Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (72 page)

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“Maybe they were wrong.”

“No, it was Roddy’s MO. I got the information from the coroner's report. He kidnapped her, tortured her, and killed her. The knife marks were typical with his style. He’s known for his love of knives.”

“Jesus, I’m so sorry. But--”

“But what, Chloe? Didn’t you hear what I just said? How can I not want to kill this man?”

“Because it wasn’t him.” 

I went to dismiss her again, but there was so much heartfelt honesty in her voice that I immediately knew she was telling the truth. Or at least she thought she was.

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

“I looked into it,” she said. “I can’t tell you how I know this, but Roddy wasn’t even in the country the day Kara died.”

I frowned. How the hell would Chloe know something like that? 

“How do you know--”

“I told you, I can’t tell you.”

“But you want me to believe you?”

“Yes.” She took hold of my hand. Hers was cold, so I pressed my other hand on top to help warm it up. It felt like ages since I’d last felt her flesh on mine. Holding her hand was better than sex with any other woman. How was that even possible?

“I trust you,” I said, “but--”

“There can’t be a ‘but.’ You either trust me or you don’t.” 

I trusted that she thought she was telling me the truth, but so much just didn’t add up. I had connections everywhere in this city, including the police department. Dad practically had them in his back pocket. 

Chloe had only been here a few weeks. How could she possibly know something like that? I failed to believe Roddy had gone on vacation and posted his beach pictures on Facebook. 

I squeezed Chloe’s hand. I knew what she wanted to hear. This was the point where I was supposed to call the whole thing off and promise to live a good life from now on. But I couldn’t.

Roddy might not have done the deed himself, but he sure as hell gave the order.

He deserved to pay the price. 

And I was the only one who could collect.

This time I did spend the night at Denton’s. Nothing happened, but I slept next to him for the first time. I wondered if he’d ever shared a bed with a woman and not had sex with her. Probably not.

Not going home meant I had no access to my laptop, and no access to my laptop meant I couldn’t upload yesterday’s recording. I was going to catch so much shit for this, but right now I didn’t care.

Denton’s place had been a mess when we’d come back yesterday afternoon, but while I’d been enjoying a lie in, he’d been tidying the place up and cooking breakfast.

“You know we’re both going to be late for work?” I said, as I shoved a piece of toast into my mouth. 

The smell of scrambled eggs and sausage wafted over from the kitchen and made my mouth salivate. I hadn’t had a cooked breakfast since I’d moved to Chicago and I was now realizing just how much I missed the food from my favorite café in New York.

“I’m the boss,” Denton responded, as he shoved some spinach leaves into the pan. “I can’t be late. And you’re my assistant, so you can’t be late either.”

“People will gossip,” I replied. “You know what offices are like.”

“There’s nothing to gossip about,” Denton said. “We didn’t do anything last night other than hang out and watch television. Unfortunately.”

“Was there something else you would have rather done?” I teased. 

I knew exactly what he’d wanted. I’d fallen asleep with his cock hard and pressing into my back. I wanted him to just take me. To just pull down my panties and thrust himself inside. Instead, he somehow held back, and resisted the urge to follow the instructions his penis was clearly yelling at him. 

I’d wanted it as well. At least, physically I had. I’d been dripping wet just thinking about him. But mentally I hadn’t been in the right place.

Things had been a little awkward after all the talk of death and revenge, but a good night’s sleep seemed to have put everything back in its rightful place. For the time being at least.

“I had been hoping to watch the Bulls game,” Denton said, not looking away from the pan in front of him.

“I really hope that’s a joke.”

“Why? You not a Bulls fan?”

I pursed my lips and crossed my arms under my breasts. “I could feel your cock twitching against my back this morning. I thought you were sending a message in Morse code at one point.”

“I was. The message was ‘get up and make me a cup of coffee.’ ”

“I’m supposed to be the one who makes bad jokes. You’re supposed to be the sulky, silent type.”

“What can I say? I’m in a good mood when I wake up next to a beautiful woman.” 

“How good a mood?” I asked. 

As hungry as I was, it wasn’t my mouth watering now, demanding to be satisfied. There wasn’t much in life sexier than Denton with a tight t-shirt on, standing in the kitchen cooking. Well, maybe if he had an apron on, too…

“Let me show you,” Denton said, stepping away from the pan and turning the gas off. “This is how good a mood I’m in.”

