Don't Look Back (The Becky Chronicles, Book 1) Read online

  I knew what she meant. I received a call from my editor a month ago, asking me if I would be interested in moving to Fairhope. Lynn was excited because she has an aunt who lives down there. I won’t lie, the thought of living that close to the beach appeals to me. Chad just brushed it off as nothing, because I have rejected other job offers to move.

  Like I said, I am comfortable. However, that was the first time I was tempted to accept. I don’t know why. To most people, I have a seemingly perfect life. A great job, (a suffocating mother), and a hot as hell boyfriend. What more could I possibly want?

  Looking at my best friend, I smiled. Hot and sweaty, she still looked all put together. She had her long, curly, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Mine was in a ponytail too, but I knew I looked a hot mess.

  There are women who wear their curves well. Lynn is one of them. It doesn’t matter what she wears, it looks amazing on her. Not so much with me. I have ONE very important rule that decides which outfit I will wear for the day. If my clothes aren’t clinging to my fat, then I’ll wear it. Simple as that.

  “I hear what you’re saying, Lynn. I love you for it.” I sighed. “I guess I don’t know what I should do.”

  “I can come up with some ideas.” Lynn nudged my shoulder with her own.

  “Oh, I’m sure you could. How about you? How’s it going with the hubs?”

  Lynn shook her head in frustration. “Becky, I... I am seriously thinking about leaving him. I can’t stand the way he controls everything I do. I have to give him a detailed account of everything I do. Barry called me just before I drove up and wanted to know where I was and who I was walking with. It’s funny because he is always okay if I tell him I am with you. What he doesn’t seem to realize is, you are the bad influence on me.” She pointed to herself.

  “Shhh…it’s a secret. You know if anyone thought I was ever out having a good time with you, they would automatically think we were picking up men.”

  “That’s true, Beck. We flirt, but we have never crossed that line. Not that I haven’t thought about it a time or two… or three.” She laughed.

  I just shook my head. Lynn knew how I felt about her relationship with Barry. He showed his true, controlling ways soon after they married when we all graduated from college. Barry seemed so kind and considerate in the early days of their relationship. All that changed after they married and settled into a routine. Lynn and I often joked that between her husband and my mother, they knew where we were all the time. I like a certain amount of control, but damn there is a thing as too much. You need room to breathe.

  I have a feeling Lynn will be getting that room soon. Something has to give.

  I laughed. “Well I need to get back. If you need me, just give me a ring.”

  Lynn rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Me, too. Call me if you need me, too.”

  “I will. See ya.”

  We got into our respective cars and left. I needed to run a couple errands before I returned to the apartment Chad and I shared. By the time I finished, it was 4:30. I needed to hurry and shower so I would be ready to leave once Chad arrived.

  I rushed through my shower, hoping I didn’t cut my leg with the razor. After I slathered on some lotion, I grabbed the hairdryer. Maybe my hair will cooperate with me today.

  It’s naturally wavy and sort of curly, and if I do not blow it dry, I look like a poodle on crack. No exaggeration.

  I did my best to straighten it with my favorite brush as I dried it. I smoothed it down with my hands as it fell just below my shoulders.

  Hmm…maybe I should’ve gone to the salon and had my highlights touched up. I get subtle blonde highlights throughout my light brown hair, but you can tell it hasn’t been done in a while. Oh, well. I can’t do anything about it now.

  I applied some light makeup. I firmly believe if you have black mascara and a berry or wine colored lipstick on, you are good to go. When I have to be somewhere special, like dinner, I will make more of an attempt and actually do the “complete” look. Otherwise, what’s the point in getting made up when I am not going anywhere.

  I could hear keys being dropped on the counter in the kitchen. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Chad sitting down on the couch. I stood there for a moment and watched him.

  Have you ever looked at someone and thought, wow, that is perfection? Well, if not then you never met Chad. Imagine a younger version of Channing Tatum or someone just as yummy.

