The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(3)

For whatever reason the behemoth was not happy about being thwarted and   was making enough ruckus to wake the dead. The way he was carrying on   you'd think I was his long lost love. This was so embarrassing, now   everyone in the club was taking in the action. I wonder if I could slink   out of here without being noticed?

"Sic 'em Wyatt." I looked at the one he'd called Chad. Was he crazy?   That overgrown ape would crush Wyatt. Wyatt wasn't exactly scrawny, I   could see the cord of muscles in his arms, and I'd felt that chest, but   there was no way he was going to take that ape. That thing was a good   hundred pounds heavier than he was.

"Stop him, he's gonna get hurt."

He must've heard my hiss to his friend because he turned to me with a grin on his face.

"Worried about me are you?" He threw me a cocky wink over his shoulder.

I lowered my eyes and bit into my lip, what else was I supposed to do? I   don't know this guy other than that he's hot and he's been staring at   my ass all evening. Still, I didn't want him turned into minced meat   because of me.

I lifted my head and looked back at him, he still had his eyes on me,   and the look in them made me blush. He winked at me again before turning   back to what he was doing. Why were his friends just standing there   doing nothing? My fear was back tenfold.

"Don't take too long Wyatt, I came here to drink not clean up your road   kill." One of his friends called out to him before taking a sip from  his  beer, like this was just another day at the park. Giving no care to  the  fact that his friend was about to get the hell knocked out of him.

"Give me five Jace, he's at least ten pounds heavier than the last one."

"The last one?" What, did this guy go around fighting apes in bars?

"Yeah, Wyatt's the reigning UFC king."

I watched as he stared down the behemoth, who by this time, looked ready   to tear his head off with his bare hands. If I had any sense I would   make tracks and get the hell outta there, but I felt responsible for   what was about to happen to this poor guy and that amazingly beautiful   face. I almost whimpered at the injustice of it all.

My heart was beating a mile a minute, because no matter what his friends   said, there was no way he could fight that ruffian. My stomach churned   for a different reason now. I knew what it felt like to be on the   receiving end of an overgrown bully's wrath. I felt the old bitter fear   edge its way up my spine as the familiar taste of abject terror burned   in the back of my throat.         

     



 

This guy might be a fighting champ, and though I don't know much about   UFC or whatever they'd called it, I was pretty sure this wasn't going to   be a fair fight. I looked over at my friends who were taking in the   action like they were at the movies, before looking back towards   my-would-be protector.

He lowered his head and whispered something in the other man's ear. The   scowl that formed on Yeti's face promised dire retribution and he  puffed  up his chest and stepped closer to the Wyatt guy. My knees went  weak at  the menace on his face and the way he towered over sexy Wyatt.

Wyatt pushed ape-man back with one hand to the chest and actually moved   him backwards a step or two. That's when I started wringing my hands. I   knew I shouldn't have listened to Christine, that girl's been getting  me  into scrapes since the second grade. Now this poor guy was gonna get   the stuffing kicked out of him for coming to my rescue.

Old junkyard dog took a wide swing and then there was a flash of   movement and he was on the floor clutching his gut and his throat and   Wyatt was walking back towards us. My mouth was somewhere in the   vicinity of my chest and my mind was trying to process what I'd seen.

"What was that? What did he do?"

"Well little lady, that was a cross between Brazilian jujitsu,   kickboxing and Krav Maga. They're trying to come up with a name for it   but for now we just call it the Hunternator."

One of his friends, the tall skinny one, informed me of this. I didn't   have much time to process any of it because the next thing I knew, I was   being swung around and lifted up against that rock hard chest of   Wyatt's again, and his mouth was covering mine like long lost lovers.   When he deemed it fit to release my mouth he gave me this cheeky grin   that made me want to grin right along with him. I was quick enough to   restrain myself though, he was way too sure of himself.

"To the victor go the spoils." That's all he had to say before he carted   me off to his table. I looked over his shoulder at Cris and the rest  of  my girls who were grinning like fools. Couldn't they see the danger   here? I'm petrified of big manly men, the man is like twice my height   and size, he'd squash me like a bug. And all that power, I was way out   of my depth here.

I glared at Cris and the others telling them without words to come save   me but they seemed to think this was all fun and games, so I turned my   attention to my abductor instead. "I can walk you know." I didn't know   what else to say, what could I say? This was so beyond my norm as to be   unbelievable.

He took his seat and planted me firmly on his lap, not even out of   breath. If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't have believed he'd just been in   an altercation. "You straight Red?" Red, who's Red? Apparently my answer   wasn't necessary because he squeezed my side and picked up his beer.

I took stock of myself, this might be the one and only time I'd be up   close and personal with anything this hot but I knew I would have to put   an end to it soon.

He not only looked good he smelt like hot sin. It was the kind of scent   that made you want to run your nose along his neck and suck it all in.   His hand, I could feel the weight of it low on my hip and my skin  burned  beneath my clothes.

That close to him, instead of the fear I'd half expected, I somehow   felt-safe; something I hadn't felt in a long-long time. Just then he   turned those eyes on me again and I felt myself weakening. There were no   words spoken between us, just a shared look that conveyed so much.

He had this way about him that although we were total strangers, I felt   anything but. He was so matter of fact about it the way he was so   relaxed with me there, the way he just grabbed his beer and took a swig   before turning his attention back to me, as if it were something he'd   done a thousand times.

Those eyes of his were lethal. This close I could see little specks of   silver in his irises and his face was a work of art. If not for the hard   cut of his jaw you could almost call him beautiful. I wanted to trail   my finger down his perfectly formed nose to that top lip with the dent   in it. To feel him under my fingers.

My breathing accelerated as I studied him with what I was sure was   longing in my eyes. His nose flared as he looked back at me and I felt   his thigh stiffen under my butt. Oh boy! "You're gorgeous." He kept   hitting me with these little zingers and keeping me off kilter.

Before I could give in to the urge to cuddle closer, I resolved to put   an end to our little dance before I bit off more than I could chew.   Although he'd just saved me, I knew there was no way he could be   interested in me for anything more than an easy lay, and the way he kept   running his eyes all over me only enhanced that belief.

Like I said, guys who look like him are never interested in girls like   me, not for the right reasons anyway. I guess that's part of the curse   of having the body of a pinup doll. We're okay to bed but not marriage   material. At least that's what I've been told.

"I have to get back to my friends." My voice was squeaky and just this   side of wary, but at least I got the words past the sudden lump in my   throat.

"That's a no babe, if they want you they're gonna have to come over here. Chad, go get the girls." Excuse me?         

     



 

"Why do I always get the grunt work?"

"That's because you're my wingman bro, now stop bitching and go round them up."

"Round them up? They're not cattle." Shut up Traci you won't survive this one.

"Ooh she's a feisty one there Wyatt, you better watch out, I don't think   this one's gonna let you get away with your shit." His friend grinned   like an idiot as if it was the most natural thing in the world for his   pal to have a strange woman seated on his lap. For all I know that  could  be true.

"Not to worry Jace, I know just how to tame this little lady."

"You...tell me, this fighting thing you do, you get a lotta knocks to   the head?" He threw his head back and laughed. I guess I forgot to be   scared there for a second or I maybe wouldn't have sassed him, but even   his laugh sent a thrill through me. He stole another quick kiss before   picking up his drink for another sip.