Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (78 page)

Denton was here. At my house in New York. About to meet my mother.  

It was all kinds of terrifying.

He grabbed me as soon as I opened the door, and pressed me up against the wall for a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingers into his flesh and returning the kiss, until I remembered that Mom was liable to walk downstairs at any second.

Denton didn’t let go easily, but I finally shook him off me. We hadn’t seen each other for two days, but I had to at least introduce him to Mom first before we went to the bedroom.

“How is she?” I asked, referring to Kara. I'd met her briefly, but Denton had been the one to spend time with her.

“She’s going to be fine,” Denton replied. “Physically, anyway. Mentally, I’m not so sure, but she’s a tough woman. I only know one woman who’s stronger.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s been though. Has she talked about it at all?”

“I sat with her while she talked to the police, but the doctors called the interview off when she became agitated. All I know is that he kept her locked up in a basement below the strip club, and had his minions bring her the bare minimum food and water every day. Her muscles have atrophied a bit, but physical therapy will fix that.”

“Was she… did he… you know?”  

“I have no idea. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. I’m not going to press her just yet.”

The details of what happened were coming out painfully slowly, but James was dead, Kara was still pretty bad off, and so far, James’ lackeys weren’t saying much.

James hadn’t been lying when he’d said he was the most powerful man in the city. He’d bribed a forensic analyst to certify that a dead woman was actually Kara, and he’d made sure the police investigation quickly got swept under the rug.  

Accusations of corruption in the Mayor’s office were already circling, and I didn’t doubt that James had bribed more than just a few police officers.  

“How did she escape?” I asked.  

“Seems her guards decided to have a little fun with one of the strippers after hours, and left her door unlocked. She listened to our entire conversation, but when she realized we were going to leave James alive she stepped in to finish the job.”  

“Are the police going to press charges for her killing James?”  

“It’s unlikely. I’ve hired an attorney for her, and he says she can claim battered woman syndrome or something to that effect. But he doesn’t think the district attorney will even want to press charges.”

“Good. They should be pinning a fucking medal on her.”

“Chloe Norton!” Mom yelled, as she strolled down the stairs. “Watch your language.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

“I’m always telling her off for swearing,” Denton said, grinning at me. “Hi, Mrs. Norton. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Mom looked Denton up and down and judging by her reaction she was definitely pleased to meet him as well. I’d made him cover up completely so that Mom couldn’t see the tattoos, although he was now wearing far too many layers for a mild summer afternoon.

“Nice to meet you too, Denton. Chloe gets her potty mouth from her father, I’m afraid. So you’re an FBI agent as well?”

“Uh, no, not exactly.”

“Chloe said you met at work.”

“Oh. Yes, we did, but I don’t work for the FBI. I work closely with them though. They always want to ask me questions.”

“Impressive. Perhaps you can convince my daughter that the FBI is too dangerous a place for a young woman.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Denton said, before turning to look at me. I gave him my best death stare, and made it quite clear that unless he wanted to spend the night on the sofa, he had better take that back. “Of course, I wouldn’t dare try to convince Chloe to do anything she doesn’t want to do.”

“No, she’s stubborn,” Mom agreed. “
That
, she gets from me. Well, let’s not stand here in the doorway. Denton, why don’t you take your bags upstairs. I’ve made up the spare room for you. It’s the second one on the left.”

Spare room?
Denton looked at me quizzically. I’d never had a boyfriend over to stay the night. In all the commotion, I’d forgotten what a big deal this was.

“Um, Mom?”  

“Yes dear?”

“I was actually planning on having Denton stay in my room.”  

Mom looked at me for a few seconds, and then laughed. “I know, I’m not that old-fashioned. Chloe’s room is the first on the right, Denton.”

Denton headed upstairs, and Mom looked at me and pursed her lips as if silently wolf-whistling.  

“Not bad, darling. Not bad at all.”

“I’m glad you approve... I think.”  

“You sure he’s not one of these love ’em, and leave ’em types?” Mom asked.

“Oh he definitely is,” I replied. “But I’m hoping not in this case.”  

“Good. How long do you have off work?”

“A couple of weeks,” I lied. After what had happened, I’d been given three months paid leave to get my head together, but if I told her that, Mom would want all the details and she’d have a panic attack.  

I couldn’t see myself going back to the FBI, although at some point I would need a new job. Denton was taking a break from work while he unwound all of his dad’s operations.  

His dad was in custody, and wouldn’t see the light of day for many years, if ever, but Denton still thought he had a personal responsibility to put things right if possible.  

The company could largely run itself at this point, but Denton planned to step down from that as well. Even though the company was legitimate, it had been built on the proceeds of crime, and he wanted nothing to do with it.

Denton would have to cut down on the material goods for the time being, which he wouldn’t find easy, but fortunately for him, I’d had a lot of practice at not buying things.

“Do you two have any plans for tomorrow?” Mom asked.  

Denton was halfway down the stairs, and made some motions with his body that made it quite clear what he had in mind.  

“No particular plans,” I said to Mom, trying to keep a straight face.

“Good. This is going to sound a little odd, but you need to go and meet with a lawyer.”