  Yep, I know I’m a lucky woman.

  “Hey.”

  Chad looked up and smiled that boyish grin I loved. “Hey, there.”

  I loved his rich, deep voice. He rubbed his hand up and down his face. This was the gesture he usually did when he was very tired.

  I walked across the room and sat down beside him. “Tough day?”

  He nodded. “Glad to be home.”

  I laid my head on his shoulder, inhaling the clean scent of his cologne.

  “You look very pretty tonight.”

  “Thank you.” I decided to wear my favorite maroon peasant blouse with dark blue jeans. I finished off the look with dark brown leather boots.

  “Just give me a few minutes and I will be ready to go out.” Chad stood up and walked toward our bedroom.

  I watched him as he walked by, and I could not help but admire him. No matter what he wears, Chad looks drop dead gorgeous. There is something about seeing him in a suit that just drives me wild. I want to grab his tie and pull him to the bed, floor, or anywhere that’s close by.

  I am not picky.

  I could hear his footsteps as he walked back into the living room. He changed into blue jeans and a pull over black shirt. It was just snug enough to show off his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The jeans he wore were not too loose or too tight. It was snug in just the right places. I could imagine unzipping those jeans and…damn. My thoughts were getting away from me.

  I heard Chad stuff the keys into his pocket. I looked up and saw a smirk on his face. He knew I was checking him out.

  “How does Mexican food sound?”

  I smiled. “You know that’s my favorite.”

  He nodded. I noticed a twinkle in his eyes as he walked towards me.

  “Are you ready?”

  For you? Absolutely. I was getting wet just thinking about it.

  “Ready when you are.”

  Chad raised his eyebrows and there was that smirk again.

  I did what any southern girl would do, I winked at him and walked to the door. He walked up behind me, and I almost melted when I felt his warm breath on my neck.

  “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we won’t make it passed this door.” He pulled my body against the front of his.

  I could feel his arousal. Damn it! Talk about driving someone to distraction!

  “Is that so bad?” I knew I sounded out of breath.

  “Trust me, you will need your strength for tonight.” Chad slapped my ass as he opened the door.

  I gasped. It was an involuntary response. Chad knew I like it.

  I walked outside and waited for Chad as he opened the door to his truck. Don’t ask me what kind it is. I don’t know and don’t care. Does dark blue count?

  I hopped in and watched him walk around to the driver’s side. After he started the truck, I could feel his hand on my thigh. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. Chad wiggled his eyebrows up and down before turning his attention to the road.

  I laughed. He could be so silly sometimes. It was one of the many reasons why I loved him. Anything to relieve the sexual tension. I needed relief in the worst kind of way. Sensing this, his hand moved further up my leg while his fingers began rubbing my inner thigh.

  I glanced at Chad out of the corner of my eye and saw his lips twitch. Two can play at this.

  I reached over, which inadvertently moved his hand right where it needed to be. Well… almost. I still had on my jeans. I rubbed my hand against his erection and slightly squeezed the bulge that was getting harder each secon
d.

  “Fuck.” Chad hissed.

  He took the words right out of my mouth. Unfortunately, we just arrived at the restaurant. I don’t think the people in the parking lot are looking for that kind of show. Well, now that I think about it, there are a lot of freaks who live here. So, you never know.

  Chad cleared his throat. I turned my head and faced him as I moved my hand away from the front of this jeans. He was breathing heavily. A few seconds passed before he spoke. When he looked at me I could see the heat in his eyes.

  I had a feeling this would be the quickest meal ever.

  Chad ushered me out of his truck and we walked into the restaurant. It took no time for us to be seated. We always ordered fajitas for two, with sweet tea, of course.

  Chad requested a booth instead of a table. I should’ve known he would be up to no good. His hand gripped my upper thigh the moment we sat down. He moved his fingers slightly and started rubbing my inner thigh.

  Shit! I looked around the restaurant. I was sure everyone knew what he was doing. Surprisingly, no one was looking our way.

