The Champ: Bad Boys Book 5 (The Bad Boys) (15 page)

“That’s my line. Say goodnight Red.” My relief at finding her safe and in one piece was tinged with anger.

“I’m not done yet run along now.” She was drunk off her ass and cruising for an ass whipping of monumental proportions. There were eyes on me but I didn’t care. So what if I ended up on the net or the late night news? I didn’t give a fuck. She lifted the martini glass to her lips and I damn near snatched the shit from her hand.

“How the hell were you planning on getting home after drinking all night?”

“Don’t be a jerk, we never go beyond the limit. Besides Cassie is the designated driver.”

“Good try but I know you drove here tonight and Cris’ car is outside.”

“Oh that, your dad is going to bring your mother by here to drive me back and he’s going to follow us home.”

“Ma was going to drive my car?” what the fuck is going on with the women in my life? I told that old woman more than once that she was under no circumstances to get behind the wheel of that damn car. “Is this the kinda shit I have to look forward to?” I was talking about her and ma’s sneak attacks but she took umbrage.

“Hey, I don’t see a ring on this finger big guy.” She waved her hand under my nose and her girls all but fell off their chairs laughing while the two jackasses that were supposed to be on my side snickered behind their hands.

A good hard glare was enough to straighten them out but there was no hope for the females. “What do you think girls, I don’t think I should marry someone who’s so bossy.” She pouted at me and did that shit with her hair that makes my dick hard.

“You’re drunk.” She’s cute as hell, and way too fuckable when she’s like this to be out in public. I pulled her up from her chair but she wasn’t done yet. She flopped back into her seat and held onto the sides. “Hey a lady never gets drunk.”

My ass. “Let’s go Red the celebration is over.”

“I’m not ready to go.” She looked ready to mutiny and I knew there was a battle of wills up ahead and I had no intentions on losing. Instead of arguing I lifted her from her seat being careful not to jostle her too much since she looked like she was ready to puke at the slightest provocation.

“Chad call your mother and tell her you’re driving the car back.” I’ll deal with her later; right now I had a squalling redhead on my hands. “Would you be still?” I smacked her ass to get her to pipe down and stop trying to bore holes in my back with her nails.

Jace was rounding up the other culprits to see them out and half the damn town was having a good laugh at this little pint sized doll giving me hell. It struck me as funny that I could take down men twice her size, but she had me by the short ones. Fucking women, it’s a damn con.

She fought me all the way out the door and into the car, hurling insults at my head all the while. “I’d pipe down if I were you, your ass is in enough trouble as it is.” She’s a mean drunk, her vocabulary deteriorated by the minute as she let me know in no uncertain terms just what she thought of my behavior.

I drove through the streets like a maniac trying to get her home because even if she’d forgotten or wasn’t taking this thing seriously, I was very aware of the danger she was in. Until Carl was behind bars I won’t breath easy and I had no way of knowing where the fuck he was in the darkening night.

I used my private entrance for the first time since I was a wayward teen and took her up the stairs, planting her ass on a chair so I could get her out of the killer heels she was trying to break her damn neck in. I got my first real look at her then and almost lost my shit.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

“What?” She looked down at the low cut almost see through top and way too short skirt.

“Take it off.” I all but pulled the shit off her and ripped them both in half.

“Hey I liked that outfit.”

“Too bad, I hope you took a picture.” I knew that wasn’t the way she dressed because I’d packed her shit. Yeah I’m one of those guys who watch what his woman wears, sue me. I have nothing against my girl dressing sexy, but I’m fucked if she’s gonna advertise my shit.

She flounced her ass around the room making noises about bossy overbearing men while looking in and out of drawers for who knows what while I just watched. “You’re an asshole.”

Oh-ho; crossed the line. “What are you doing you big lout? get off.” I snatched her little ass up and walked over to the bench at the end of the bed. I always wondered why the hell anyone would need one in the bedroom, now I know.

I pulled her over my knee. “You wanna act up this is what all bad little girls get.”

“Don’t you dare you big jerk.” She spat fire when she realized what I was about to do and I wrestled with her until she calmed down.

I gave her five good smacks on the ass to get her to settle the hell down. She didn’t make a peep and I was starting to feel guilty when I heard the first sniffle. I eased up on her hands that I’d been holding together in the small of her back and caught an elbow to the gut followed by a flying right hook. “Son of a bitch.

She jumped off my lap and tried to make a run for it, but not before throwing more insults over her shoulder at me. “Asshole-asshole-asshole.” I nabbed her at the bathroom door before she could slam it in my face and dragged her back over to the bench.

“Oh ho, I see you haven’t learned your lesson.”

“I’m going to spank that ass to remind you who’s boss, and then I’m going to fuck you hard from behind just in case you didn’t get the message. You say one more word to me it’s gonna go worse for you.” I knew that with that mouth of hers she won’t be able to hold her tongue and I was in the mood for a deep hard fuck after I heated her ass up. That’s what she gets for scaring the fuck outta me.

