Hard Tackle: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (51 page)

“
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. 

“Please fuck me,” Chloe moaned. “I want my wetness all over your cock. Please.” 

I should have ignored her, and kept licking her pussy until she came on my tongue, but then I remembered my unsheathed cock, and how desperately I wanted to feel her slickness on my shaft.

I moved up her body and kissed her on the lips, passing her juices from my tongue to hers as we locked together at the mouth while my cock found its way to her entrance. 

We stared into each other’s eyes as I pushed forward and slipped inside her. I still had to move slowly at first so as not to hurt her, but she was so wet that it didn’t take long before my balls were pressed against her firm ass and she had taken me completely inside.

Being able to feel her slickness on my hard cock had me ready to explode instantly. This wouldn’t last long unless I went slowly.

“I want it hard and fast,” Chloe commanded. “Don’t hold back.”

So much for that idea.

I pulled back and slammed my cock hard inside her, impaling her with my shaft as she looked up at the ceiling and let out a loud, slow moan. 

She looked close to coming already, which came as a relief, because I knew I wouldn’t last long. Chloe’s fingers dug into my skin, and her legs pressed against mine as she struggled to control them.

My back was sweaty and Chloe couldn’t get a grip on it, so she reached down and grabbed the sheets as she screamed and released the pressure that had been building inside her from the second I’d undressed in front of her.

“Fuck,” she yelled loudly, as I kept slamming my cock into her pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She stopped to catch her breath while muttering ‘fuck’ one last time. 

She eventually relaxed on the bed as her muscles stopped shaking. I quickly pulled my cock out of her tight sex, and grabbed her waist, flipping her round onto her belly. 

Chloe lifted her ass into the air, giving me the perfect view of her engorged lips, dripping with her juices, as she kept panting heavily on the bed. 

I plunged my cock into her, but only managed five hard thrusts, before I exploded and emptied my seed inside her. My cock pulsed four times, letting out more and more come until I was finally spent. 

I leaned forward and gently turned Chloe’s head around to face me as I kissed her on the lips, while pulling myself out of her sex.

She lay on her belly unable to move, so I wrapped my arm around her and pressed my body into hers. My sticky cock softened against her side while I lay there and examined her skin with my fingers and eyes.

Chloe moaned occasionally in response to my touch, but she didn’t turn around until she felt my cock harden again.

I was ready for round two, and so was she.

“
W
e don’t have
to pay for this meeting, do we?” I asked Denton as we walked into a modern office building in New York City.  

“Don’t worry you can afford it,” he replied. “You’re rich now, remember.”  

“I’m not rich,” I insisted.  

“I’m just looking forward to all the expensive dinners you’re going to buy me.”

Denton had been teasing me about my incoming ‘fortune’ all day. I kept trying to tell him that distant relatives didn’t leave large amounts of money to people they don’t know unless you’re watching a television show.  

Any money or trinkets I had been left would be consumed by legal fees judging by the look of this place.

“How much do you reckon they charge?” I asked.  

“Some of them likely charge over $1,000 an hour. Depends what level of attorney we see I suppose. Hopefully we’re just meeting with an associate.”

I introduced myself to the receptionist and told her that we were here for a meeting, but that we didn’t know who it was with.

“Let me see,” he said, as he typed my name into the computer. “Ah yes, you’re here to see Mr. Foster Arrington.”

“Arrington, as in a named partner?” Denton asked.  

“Yes,” the receptionist replied. “That’s the one.”

“Great,” I muttered under my breath. “Hope McDonald’s is okay for those dinners I’m going to buy you.”

We followed the directions and ended up in a large conference room, the walls of which were made entirely of glass.

“I wonder where they spend all the money from their large bills?” Denton asked sarcastically.  

“I know, it’s a mystery isn’t it?”

I people-watched for a bit as busy--and stressed--looking attorneys wandered up and down the halls. Finally a man and a woman walked towards the door and stepped inside. They didn’t look like lawyers. They were smiling.

“Ms. Norton?” the man asked.  

“Yes,” I replied. “Call me Chloe.”

He looked far too young to be a named partner of the firm. He also looked too attractive to be a lawyer. Denton had noticed it too. He sat up straight and tensed his muscles, as if warning the lawyer away from me.

“Down, boy,” I whispered to Denton, but he didn’t relax. It’s not like he needed to worry. The lawyer and the woman were clearly screwing. I could tell from a mile away.

“Hi Chloe. I’m Foster and this is April.” He looked at Denton, but neither of them made any effort to introduce themselves. Men.

“This is Denton,” I said. “My boyfriend.”

Denton reluctantly extended his hand and shook Foster’s. I shared a smile with April as we watched the men marking their territory.

