ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

  Ben put his hands under my dress and slid them up my thighs, grabbing my ass he lifted me up onto his island that separated his kitchen and living room. He opened my legs and pulled my lace panties aside. My juices were pooling between my folds and my clit was aching for his touch. He flicked my clit with his tongue, my head went back in pure bliss. His hand reaching up and roughly grabbing my breasts. His other hand busy working with his tongue.

  “Ben stop, stop. I don’t want to come yet. I want you inside me.”

  Ben lifted me off the island. Slipped my dress over my head and like a professional undid my bra with one hand. It fell to the floor. He stared for a moment and cupped my tits, leaning in to give each erect nipple a suck. He slid my panties off and lifted me onto the couch. He slid off his clothes and laid on top of me. His cock was thick and throbbed with desire.

  Teasing me he rubbed the head of his dick up and down my slit. I was bursting with pleasure. We didn’t talk protection. We didn’t think. We couldn’t think. The moment was so hot, our need so great for each other that he just plunged right into me. A rush of pleasure. Ben moaning, thrusting inside of me. My orgasm was building like a volcano about to erupt.

  Finally with exploding release I came. Ben getting very close and in complete control picked me up and bent me over the back of the couch. One knee on the couch and the other standing he expertly entered me, his dick pumping harder and harder. He yelled out my name as he filled me with his hot juices. We both collapsed on the couch. Laying there, catching our breaths.

  Ben was quiet, thoughtful, “We need to keep this quiet, May, just until you graduate then you can be mine.”

  I snuggled into him, “I know, I understand. I don’t want us to get into trouble.”

  Ben kissed me on the head, “It’s not me I’m worried about, I’d survive, and it’s you and your future career.”

  I nodded dreamily, for the first time in a long time I wasn’t thinking of my career. Just of Ben and the amazing things he had just done to my body.

  We carried on our affair until I graduated, this time using protection. Little did we know a life, Zoe, was already growing inside me. The result of one careless night of passion. One amazing and special night of passion. Ben and I made plans to announce our relationship once I graduated and restrictions on us dating by the university would be lifted. At the same time I helped Ben with his research into an amazing new report into fast fashion that would kick his career up from bad boy curiosity in the academic world to serious player. Our future was bright.

  All that changed when I realized I was pregnant. I was distressed at first. I felt so guilty thinking what terrible timing it was, with me trying to get my career going, with Ben’s paper about to launch.

  With our relationship still a secret and with a newness to it. I didn’t have to think long about it, this was a gift. I made some clear decisions. I cut off my relationship with Ben, telling him it had been a mistake and for his own sake he would be better off than having lingering questions about his conduct with grad students in the air while he launched his paper. I told him I had changed my mind on my career and wanted to retreat for a while to think it over. I told him I was thankful for all he had done for me. I didn't mean it to be forever, just for now.

  He was angry. That is all there is to say about that. I walked away from him, leaving him angry.

  *****

  Leaving Zoe with Natalie, my former college friend, I headed to Harwood University to confront destiny. I had seen the list of RSVP’s to the conference online and Ben’s was on it. So was mine. Good, I had thought, at least we were being mature about our past relationship and not avoiding each other.

  Arriving at the red brick campus I headed to the Hurst Conference Centre. Located at the back of campus among shady trees and winding paths the conference centre hosted it’s fair share of get-togethers, Harwood University punched above its weight, given its small size and out of the way location.

  Arriving at the entrance room I queued up behind an assorted line of guests to be checked off. You could pick the ones from the fashion and consumer industry from those in academia that was for sure. Where I fit these days I didn’t know. My essay had been non- academic, for a general magazine. I had written on how the world of fashion was being forced to get to grips with all kinds of body shapes and sizes, or risk going out of business due to not catering for an expansive enough audience.

  My article had caused something of a stir amongst the size restrictive fashion labels. It hadn’t hit the mainstream papers for a write around but I knew it had been forwarded in some circles that matter, along with an asterisk as to what had happened to me since I had been one of Ben Arbour’s star students, a question I was keen to avoid tonight.

  “May.”

  That voice. That man. Coming up right behind me. Ben. The father of my child. I would know that voice anywhere. I turned, swallowed hard. He looked good. Grey lightly pinstriped suit, open white shirt, no tie. You could never get him in a tie.

  “Ben,” my voice cracked in reply.

  He looked concerned, not the angry man I had thought he would be when I saw him again, and the angry man I had left behind.

  “You look well, I was hoping you would show up so I could check on you,” he replied with a long look at me.

  I blushed and smoothed my navy dress over my curvier body. Would he notice my post pregnancy shape, this man with the eye for detail?

  “Thank you, you too,” I replied and turned away, getting checked off by the woman at the desk taking names.

