The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(10)

There hadn't been any time for dating and teenage hijinks, and I would   admit to being just a tad bit sheltered by an overprotective father   who'd seen too much pain and suffering with his wife to let his only   child out of his sight.

Maybe that's why even with all those TV shows I was still too green to   see the signs when they were in my face. But what about this, what about   the way my body seemed to recognize its mate? Was that real, or was it   just nothing more than a very strong attraction to a very handsome  man?

I turned on my side as my mind raced with my inner thoughts and my   stomach hurt. I kept seeing that amazing face and feeling his arms as   they went around me. He felt … safe. Like I could trust him to watch out   for me. His words were the kind every girl dreams of, and the way he   looks at me after just one night, makes me ache in secret places.

I tried to imagine letting go and giving in, what would that be like?   Would he keep all those promises his eyes made when they looked into   mine? Or would he turn into something else once he got what he wanted?   The girls had asked me what I felt and I'd been too afraid to say, but   had I-I would've told them about the wild racing of my pulse, the   tingling in my most secret places and most of all I would've told them   of the way my heart longed, for the first time in my life.

With one last sigh, I closed my eyes and gave in to sleep, feeling safe knowing he was out there.



Wyatt



"So what am I dealing with here Jace?" We were spread out across her   living room floor for the night and the girls had finally turned in.   What kinda danger is he?"

"Well what did she tell you about the situation?"

"Only that they went out once on what she thought was a study date   between friends and when he tried to turn it into something more   afterward she turned him down and that's when he got ugly."

"Ugly how, did he hit her?"

"No, he better not have, she didn't say that." I looked in the direction   of the bedroom with that new thought planted in my head. The thought  of  that even happening made me want to commit murder.

"Easy champ, how did she say he got ugly?"

"Well, she says he started with a few phone calls, then escalated to   showing up unexpected like he did tonight I guess, and making an ass of   himself. He pushed her around a little once, I guess that was ugly   enough come to think of it. It scared her but not enough to call the   cops."

"Well, until I look into this hump we won't know for sure, but he has   all the classic signs. It could be that after a little talking to he   might move on, but in some cases, and I don't mean to scare you so don't   go crazy on me, but sometimes it can get really bad before it gets   better."

"I thought so, I gotta do something." I wanted all the information now but there was no way to do that until tomorrow.

"Bro you just met her, are you sure you want the hassle?" Sometimes if   Chad wasn't my brother and if ma wouldn't go upside my head, I'd pound   him into dust. "Weren't you the one telling me not too long ago that she   seemed like a keeper, that I should go for it?"

The jackass grinned at me and flipped on the TV. "Just checking bro,   these things take commitment. All I'm saying is if you're not planning   to stick around with this one it might be better for her if you cut your   losses now." I was this close to killing my mother's son and realized   that my reaction only solidified what I'd been telling myself all   evening. I was all in, all the way gone. What a fucking con, how the   fuck does that work?

I laid back against the couch and closed my eyes, reliving the evening   from the first second I saw her. With the dim drone of the TV in the   background and the rustling sounds of the guys settling down for the   night, I was finally able to concentrate without interruption.

Chad was right. I needed to be sure that this was going to be more than a   wild fling. Everything in me said yes, I had no doubts whatsoever  about  that. The only thing now was how to go forward. She was the type  to  take things slow, I can tell. Me, not so much, she'd be lucky if I  gave  her a week before we fuck.         

     



 

I know me, and I know that the way she makes me feel, the way my dick   reacts to her, no way am I gonna last long. But because she was   vulnerable right now, she might require more care. My challenge is   working around that without making her feel rushed or uncomfortable.

Was I ready for that? A few hours ago, I would've said no, my mind   wouldn't even have gone there. But after seeing her, holding her,   tasting her, I knew that as unreal as it may seem, I was more than   willing to do whatever it takes. Already I could see her there with me   for all my triumphs, failures- life. I could see her as part of me the   way I never have anyone else before.

The true test for me was when I imagined her with someone else. I've   never felt such killing rage, not even in the ring. That was more than   enough for me to know. The fact that there was no doubt in my mind   pretty much sealed it.

I can't wait to get her home with me tomorrow, to see her and ma and how   the two women reacted to each other. I knew that ma would love her,   even though she'd had nothing but contempt for the women I'd been seen   with in the last few years since I became famous. Somehow I knew that   she'd fall for her as hard as I had. I fell asleep with a strange new   feeling in my chest and a lightness that had been missing for way too   long.





Chapter 5


Traci





"Cris, what the hell?" I brushed the offending fingers from my face as   she trailed them down my cheek. When she persisted and didn't answer, my   eyes flew open and met those bright blue orbs.

My scream was somewhere between a scalded cat and a mating coyote I'm   sure. His grin when I tried hiding under the covers was not appreciated.   "What are you doing in here?" He can't see me first thing in the   morning before I've had a chance to put my face on and get the disaster   that is my hair under control.

"Getting you out of bed, we have to get a move on Red." I peeped over   the covers at his smiling face. "What are you talking about, go where?"   Must he look so good in the damn morning? Actually he looked even  better  if that were possible.

"My mother is waiting for us to have breakfast." My eyes almost popped   out of my head. Is he nuts we just met the night before what was it with   me and attracting these nut jobs? "What are you talking about?" great   now I'm repeating myself.

"It's simple, today is Thanksgiving your girls already told me all you   had planned for the day was going out to a nice restaurant later. Trust   me, ma's spread is way better than anything you're gonna find in a five   star joint."

"I can't just show up at your mother's home, are you crazy, we just met   remember, what would she think of me?" I forgot all about trying to  hide  my bedhead. This argument was going to take all my concentration   because he'd already proven how stubborn he could be when it came to   getting his way.

"Of course you can, besides, your girls already accepted and it's not   good to make a bad first impression on your mother in law, so up and at   ‘em." He had the nerve to grin at me with his boyish charm. No doubt   that usually lets him get away with anything.

"Wyatt … "

"Say that again." He leaned over me in the bed and I clutched the sheets   closer to my neck as I looked up into his twinkling eyes. "What, say   what again?" There was a different quality in his voice just then,   something that sent warmth to my tummy and a thrill down my spine.

"My name, I like the way it sounds on your lips." He was serious.   "Wyatt." This time it came out as little more than a whisper and his   smile at my acquiescence was sweet, the look in his eyes full of heat   and promises.

I felt that place between my legs tingle and swallowed hard when his   nostrils flared and his eyes followed a trail down my body as if he   somehow knew. "Get out of the bed Traci. Wrap the sheet around you real   good first though because if I see what you're wearing under there,   neither of us might make it back to ma's anytime soon."

"You could always leave the room." I said it like a suggestion as my   body relaxed and I realized I was enjoying this little byplay with him.   I'd forgotten all about being afraid, the whole exchange left me  feeling  giddy. I was no longer concerned about how I might look first  thing in  the morning, fresh from sleep. He was already looking at me  like I was  his next meal so I couldn't be that bad.