“First of all,” Foster began, “to put your minds at rest, this is a
pro bono
project for my firm, and April is also assisting me free of charge, so there’s no cost to you for any of this work.”

“We can afford to pay,” Denton snarled.  

I slapped him on the arm. “No, we can’t.” I turned to Foster and thanked him.  

“What’s this meeting about?” Denton asked. “You’ve been rather cryptic so far.”

“Yes, sorry about that,” Foster said. “We’ve been trying to track you down for a while, Chloe, but the private investigator we hired got a little confused. Did you change your name recently?”

“Ah, yes. Well, that’s a long story, but I did operate under another name for a month or so. I met the investigator actually. She’s not all that subtle.”

Foster laughed. “Yeah, I know. She’s a friend, and she’s just getting started. She’s damn talented at computer hacking though. Not so much with tailing people, I guess.”

“Why were you looking for Chloe?” Denton asked.  

“This part of the conversation is a little delicate,” Foster said. “Please stop me if you need time to process what I’m saying.”  

“We’ve had a rough few weeks,” I said. “I doubt there’s much you could say that would cause me any problems right now.”

“Okay, I’ll get straight to the point. Your father was not the biological child of your grandparents.”

“Foster’s trying to say, your dad was adopted,” April clarified.  

“Oh,” I muttered. “That makes sense actually.”

“It does?” Foster asked.

“There was an issue with a kidney donation, but it doesn’t matter.”

“You okay?” Denton asked, taking hold of my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.  

I nodded. “My dad and my grandparents are all dead, so this is too late to affect my relationship with them. Not that it would have done so anyway.”

“Good,” Foster said. “I mean, it’s not good that they’re dead, obviously, I mean--”

“How about I do the talking?” April interrupted with a smile. “We were hired by your dad’s biological mother to track him down and make sure he got her assets. We spoke to your mom and apparently your dad left everything to you.”

“Yes, he’d had a fight with my mom when he wrote the will, so he left things to me just in case.”

“Okay, well with your father being deceased, that means everything will be left to you.”

“
Will
be?” Denton asked. “Does that mean…”

April nodded. “The lady in question--a Mrs. Doris Upton--is still alive and in relatively good health for her age.”  

“She’s a feisty one as well,” Foster added. “Still has an appetite for young men, judging by the way she looks at me.”

“Maybe she has cataracts,” Denton muttered.  

I slapped him on the arm, harder this time.  

“Doris would love to meet you,” April said, ignoring the two men. Or perhaps ‘boys’ would be a more apt description. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You’re getting the stock certificates either way.”

“I… I don’t know,” I said. “It’ll be strange to meet a new grandparent at this point.”

“It’s none of my business,” April said, “but I recommend you meet her. She is a great person, and I know it would mean the world to her. She was devastated when we told her about her son’s death.”

“You don’t have to,” Denton said, as he gave my hand another squeeze. “It’s up to you.”

“I’ll go,” I said. “I can tell her about Dad.”

“This also means you’re a quarter English,” Foster said. “Or is it an eighth? Or half? I’m not really sure how these things work.”

“Explains why you always drink tea,” Denton said.  

“So, you’d like me to set up a meeting?” April asked. I nodded again, more vigorously this time. I did want to meet her, and she deserved to know about Dad. “You’d have to fly to D.C.”

“I guess we can afford that,” I said, not at all sure we could.  

“I wouldn’t worry about money too much if I were you,” Foster said. "Doris is prepared to advance some of the stock she holds so you can sell it and bring in loads of cash if you want."  

“What stock?” Denton asked. “How much are we talking here.”  

Foster scribbled something down on a piece of paper and slid it across to me.  

“Seventy-two thousand dollars,” I exclaimed when I read the note.

“No,” Foster said, shaking his head. I knew it was too good to be true. “Seventy-two thousand shares of stock. That stock is currently worth about two hundred dollars per share. So you’re sitting on a small fortune.”

“How?” I exclaimed. I was utterly lost for words. It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to work out the total; $14,400,000. That wasn’t a small fortune. It was a huge one.

“Turns out one of the men Doris was… acquainted with, had quite the crush on her,” April explained. “He was also rich. He made her a gift of stock in what was then a relatively new company. She forgot all about it until it came time to make her will.”

“Is she living comfortably?” I asked. “She should use some of this money for her own care.”

Foster nodded. “We convinced her to upgrade her accommodation a few levels. She’s now living in luxury, and has hand-picked a couple of male nurses to wait on her every need.”  

I couldn’t get my head around what was happening, but Denton was still just about with it. He took the details from Foster and April, and we agreed to keep in touch.  

I had a new grandmother.  

I was rich.  

I was in love.  

Not a bad day really.