I brought my hand down hard on her plump ass flesh and watched it jiggle trying all the while to stifle my laughter at the words she threw at my head. She had quite the mouth on her this one and I’m guessing the alcohol gave her a little bit of liquid courage. At least she wasn’t sniffling anymore; no she was busy calling me every name in the book.

When I was done and her ass was hot to my touch I threw her on the bed and fell on her before she could get away. She pitched a fit and tried fighting me off but I held her hands down in front of her as I leaned over her back, bringing my cock just where I wanted it, nosing around at the mouth of her cunt.

I slapped her ass hard once more. “Be still.” She growled over her shoulder at me and I winked just to get her blood up. Before she could shake me off I slammed my cock into her hard and she screeched, more in outrage that I had won than from any pain.

“You gonna behave? Huh?” I slammed my cock into her after every word until she was scrambling to hold onto the sheets so that my thrusts didn’t knock her off the other side of the bed. “Damn this is some fine pussy, and so fucking pretty around my meat.”

She wasn’t yelling obscenities at me anymore, she was using all that pent up anger to fuck the shit out of my cock as I fucked into her hard and fast. I tried pulling my strokes when I almost fucked her head into the wall but my redheaded spitfire wasn’t having it. She pushed her ass higher in the air and arched deep, sucking my cock in and making it spit pre-cum deep inside her.

The pink of her pussy was glossy from her juices and mine, the sounds it made as I fucked was music to my ear. “I love the way your pussy looks from behind, so tight, so fucking hot.” I watched my cock slide in and out of her, her juices coating my cock with a beautiful froth, before I slid back into her pussy with my hand wrapped around her middle, pulling her back into my deep thrusts.

I teased her clit with my fingers until it was swollen and hot, all the while plowing my cock into her as hard as she could stand.

“Wyatt, please…” Her voice had that tinge of fear and uncertainty as her nails scratched the sheets and she mewled and keened loudly begging me with each breath to fuck harder. “Please what, tell me.”

“Please-please…” I gave her what she wanted, plowing my cock into her as hard as I could without hurting her. “You gonna mouth off at me again? Huh little girl?” she shook her head wildly while I purposely held my cock still against her g-spot, rubbing the leaking tip against the rubbery flesh deep inside her belly.

She choked out a scream and flooded my cock with sweet hot pussy juice, squeezing my cock until I started spewing inside her. I came so hard I went deaf dumb and blind before falling onto her, crushing her much smaller body beneath mine.

We were both out of breath, sweaty and suffering from aftershocks. “I love you.” I breathed the words out at her temple before rolling off of her. As I reached for her to pull her from the bed, she stopped me in my tracks.

“I love you too you big jerk.”

“What did you say?” I had to clear my throat to get the frog out. My heart was actually beating out of time. I wish there was a way to hold onto this moment, the first time my woman had given me those most precious of words. I knew one thing, if she felt even a modicum of what I did when hearing those words, I would say them to her every day for the rest of her life.

Shower forgotten, I fell back onto the bed with her and took her back into my arms. “You’ve made me very happy baby. Accepting my proposal doesn’t count because I pretty much didn’t give you a choice there, but this, this is-“ I broke the words off and showed her instead.

My cock not surprisingly had grown hard again. I slid inside of her with my hands in her hair holding her in place as I looked down into her eyes. “I love that you’re mine, you have no idea how much I fucking adore you.”

We stayed stuck to each other our mouths and hips moving in unison as I poured all the love I had inside into her. Our loving felt sweeter somehow, like two souls blended into one. There was no her, no me, there was just us.

I murmured words of praise to my beautiful girl hoping with everything in me that she could feel from my touch just what she meant to me.

Wyatt

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“Wyatt I don’t need self defense classes. I don’t have time for self- defense classes. I have a wedding to plan in like two days because the crazy person I decided to fall in love with is nutso. I have a study load that would choke a horse, and I have my internship. Hello, tell me where in there am I supposed to fit in this self defense class?”

I wasn’t paying her any damn attention. I was going to be leaving soon and t was killing me. I wasn’t happy about the circumstances, but I wasn’t willing to push the wedding back to a later date no matter what she and my nosy ass mother had to say.

In the last week and a half, I’ve had little to no peace with this one and the one downstairs. Women can make a mountain out of a molehill like nobody’s business. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. When the two of them kept bitching about how hard it was to get things just right for the wedding in such short notice, I made some suggestions that almost got my ass scalped.

I don’t see what was so wrong with a backyard wedding with close friends and some kind of catering job, but they didn’t see things the same way. I was accused of not having any respect for the hardships entailed by undertaking such a monumental job and when I was dumb enough to say ‘you’re damn straight, I just want my ring on your finger and your signature on the license.’ I was banned from the kitchen, which had become their war room.