  Ben followed suit and kept up after me as I made my way to the find the name badges. May Callister, Author, mine read. I noticed mine was right next to Ben’s. Was life just throwing us together? Didn’t life realize what was at stake here? I sacrificed everything for Ben to be able to be here celebrating in the report he had launched which was, as predicated, making a name for him. Don’t ruin it now, fate, I cussed under my breath.

  Ben said, “What’s that, May?”

  I fixed my badge on me and turned to him, “Nothing, Ben. Nothing at all. It’s lovely to see you, congratulations on your report. Now if you excuse me I have to find my seat. The mystery speaker is going to start soon.”

  Ben grinned, “That mystery speaker would be me and the damn conference can wait. I need answers, May. You just left me; we were going to be great together. You never gave me a why and I think you owe me that.”

  I tried to hold a smile, tried to pretend everything was normal. That I didn’t have a six-month-old beautiful baby girl currently stashed at my friend's house, a secret baby to protect her Daddy’s career. I didn’t mean to keep her a secret forever, just for now, until things were right, until Ben was established. Then I would find a way to explain to him why I had done what I did. Perhaps the rebel in him would agree with me, with going against convention and being a secret mom for a while.

  “Ben,” I began just as a conference organizer strode up to him to tell him he was on.

  The organizer looked between us, sensing the tension and ignoring it and said, “Ben, you’re on in five minutes we need to mic you up.”

  Ben looked at the organizer and back to me, “No, sorry, I have other things to attend to. May I’m not going to let you out of my sight or get up on that stage until you give me one damn good reason why you left me after everything.”

  I looked at Ben as the organizer faded away back into the crowd, sensing conflict, and the room emptied as people went to their seats, and waiting for a speaker who may not come.

  “Because,” I said quietly, “because I got pregnant Ben.” I panicked.

  I turned and fled, bursting into tears and ripping my name badge off my dress, tearing a small hole just like the hole in my heart had torn bigger at seeing his handsome face demanding answers to what I did with his love.

  Ben chased after me, not caring for the roomful of people waiting to hear his wit and wisdom, “May,” he cried as I ran.

  He caught up to
me easily enough as I headed out to my car. An athletic man like Ben was no match for a post pregnancy woman like me, slowly and cumbersome in a new body. I stood by my car and he stood looking at me. The wind stood still and time stood still. Just my lover, my daughter's father, and I looking at each other.

  Ben spoke first and said, “Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t understand.”

  Tears rolled down my face as I replied, “It was for you.” A flash of pain across his face. I couldn’t tell if he was angry. He definitely was hurt.

  Ben nodded slowly letting this shocking information sink in. He took me in his arms and kissed me tenderly and looked me in the eyes, “We will figure this out.”

  I smiled from under my tears and took his hand. It felt warm and strong in mine, the finger slightly calloused, the hands of a man who gets out from behind the books and really uses them. My heart thudded softly in my chest.

  I said emotionally, “She’s beautiful. Her name is Zoe. It means life.”

  Ben’s face broke out into a grin, that sexy imperfect face of his. The one that back in the bar had entranced me to want to give myself to him, to be so caught up in the moment I didn’t think about protection or the potential life we were creating.

  I gestured to the conference centre, “Our speeches.”

  “I don’t think I can concentrate now after that bombshell. Can we go talk? I want to meet her.”

  “These speeches are important for both of our careers. As soon as we are finished we will go together to pick her up. Promise.”

  ******

  After a successful conference we walked out together. “She’s perfect Ben. She’s six months and has little toes and little fingers and I’ve spent the last six months wrapped up in her.”

  Ben grinned even more widely, “Let’s get out of here.”

  We drove over to Natalie’s and she made herself scarce while I gathered up Zoe and her many baby things and bag. Ben rushed for his baby girl and scooped her up out of Natalie’s spare crib and held her close, marveling at her still tiny face and perfect little nose.

  He looked up at me, a man in love. “Not here.”

  We drove over the ninety minutes back to my house with Zoe strapped into her baby seat, gurgling away as if she knew her mom and daddy were together in the front, reunited and coming together for her, and for themselves. Ben, of course, insisted on driving, being a man who hates to let someone else have control.

  I saw another Ben on that drive, a father. He drove 10 miles slower than when he had first driven me over to his apartment, driving then when he shouldn’t have given the whiskey. Now I had to encourage him to drive faster in case we were arrested.

  Pulling into my driveway he came around and opened my door and helped me out of the car carefully, like I was still a delicate pregnant woman, not a woman who had survived a fifteen hour labor alone. His concern for me first was touching. Ben carried Zoe inside in her baby carrier to my living room. He sat her carefully down on the rug and sprawled beside her. I sat down on the other side of the baby carrier and officially and joyfully introduced Ben to his daughter.

  “She’s sleeps well enough, but in the first three months she kept me awake constantly, cheeky thing.”

  “She gurgles all the time, like she has something to say but can’t just yet.”

  “She loves her tummy rubbed, here try.”

