The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(2)

"Come on girlfriend, we're here to let loose and have some fun now show   me what you got." I wanted to protest one last time, but she gave me   that look that only a really good friend who knows your every high and   low can.         

     



 

In that one look I saw all the worry I'd given her and the rest of our   friends in the last few months. I knew that there was more to this than   just me dancing to impress some guy who I'd probably never meet. She   needed reassurance that her old friend was really healing and on her way   back to the person she used to be before …

I closed my thoughts off right there not willing to spoil the night for   everyone else and gave in to the inevitable. When this one gets like   this there's no putting her off anyway. "Fine Christine, but you have to   dance with me." I held onto her hand as we made our way to the far end   of the floor and felt the first stirrings of excitement since I'd  taken  my first peek at Mr. Sexy.

Of course the music got into my blood from the first treble and there   was no turning back. This song always gets to me and I wasn't too sure   that Christine the sneak hadn't put the DJ up to playing it. I threw my   head back by the second string and let the music take me away.

Christine, who wasn't much for dancing herself, let go of my hand but by   then I didn't care. It was just me the music and those killer blue  eyes  that had seemed to pierce me to my very soul in that one flash of  time.  The music grew louder as I moved my hips and hummed the tune  under my  breath.

I'd done this routine so many times before I could see each move behind   my lids before I made them. I won't lie and say I'd forgotten him  there,  but now it was all about feeling good. And I did feel good, for  the  first time in way too long.

I let all my angst and worries drift away as I enjoyed the moment. My   lovely friends stood back cheering me on while I made a fool of myself   in the middle of the dance floor. I smiled with my eyes closed as they   dared me to go for it. If I'd opened my eyes I might've lost some of my   bravado, but after the hell I'd been through I needed this, needed to   feel like myself again.

When I finally did open my eyes as I lost all shyness, I was alone.   Where only a few minutes ago there had been a few people swaying to the   music, now it seemed everybody else had stopped and moved to the edge  of  the dance floor to watch. It was the Traci Starr show. At least my  name  sounded about right for my new profession. I no longer cared  though; I  was free.

Before I knew it, my hands were in my hair lifting it off my neck and my   ass was on a slow roll. I felt eyes on me but the booze gave me that  ‘I  don't give a shit factor' and I was feeling no pain. Besides, my  girls  wouldn't let anything happen to me. And beyond all that, I needed  this.

Then I started dancing for him. I knew he was watching, his stare felt   different to all the others. And though I wasn't brave enough to turn   and look at him head on while shaking my ass, I let my body do the   talking. It was the boldest thing I'd done since I'd regained some of my   confidence. The realization that I never thought to feel this way  again  only spurred me on farther.

"Go Traci … " I could hear the whistles and yells of my crazy friends as   they clapped their hands and egged me on. And the shy introverted girl   who had never so much as spoken too loud in public let her hair down and   let the music take her away.





Chapter 2


Wyatt





"Well fuck, I'll give her diamonds. Hold my jacket Chad, this might get   ugly, I see the vultures swarming already." I passed my ridiculously   expensive jacket off to my brother and rolled up the sleeves of my   cashmere Black label sweater.

This wasn't my norm, for one thing I don't even know her, we hadn't met.   For another, since I'd gone pro I made it a point not to throw my arm   outside the ring because the fuckers were now insured. Add the fact  that  if I fucked somebody's shit up the law would throw the book at me   because my shits are lethal weapons. None of that mattered though when I   saw the intent of some of the bar's less than upstanding occupants.

It's a good thing I'd worn jeans and ass kickers. I couldn't have fought   as well in loafers and it looks like I'm going to have to kick some  ass  before the night was over. These good ole boys were raised on oats  and  steel and had heads like granite. I know; I've fought my share of  oxen  before I went pro and none of my challengers had anything on these   homegrown louts.

The first motherfucker to put hands on her was going down hard all the   same. That was all mine. I'll have a little talk with her about   advertising my shit in public just as soon as I've had her under me   maybe twice or three times. Women tend to get testy about the   overbearing male telling them what to do. I give a fuck about that. I   know if I find her ass so appealing that others will too as was obvious   by the fucking leers, I'm not down with that shit.

My dick was taking in the show and giving her the stamp of approval,   this was a good thing but I needed to seal the deal first before he got   out the gate. The throb was a little harder than it has ever been at   this point in the game, and I had to do a little shift and pat to keep   him down.

"Quiet boy we're gonna go get her." My dick could be a bit unruly when   he sees something he likes. The fuck was going crazier than usual   though, which is how I knew I was in trouble. I kinda got an inkling   when I found myself unable to look away, and had spent the last half an   hour silently willing her to look around so I could finally see what   face went with that amazing ass. That one look had only sucked me in   deeper.         

     



 

I sped up my pace and my laid back attitude was gone with the wind when I   got half way across the room to her. There seriously was a roomful of   assholes ogling her, no doubt salivating over her ass. I'll fuck them   all up if I have to.





Traci





I knew this was a bad idea. I saw the hairy behemoth making his way   towards me from the sidelines and prepared myself for an embarrassing   showdown. I quelled the fear that threatened to choke me even as my   limbs trembled and my palms began to sweat.

I'd already slowed my movements down to a slight sway as I thought of my   next move. It was obvious there was no way I was gonna be able to  avoid  this guy because he was coming in hard and fast.

When he smiled my stomach actually curdled. Now that could be because of   the alcohol I'd consumed, or from the yellow tinge of his teeth. I was   about to take flight having decided that I wasn't ready to deal with  any  kind of confrontation, not yet, I wasn't exactly back in fighting  form.  Too late, he was right there before I could make good my escape.

"Come here little darling." Just as he was about to reach his grubby paw   out to snag me, I felt myself being lifted up and back. I didn't have   time to react before I found myself turned against a broad, hard chest.  I  got a quick glimpse of topaz blue eyes before my lips were covered.

It's such a cliché, but I went up in flames. For a split second in time   everything went out of my head and all I felt was him. The room   disappeared, the sounds, sights and smells. There was nothing but the   feelings bombarding me and the hard body pressed so deliciously close to   mine.

A loud groan flowed from his lips to mine and entered my lungs. I didn't   understand the ‘fuck' he growled at me when he finally let me go, or   the possessive way he ran his eyes all over me. "Trouble." He ran his   eyes over me like he was staking some kind of claim.

My heart gave one big thump at that look, but that's all it had time for   before I was being passed off to someone behind him. I heard the   behemoth roar something but my mind was no longer there. I kind of know   how Alice felt when she fell down that damn hole. My lips were still   tingling when the room came back into focus.

What the hell? It was the guy from the table and his friends. They'd all   lined up behind him. The one he'd handed me off to had a tight grip on   my arm as he shielded my body between his and the guy next to him. The   only thought in my head was, ‘these guys are huge'. Not behemoth huge,   but they had to be at least six four or thereabouts.

"Take care of my woman Chad let me take care of this shit."

The big one he'd passed me off to, shoved me behind his back. I was   beginning to feel like a sack of potatoes. I looked around his shoulder   to see sexy eyes rolling his neck from side to side as he faced down  the  giant who had been coming after me.