  Chad was casually drinking his tea with one hand as the other unbuttoned my jeans and slid down my zipper.

  How were the hell were people not hearing this?

  I knew my face was turning a lovely shade of red. I turned my face to Chad and pleaded with my eyes for him to behave. I was met with eyes that were pretty much telling me he was ready to bend me over this table. I looked away and tried act nonchalant.

  I just needed to focus and remain calm.

  SHIT!

  Chad slid his hand down the front of my jeans, and started rubbing my sensitive mound. I knew he could tell how wet I was. Chad looked back at me and I could see the moment he realized it. His nostrils flared, and it didn’t take him long before he inserted a finger between the folds and start rubbing my clitoris.

  I gasped!

  He flicked his eyes to mine as he began to rub faster. His finger began rubbing in a circle on my clit. I had to stifle a moan. Damn it!

  “Chad!” I whispered with urgency.

  He leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Just a little taste.”

  Chad removed his hand and stuck his finger in his mouth. He moaned. I felt like doing the same just watching him.

  Where are those damn fajitas?

  If we didn’t leave soon, I had a feeling we would be asked to leave. I looked up just as they were bringing out the sizzling pan. I saw Chad speak quietly with our server. Within seconds there was a to go box on our table and Chad was scraping everything in it. I sat there stunned for a moment.

  What just happened?

  Chad must’ve seen the look on my face because he chuckled before giving me another heated look.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Becky. Your ass is mine just as soon as we get home.”

  Chad stood up and offered me his hand. I hurriedly accepted it. Chad gave our server the money and told him to keep the change. He is always so generous.

  In more ways than one.

  Well, to say we made it home in record speed would be an understatement.

  Chad was very quiet as we entered our apartment. I placed the take out box on the table as I heard Chad lock the door. He walked over to me and dropped the keys on the table.

  I took a deep breath. Chad brought both of his hands to my face. I felt one move to the back of my neck as the fingers from the other combed through my hair. He tugged on my hair, pulling my head back. He placed small kisses down my neck. I felt his hand move from the back of my neck then settle on my right hip. Chad pulled me firmly against his body. I could feel his arousal pressing against stomach. He walked us backward toward our bedroom.

  Halfway to the bed he pulled my blouse up and over my head. With the flick of his wrist, Chad had my bra unhooked and it fell to the floor.

  “You are so damn sexy.” Chad’s voice was husky from desire.

  Not waiting for a response, Chad captured my lips with his. I felt his tongue glide across the seam, begging for entrance.

  Oh, what a tongue he has!

  I moaned just thinking about everything he could do with it. His hands moved to the front of my jeans and I felt him unbutton them, and then he slowly pulled down the zipper.

  He traced his lips down my neck until he latched onto one of my breasts. I closed my eyes as he flicked his tongue against my nipple. He was gently massaging my other breast with his hand. I felt his hands slide down my body and grip the top of my jeans. He kneeled down in front of me. I watched as he slowly pulled my jeans down my legs and tossed them aside.

  “Fuck.” Chad whispered.

  I never wear panties when I have on jeans. Looks like he forgot about that.

  Chad began kissing my stomach and slowly worked his way down. Thank goodness I shaved all the necessary parts!

  No hair to get in the way is what I always say.

  He lifted my left leg and put it on his shoulder. I was afraid I was going to lose my balance.

  “I’ve got you.” He whispered.

  Oh! My! God!

  He slipped his tongue in between the lips of my pussy. With each flick of his tongue, I could feel my legs begin to buckle. Chad looked up at me as he inserted one of his fingers. He managed to keep me in place by resting the other hand on my hip. His grip tightened as he pumped his finger in and out. His tongue was flicking faster against my clit. I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping. I needed more, and Chad was doing his best to oblige. He withdrew his finger and pressed it firmly against my clit. Chad moved his finger in a circular motion and I could tell I was almost there. He rubbed faster and faster.

