eyes with a tissue, the bathroom door suddenly swings open and the devil himself walks in and locks the door behind him.

  “What do you want?” I try to be loud enough that other people will here but even to my own ears, the words are barely a whisper.

  “To get what was promised to me.”

  Alex

  WHY THE FUCK IS Kristen’s Dad friends with Mike Preston? This question has run through my head about a hundred times in the last hour. And the hour before that. And the hour before that. What is the connection? How do they know each other? Why do they still associate? And what the fuck does he have to do with Kristen’s nightmares?

  Now more than ever I know the nightmares she has are real memories her mind is trying to save her from re
membering. That guy is a creep. I’ve never liked him. Never trusted him. And now I’ll be making sure JJ has a safe place to be whenever Mike is around his mom. I’ll be having a chat with Jen too. I can’t imagine what sob story he’s told her to get in her good graces but I’m going to put a stop to it real fucking fast.

  Driving my route all night, it was quiet. I didn’t even issue any speeding tickets and that may be a first. Honestly, I’m too distracted to be on the street, but I can’t tell the Chief that. I’m needed on the streets, patrolling, looking out for the civilians that live here, but today I’m not doing a good job.

  I’m still amped up when I get home and damn near run over a sleeping kid on my porch on my way to the door. Kneeling down by the curled up kid, I lean against the wall to get a better view of his face. JJ. Motherfucker.

  Leaving my bag on the porch, I scoop him up, unlock the door, and set him down on the couch with a blanket. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I don’t know what to do. I can’t keep him from sleeping on the damn porch since I’m not home at night, but I can’t get to Jen right this minute either. He can sleep here for a few days while this shit gets figured out. I’d rather know he’s here safe, than worried about him all damn night. Grabbing my bag from the porch, I head to my bedroom and look around for signs of Kristen, but I don’t think she came back last night.

  Searching for my phone, I dump my bag out on the bed and rip through my stuff. Where the fuck is she? Flipping through my contacts, I dial her number and pace my room while it rings. It rings four times before going to voicemail and asking me to leave a message.

  “Hey babe, I thought you were coming over after dinner last night. Call me when you get this.”

  Ending the call, I pull up Ben’s number and dial. I know he’s at work but this is important. My gut is telling me something bad happened and I need to find her now.

  “Hey Alex, are you okay?” the worry in his tone makes me curse under my breath. I never call him.

  “Have you heard from Kristen today or last night? She’s not where she said she would be and not answering her phone.” I can’t keep still, my mind is spinning with all the possibilities and none of them are good.