The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(18)

"First off, that's not just my parents' home, that's our family home.   It's always been a given that my brother and I will be raising our   families there and maybe Lisa too according to what idiot she gets to   put up with her ass. You're the only woman who's ever slept there and   you're going to be the last. So it doesn't matter if it's tonight or a   hundred nights from now, that's going to be home."

"The bottom line, you're not going back there where he's already invaded   your space. You're not staying in a hotel because we don't know how   long it's gonna take for them to find this hump, and I'm not sleeping on   Cris' couch so I can keep an eye on you. That leaves my bed."



Traci



He says these things as if they're the most natural, as if I didn't just   turn his life upside down. Why wasn't he running hard in the opposite   direction? If he had any sense he would. "How can you be so sure of   everything? Why do you keep insisting that we're meant to be together?" I   couldn't resist asking one last time. Each time I convince myself that   maybe he's right, maybe I should just go with it, that fear creeps in   and threatens to choke me.

"One of us has to have our head on straight. Look let's get this shit   over with once and for all so you don't have to keep asking me the same   thing, because the answer's not going to change. You don't strike me as   the type to sleep around and make no mistake about it we're fucking."

"Ah, I can't believe you just said that."

"It's the truth and since playing nice doesn't seem to get through to   you, I'm giving it to you straight. As I was saying, I took one look at   you and knew. If you need more time to think so be it, but you'll be   doing that thinking from my home, my bed."         

     



 

"I'm not really into self depravation, and I can't see me going out   hunting down pussy elsewhere when the future mother of my children is   already in my life. You get where I'm coming from?"

Not really, but was there really any point in arguing? His mom had   already warned me about the men in the family and their penchant for   going after what they want, letting nothing stand in their way. I kinda   know what she meant, because this one was part bulldozer it seems.

"This is too much, try to understand where I'm coming from. Like you   said, I don't sleep around, and I'm not in the habit of picking up   strange men in bars … " He interrupted me before I could go on with my   growing list of fears and uncertainties.

"You didn't pick me sweetheart, I chose you. Tell me honestly now, are   you not even a little bit attracted? And before you answer, remember   what happened in our bed not too long ago."

My face went up in flames as it has been doing ever since I met him. He   sure knows how to get under my skin. If it's not with a look, then it's   his mouth or just his closeness.

"I didn't say I wasn't attracted, but you don't just run off and marry   everyone you find yourself attracted to. What if it doesn't work out,   what then, what if there's all this build up in your mind and the   reality is something else entirely?"

"You have a tail or something hidden under there?" He looked down at me lap making me blush.

"Don't be silly, of course not."

"Well what deep dark secrets are you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything I'm just saying."

"Look, I might've given you a break up until you came alive under me   this morning. Before that I had already been hooked, but the way you   reacted to me-baby, you cannot give a man that much of yourself and try   holding back after. Not gonna work, not with me anyway. We're here,  give  me the key."

He held his hand out while I sat there in a quandary. Was this real,   could this really be happening? When mom was ill one of the things she   kept telling me over and over was to grab hold of happiness because life   was so fleeting.

She and dad had shared a beautiful love story, one that she dreamed of   for her only daughter. Something had happened, maybe it was watching her   suffer, watching my dad go through what he did, I don't know what? But   somewhere along the way I had stopped believing in fairytales. For the   first time in forever, I wanted to, because he made it seem so  possible.

"Let go baby, you don't have to do anything I'll do it all. If we fail   it's on me, but I have no intentions on failing. I know with every fiber   in my being that you're going to be next to me when I'm ninety." Not   even a hint of doubt in that voice, and his eyes when I look at him, so   full of love and promise and something more. That heat that I'd felt   this morning under him, would I ever find that with anyone else? I doubt   it.

"Promise me Wyatt." My heart was racing out of my chest. I think I'd   known from the moment he pulled me down on his lap. As unorthodox as it   was, I had shared more with this man in the last two days than I had   with anyone else ever. I know what my heart wanted it wanted him. He   asked if I was attracted, that didn't even begin to describe what I felt   for him, it was so much more. But logic said it was too fast.

It was the knowledge that he wouldn't stop that made up my mind. The way   he seemed willing to move all obstacles to get what he wants-and what   he wants is me. This was nothing like Carl, his attention I did want.   Did it really make sense to keep fighting it because of some old   fashioned ideal of what falling in love should be?

I didn't have much to go on just what he'd shown me of himself thus far.   I rewound the last two days in my head and could find no fault in him   whatsoever, and though that in itself should be reason for pause, I   wanted so badly to give in. It was time to stop thinking about   everything else but what I felt, what I wanted, and I think I knew what   that was, had known since that first kiss on that dance floor.

"Promise me Wyatt."

"What baby, anything."

"Promise me that you won't break my heart." The words came out in a   broken whisper because I was a little embarrassed by what I'd said. But   his reaction more than made up for it. He unhooked both our seatbelts   and pulled me into his arms. "Never, I'll never give you reason to doubt   my love for you."

He pulled back and looked into my eyes, and I might be being a bit   fanciful but I could've sworn his weren't as dry as they had been. "I'm   going to make you so fucking happy baby you wait and see." I could only   nod my head, too choked up for words.

I didn't try to stop him from kissing me right there in a parked car in   front of my stalwart boss' building. Instead I gave in to the passion,   enjoyed the feel of his powerful arms as they held me like they'd never   let go. This was love, if not what was? What more could I feel that I   wasn't now, or hadn't felt in the last few days and nights with him?         

     



 

He finally let me up for air and my eyes went straight to his lap where I   could feel his hardness poking into the side of my leg. "Don't look at   him baby, he's having a hard enough time behaving with you being so   near." I'm sure my face was the color of flames but the grin I gave him   came from my heart. This felt right.

I started to get out the car when a sudden thought hit. "Wait, I just   remembered, I have a lease I can't break it." Now I was the one feeling   disappointed.

"Yes you can, you're not going back there, is your landlord on site?"

"Yes his name is Jim Magee, he's very strict about these things though."

"Leave it to me, how much longer do you have on your lease?"

"Six months."

"I'll buy it out if I have to but we shouldn't have to."

"I can't let you do that."

"Forget it."

He didn't even let me finish my argument, just climbed out his side and   came around to mine to let me out after stealing one last kiss as he   leaned in the open door. By the time he lifted his head away from mine I   was almost tempted to tell him turn us around and go back so we could   finish what we started earlier in his bed. Only the lingering vestiges   of my upbringing kept me from uttering the scandalous suggestion.





Chapter 7


Wyatt





I took her into the building after she gave me the keys to her place.   She'd given me a look at the end there before I helped her out of the   car, that if my interpretation was right, meant I wasn't going to have   to wait much longer to get inside her. Not that there was ever any   danger of that, not after the way she'd come alive under me. "Soon." Her   blush told me I was right.