Now I was trying to give myself a piece of mind by making sure she could take care of herself while I was gone and she was pitching one of her fits. “It’s either the classes or you don’t leave the house while I’m gone Red.” I didn’t have to look to know she was rolling her eyes at me.

“How do you plan on pulling that one off hotshot?”

“I can lock your ass in here and find a way to keep your partner in crime from getting in or getting you out.” Weak I know, but I’m sure I could find a way. “You ready?”

She folded her arms and glared at me. She hates exercise or anything to do with it, go figure, I’m damn near a fanatic. I had got her as far as putting on the workout clothes, which had been a trial in itself, but now she balked at going to the gym so I could show her some moves.

“You need me to carry you?” She grinned through her mad until I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and headed out. In an hour she was singing a different tune and trying to kick my ass. “Good job baby, see, I told you-you would like it.”

I’d shown her the basics after warming her up, now her ass wanted to overdo it. “I wanna do some more.”

“No that’s enough baby, you’re gonna hurt tomorrow as it is, I don’t want you overdoing it, besides you have somewhere to be don’t you?”

Of course she had to fight my ass on that one or she wouldn’t be Traci. Ma had signed them up for some motivational feminist shit that was bound to make my ass nuts, but they were both raving about this successful woman who went around the country giving speeches.

Dad was the designated driver for this little shindig because I had somewhere to be. Now that the time for her to leave was drawing near I didn’t feel too good about it, but knew if I said anything her and ma would tear into my ass so I kissed her goodbye with that bad feeling following me to my meet with my trainer.

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Traci

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“I hear she’s very good, my girlfriend in Phoenix went to her seminar last year and just raved and raved about her so I figured two sophisticated ladies such as ourselves might pick up some pointers seeing as how we’re in love with two of the last remaining cavemen in existence.”

“You’re telling me, I swear Wyatt was about to tell me about going tonight but he had the good sense to keep his lips zipped.” We both had a good laugh at that. “Good for you-you’ve got to put your foot down now or he’ll become a terror just like his father. That man still rides my ass about everything.”

I love that I could talk to her like this. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to turn into the monster I’d heard rumored all mother in laws were, but she’s been true this whole time and even seemed to get better the more time we spent together.

When my parents came out a week ago I was a nervous wreck, especially when Marie and Jack had insisted they stay at the house instead of the hotel they’d booked, but I needn’t have worried. My parents had been accepted with the same warm welcome I had.

There was no fighting over details about the wedding and I was beyond pleased when Marie so graciously took a step back and let my mom shine. Then of course there was all the hoopla over my ring. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear the man had added a bigger stone but he was keeping mum about that and who am I to complain?

It was a nice seminar, though I’m not sure I would agree with everything that was said, and I was sure Wyatt would have a fit if he heard half the things she had to say. “Oh dear I’m not sure about all that, maybe we shouldn’t tell the guys about what we heard here tonight.” Marie seemed to be in agreement.

We clasped arms and headed outside the building in the throng of other excited women who were leaving at the same time. Jack was supposed to pick us up right out front. It was a nice starry night, though a bit brisk and everyone was bundled up.

I got a weird feeling as soon as we stepped out into the night. One I hadn’t had in a long time, not since Wyatt had all but shanghaied me and moved me in with him. It took my mind to a place I’d convinced myself was in the past, Carl.

Jace hadn’t been able to locate him yet and I knew Wyatt was still a little pissed, but I had pretty much pushed it aside. Who had time with all that I had on my plate? But now standing there in the falling darkness, I suddenly felt vulnerable, exposed.

“Are you okay?” Marie tugged on my arm as my mind had wandered off in the middle of her conversation. “Yes-yes I am do you see Jack?” The fear was sudden and unexplainable. I knew there was no need for it with all these people around, but it was there all the same.

“He’ll be here, probably a lot of traffic heading this way.” I tried to find some solace in the bright holiday lights that were strung along the street and in the windows of the various storefronts, anything to get my mind off the things that were now plaguing me.

Someone bumped into me on the crowded sidewalk and I felt a sting in my side. I didn’t think anything of it, after all there were about fifty other people milling around out here. But then my arm went numb and my vision blurred. Had I not been holding onto Marie or her to me I would’ve fallen flat on my face.

“Traci, Traci can you hear me?” I heard her voice as if through a void just before I felt arms around me lifting me. “Jack I don’t know what happened, one minute she was fine and then she was falling.” There was so much worry in her voice and I struggled to answer, but couldn’t move my lips.

“I’ve got her Marie let’s get her out of here.” He placed me in the car as my head swam and I went in and out of consciousness. I tried to speak but my tongue felt heavy and my limbs were suddenly lax. “Wyatt…” It felt like I was screaming but the sound was barely above a whisper.

“We’ve called him sweetheart, he’s going to meet us at the hospital.” Hospital, I don’t want to go to the hospital. I just want to go home. Before I could make that point everything went dark.