  Ben looked at me as if asking for permission to touch Zoe. I nodded encouragement and he reached a tentative large hand down onto Zoe’s little tummy. He rubbed it gently, in a circular motion with his long strong fingers, and Zoe looked at him and obliging let out a big gurgle as if saying ‘Hi, Daddy’ and smiled at him.

  We fell in love, all three of us. A family. There was no question about it. Ben loved Zoe and I loved Zoe and Ben and I loved each other. It was like we had never been apart and as if Zoe was a natural addition to our duo, now a three-part act.

  “Call me crazy,” Ben said, “but I think I’m in love with two girls at once.”

  I laughed and reached across Zoe’s to kiss him firmly on the mouth, “I might permit you to have another love, if it’s Zoe.”

  Ben grinned and kissed me again, “Two girls is enough in my life…for now.”

  He eyed my figure appreciatively, my post baby body curves and full breasts straining against my conservative navy dress.

  He said wistfully, “I wish I could have made love to you while you were pregnant, your body all full of our love and growing.”

  I looked down flushing. I had ached for him in the nights when my body was craving his touch and the pregnancy hormones driving me mad to be touched. Touched in secret places, in private places. Filled in every way.

  Ben left me with my thoughts for a moment and rubbed Zoe’s tummy, causing more gurgles to flow forth from our adorable little daughter. Seeing this man with his baby lifted my spirits. Lifted away the difficulties of concealing my pregnancy and being alone. Being a single mom and being shunned by some and judged online by the media and mommy wars. Of worrying I’d never been enough for Zoe.

  Ben kissed me again and Zoe began to fall to asleep, “Maybe we can practice baby making for number two?”

  I kissed him back and smiled, “This time I won’t run away.”

  Ben looked fierce for a moment and said, “You better not, I won’t let you. I’m not going to let you out of my sight. I’m going to get you with child again and get you so heavy with them you can’t move and have to stay home helping me with my research all day. No running away for you.”

  I laughed and kissed him again. I scooped Zoe up and got her ready for bed as Ben watched.

  ******

  My bedroom was similar to the rest of the house. Mellow yellow walls, wooden floors, and white furniture. Light and lovely. Ben looked masculine in contrast to the femininity of my room. Zoe had slept in a crib by my bed until just recently, when I had made the reluctant decision for her to take the next step into her own room. But right by mine.

  This time it was different though, my being in this room. I wasn’t alone. I worried about leaving her in her room and went back out to check on her again. Ben followed, eager to learn how to care for his new little girl. Assured Zoe was sleeping peacefully and safely in her crib we stole away back to my bedroom.

  We stood, facing each other. Ben removed my dress, leaving me in my panties and bra, vulnerable, “I want you,” he said.

  I moved my hands over his body and slipped his blazer off his strong shoulders, letting it drop on the floor. I didn’t care for the expensive garments that clothed his body, I wanted his body naked before me and now. Ben helped with his shirt. As I continued to move my hands over his chest up to his face.

  Ben pulled me in for a passionate kiss and with the same deft practiced hand he unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor where his shirt and blazer lay. I reached for his suit pants, for the hardness I could see outlined. His suit pants and belt fell to the floor and I knelt down with his cock in my hand. I licked the tip of it a few times, teasing, until I put my mouth over it and took in his whole length. Ben groaned putting his hand behind my head gently guiding me.

  I stood up, slid my panties off.

  Ben kissed me and took my hand and led me to the bed, laying me down. He began to slowly kiss every inch of my body, my face, my ears, and then my neck. Then down to my breasts with his mouth on my nipples, flicking and teasing. My breasts were round and heavy and Ben commented on the difference from the last time he saw them.

  Stroking my round breasts he said, “So different…so voluptuous, so sexy.”

  I smiled up at his handsome face and imperfect smile and replied, “A bonus, bigger boobs.”

  Ben moved his hand down my body to where my heat was emanating. His thumb began to rub my throbbing clit, he inserted a finger, then a second. I was so wet and ready for him.

  “I want you inside me.”

  Ben positioned himself above me so his cock was lined up with my opening. He gently ins
erted himself as I hoisted up my hips in pleasure wanting him to go deeper, filling me. He was thick, the pleasure was almost unbearable.

  “You’re so wet.”

  He leaned in and nibbled my bottom lip as he continued to pump his dick into me. Ecstasy was taking over. I moaned indicating I was close. Everything was aching for release. My pussy, my clit, I just wanted him harder and faster. Ben started pumping harder inching his way to release himself. In union we came. Breathing heavy and hard Ben fell on top of me. He kissed me sweetly.

  “I missed you so much. You have no idea.”

  Ben went quiet, and looked towards my open bedroom door towards where our daughter lay. I fell quiet too as we lay together and touched and melded our bodies. I had been thoughtless, perhaps, thinking Ben would put his career before his child. Insecure that I or we weren’t worth it to him. I had been wrong to keep Zoe a secret.