I frowned. “What about?”  

“Honestly, I’m not sure I fully understand, but it turns out those calls about inheriting money from a relative were real. The law firm is real. Quite a big one it turns out. Arrington, Arrington, and… something. They have a New York office and they want to meet you.”

“Why me though?”

“I don’t know, dear. Legal nonsense. Your father left his estate to you so you get whatever this is.”

“Don’t get too excited,” Denton said. “It’s probably not a lot. Lawyers have a duty to make a concerted effort to get inheritance assets to the intended recipient, and that applies even if it’s only ten dollars.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “We probably need to get out of the house at some point.”  

Denton didn’t look at all keen on that, but we agreed to keep the appointment Mom had made on my behalf.  

Besides, I might end up needing a lawyer myself in the next few weeks and months, depending on what came out of the case with James and his father.

“Okay dear,” Mom said, cheerfully. “I’m popping to the shops for some groceries, and I’ll probably stop for a coffee on the way back.”

“Alright.”

“I’ll be gone for at least two hours,” Mom added, before winking at me. “You kids have fun.”

I played coy, but probably wasn’t fooling anyone.  

“You heard the woman,” Denton said. “I do believe she told me to take you upstairs and show you a good time.”

“That’s not exactly what she said.”

“It’s what I heard. Are you going to argue with me?”

I bit my lip and shook my head. Denton reached around me and grabbed my ass, lifting me up into the air. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me upstairs to the bedroom.

It was about time I christened this bed.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend in my room,” Chloe said, as she led me into her bedroom. “I had boyfriends, but I wasn’t exactly keen to bring them home and introduce them to Dad.”

“Same,” I replied. 

“Oh please. I don’t believe that for a second.”

“It’s true. I would always take women to hotels or stay at their place. I didn’t want them meeting Mom or Dad. You can imagine why Dad would be a little off-putting, and Mom would have been trying to marry me off to the first one she met.”

Looking at Chloe’s bedroom, you would never have guessed Chloe was ever an FBI agent. Her room looked better suited to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old still in school. There were no posters of boy bands on the walls, but there was a general ‘pinkness’ to everything including the pillows on the bed, and the chair in front of her desk. 

At least she had a double bed. I’d had sex on single beds a few times, and always felt too restrained, unable to put in my best performances, which tended to require a decent amount of space to roll around in. 

Despite knowing what we’d come in here for, and being desperate to have Chloe again, I couldn’t help but walk around the room slowly taking it all in. There was still so much I didn’t know about her. I’d only just found out her real name, so seeing intimate details of her life was unusual.

Pictures of Chloe with friends from school were dotted around the walls and in picture frames on her desk. Chloe now looked every bit the mature young woman who’d worked hard at college and then joined the FBI, but when she smiled, she still looked like the innocent young sixteen-year-old in the pictures. 

I turned around to look at Chloe on the bed. She certainly didn’t look innocent anymore. She lay on top of the sheets in just a pale blue bra and panties, looking at me invitingly, although with perhaps a slightly nervous look in her eyes.

“Are you going to stand around looking at pictures afternoon?” she asked. “Or are you going to get out of those clothes and help me remember what I’ve been missing these last few days?” 

I walked over to the bed, undressing as I did so, throwing my clothes fall to the floor as quickly as I could pull them off. We hadn’t had sex for a few days. With everything that had happened with James, Dad, and, most importantly, Kara, it just hadn’t felt right. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms instead, which was just as intimate anyway.

Now, though, I wanted to make up for lost time. 

I picked up my pants from the floor and fished around for my wallet to get a condom. 

“Can we go without that this time?” Chloe asked sweetly from the bed. “I’m on the pill and I think after everything we’ve been through we can trust each other enough.”

“With pleasure,” I replied, throwing my wallet down to the floor. 

I stood naked by the side of the bed, staring down at her pale, soft skin as she waited for me to remove the final few items of clothing covering her modesty. I hadn’t done that much before with Chloe. We’d always been in such a rush to get down to business that I had never stopped to truly think about how lucky I was to have this woman waiting for me.

Now I was about to have her completely. My cock would soon slide into her wetness without the thin layer of latex getting in the way. There couldn’t be anything in life better than that.

My cock certainly agreed. I was hard before I’d even climbed on top of her.

Chloe immediately wrapped her legs around my back, trying to keep my body pressed against her. I slithered out of her grip and ducked down between her legs, pressing my lips against her wet panties. 

There was a time and a place for teasing, but this wasn’t it. I quickly pulled off her panties and threw them to the floor, before inhaling her scent and the sliding my tongue up from her entrance to the firm bud at the top of her slit. 

Chloe responded by rocking her hips, and pressing herself against my lips, while the gentle flicks of my tongue brought out increasingly loud whimpers of pleasure from her.

I slid a thick finger inside her, but kept my tongue on her clit, as she quivered with ecstasy. 

Chloe took a hold of my hair as I ate her sex greedily. I felt her delight as she gripped me harder and harder, trying to fight and delay the inevitable orgasm building insider her. I knew she liked to hold out for as long as possible, savoring the feeling of my tongue and finger inside her as if it would never happen again.