He walked away from the kitchen worktop so that I could see his lower body. He only wore a pair of boxers, and they were stretching at the seems, with his hard, thick shaft, peaking out the top.

“Holy crap,” I exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of that thing.”

“I thought I was going to explode last night. Breakfast can wait.”

Denton walked over and grabbed me roughly by the arm, pulling me up from the chair and dragging me towards the bedroom. Breakfast could definitely wait.

We both fell onto the bed in a heap. I wrapped my arms around Denton as he landed on top of me, his lips crushed against mine so hard they never parted while we bounced lightly on the bed.

I wanted him so much. Everything else that had passed between us these last few days seemed irrelevant. My mind wasn’t capable of focusing on facts or logic right now. It was like being in a dream, but one of those ones you could control and savor until you had to wake up and face reality. 

Reality was full of choices, problems, and risks. I didn’t want to deal with that right now.

Here, in the moment, all I knew was that I needed him inside me.

His hands quickly parted the robe I’d slipped on this morning, and started exploring my chest, squeezing my pert breasts and running the smooth skin of his fingers over the goosebumps that quickly appeared.

My nipples hardened as his thumbs stroked the tips, teasing them until they had completely surrendered to his touch.

His lips left me, and moved down to plant delicate kisses on my breasts, before he took my nipples between his teeth and bit down gently.

I moaned in response and weaved my fingers into his hair, holding his face to my breasts while his tongue flicked against my stiff nipples, a tantalizing glimpse of what he would soon be doing between my legs.

I reluctantly let go, as his lips moved down my body, placing delicate kisses on the soft skin of my belly until he reached the trimmed mound of soft, curly hair just above my sex.

Denton’s fingers reached out and sampled the hot wetness between my legs as he parted my lips and teased my entrance by sliding a finger inside. I gripped hold of the bedsheets as one finger explored inside me while his thumb rubbed my bud gently. 

I relaxed for half a second when his fingers left me, only to be quickly replaced by his tongue on my sex. He explored my folds while I lay on my back just trying to stop the room from spinning. 

I was drunk on lust, as I thrust my pussy into his mouth, forcing his tongue inside me as my legs wrapped around his muscular back.

“More,” I groaned, as I kept rocking my hips. He was holding back, going slowly, while I was helpless to do anything about it.

Denton’s arm reached up and pressed my belly down, refusing to let me control the pace. I tried to fight his grip, pushing my sex up into his face with all my might, but I couldn’t move. I was his now.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please give me more.”

Denton didn’t release his grip on me, but he did move his mouth up to my throbbing bud, taking it between his lips, before caressing it with his tongue. The gentle lashes sent electricity up my spine, making me throw my head back, eyes forced wide open as I stared up at the ceiling.

My wetness dripped down the insides of my thighs as Denton’s tongue brought me closer and closer to the edge. I could have come right then, but I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to feel my orgasm on his cock.

“Fuck me,” I commanded. “Now.”

Denton’s tongue paused, staying pressed gently against my clit while he considered whether or not to give into my demand. In the end, his desire to fuck me must have overcome his desire to tease me, because he pulled away and grabbed a condom from the drawers beside the bed.

His strong hands lifted my knees into the air and parted my thighs before he thrust himself effortlessly inside. I offered up no resistance as he filled me with his large cock.

We skipped past any of the soft and gentle stuff, as I immediately urged him to fuck me harder and faster, not stopping until I finally had the full force of his cock plunging into my wetness. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass made me even wetter, as I imagined him emptying them inside me when he finally couldn’t hold out any longer.

Every part of my body held him tightly. My legs clamped around his. My arms wrapped around his back, with my fingers digging into his skin. My sex squeezed his cock, not wanting him to ever leave me.

My legs doubled back against my body as Denton buried his face in my neck, lightly biting the skin between his teeth. 

I couldn’t take it any longer. My breathing quickened until I barely had the strength to expel air at all. 

My body had the energy for one final squeeze, as I held Denton tightly against me, before I shook uncontrollably and came hard on his cock. 

I was so consumed with my own orgasm, I didn’t even notice Denton finish, but shortly after I came, he pulled out and discarded the condom, now heavy with his seed.

Denton held me in his arms, while I moaned contently and soaked up the moment. The next noise came from our stomachs, reminding us that we hadn’t eaten breakfast and now needed it more than ever. 

“Come on,” Denton said, as he rolled away and threw his robe at me. “We’ve earned this meal.”

BOOK: Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance
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