  YES! YES! Fuck, yeah. It never takes me very long to come after Chad starts touching me.

  I could feel Chad’s tongue lapping up all my juices. He was always very thorough.

  Chad lowered my leg as he stood up. He intertwined our hands and pulled me onto the bed. I helped him remove his shirt. My mouth watered every time he took off his shirt. Chad took very good care of his body. Not an ounce of fat could be found. He was built, but not too muscular.

  Chad hurriedly removed his pants and boxers. Standing before me was male perfection. His long, thick cock was begging for attention. I wrapped my fingers around it and heard Chad hiss. I leaned forward and slid my tongue down the underside where it was most sensitive. I smiled as he moaned. Chad raked his fingers through my hair urging me take him in my mouth. I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock and he tightened his grip on my hair. I slowly took him in my mouth. Inch by inch.

  I loved torturing him.

  I never liked giving head in the past, but there was something about Chad that made me crave it. Just knowing I had that much control over him was extremely gratifying.

  I was never able to take all of him in my mouth. He was just too big, and I do not deep throat.

  No way!

  Some girls are proud of being able to do it.

  Go for it, that’s what I say.

  I don’t want to risk choking. No, thank you!

  Just like some women swallow.

  Not me.

  I don’t care how much a guy says he likes it, finds it sexy, etc....not gonna happen with this chick.

  Chad was slowly thrusting his hips and I looked at him and sent him that look. You know the one. It says, don’t even think about it mister. I know he got the message because his thrusting stopped. I licked his cock from the base to the tip one more time. He leaned down and kissed me. I felt his hands in my hair as the kiss intensified. I began scooting back on the bed, but Chad had other ideas. He reached over and grabbed both of my legs and pulled me back. My ass was on the edge.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I loved it when he was so turned that his voice took on this husky sound.

  Damn sexy!

  “Um…where are you going?” Not my finest moment repeating his question, but you know I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.

  Chad growled. “Right. Fucking. Here!” Then he slam
med his cock into me.

  I gasped as my back arched off the bed. He stopped for a moment then he slammed into me again. Chad did this a couple more times before he began to thrust in and out, finding that perfect rhythm. He slowed down just long enough to put my legs on his shoulders. He began pumping in and out at a furious pace.

  OH, MY! I couldn’t think.

  Panting?

  I know I was doing plenty of that.

  He was thrusting in me so hard I was sure we would need a new bed after this.

  Fuck that!

  We can just sleep on the floor!

  I could feel droplets of sweat falling off his body. I knew I was close to reaching my orgasm.

  “Becky…fuck yeah.”

  Chad pushed my knees to my shoulders and pounded into me.

  I don’t know all the sounds I was making. I am sure some did not sound human.

  “Oh, Chad. Yes, right there! Yes! Yes!”

  I was bucking my hips and he made short quick thrusts. Within seconds after I reached my orgasm, Chad came. He slumped over my body for a minute. We were trying to catch our breath. I was not sure we would be able to move after that.

  Damn! My legs felt like jelly. After he pulled out, Chad leaned over and captured my lips.

  “Shower?”

  I nodded.

  The one thing Chad knows about me is that I have to get into the shower after sex.

  Every. Single. Time.

  No cuddling for me until then. I don’t know, I just feel nasty if I don’t clean up right away.

  I followed him into the bathroom and waited until he had the water just right.

  What is better than a mind blowing orgasm? A man who has magical fingers that can wash your hair properly. By properly, I mean massaging your scalp until you have tingles going down your spine. Chad has said magical fingers. Taking a shower with him is always a good thing.

  CHAPTER 2

  You know, there are usually signs that things are about to change. It’s up to the person to pay attention to those signs. Turn off the blinders.

  Simple, right? Nope. Nothing is ever that simple.

  Lynn called me on a Thursday afternoon. I could tell from the tone of her voice everything was about to change.