The Champ: Bad Boys Book 5 (The Bad Boys) (17 page)

Jace was still at the station so I headed there instead of his place. “Oh great, I just got the video perfect timing.” We headed back to his office where he had set up to watch. Nothing was said as he hit play and we watched. I saw her come through the doors with ma and a horde of other women.

They were gabbing away at each other, most likely about whatever it was they’d just seen or heard at the seminar. I have to remember to ask what was up with their faces, neither of them seemed as spirited as the other women around them.

My eyes were peeled to the screen as I watched everyone around her and for some fucked up reason my heart started to pound in my chest. “There.” We watched the figure slightly bump into her and keep going, and then we saw her reaction not long after.

“Fuck his face is hidden.”

“It might be here, but now we know what he’s wearing, he might not have been that careful the whole time, that’s why we have different shots from other cameras. I started with this one because I figured he’d pull this stunt and I needed to know what he was wearing so we could pick him up in the crowd. Now we’ll go back a little before he struck and a little after if we have to. Somebody had to catch him on camera.”

Jace changed the disc and we watched from a different angle. For the next ten minutes or so we watched footage of people going about their night. We saw him a few times but he was always hidden. “Don’t show that shit again.” We’d reached the part where she got stuck but once was enough for me.

He fast forward and we watched as the hooded figure walked to the end of the sidewalk, still hidden, but then he turned and looked back. “Right there.” He paused on the shot of Carl under the streetlight, his face well lit.

“We got him. Now I can legally go after him.” He picked up the phone on his desk and called someone with instructions.

“Where are you going?”

“To find that fuck.”

“Wyatt, let me do my job, you’re only gonna get yourself in trouble with this idiot.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind? We’ve been waiting around for weeks and no one could get a bead on this guy. Now he just walks up to her on a busy sidewalk while she’s out with my mother and damn near kill her and you’re telling me to wait?”

“I understand your frustration, but we have to do this shit by the book. Arresting him is only half the battle it’s what happens in the courtroom that will decide his fate. We make one wrong move on this end and he can walk, I know what I’m doing.”

“Fine, you do what you have to, I’m going hunting.” I had all that I needed, not that I’d had any doubts. I had no idea where to start looking for this guy, but I couldn’t just stand around doing nothing while he was out there plotting. That look on his face as he’d looked back at her burned me the fuck up. Like he’d won, he was trying to kill her.

***

I spent the next few hours combing the streets looking for him. I went by his old address and drove around, went to all the places in the city I figured a cowardly rat would be after trying to kill someone, but nothing. Then it was time to go back to her, she’d be awake soon.

She was just making waking noises when I stepped into the room. All the day’s stress just seemed to melt away when I looked down at her. No matter what, she was alive and well. I’ll get my chance with that fuck, but for now this was enough, this is what mattered.

I stripped down to my ass and climbed under the mountain of covers I’d thrown over her to keep her warm in my absence. Pulling her little body into mine I started kissing her before she came fully awake. By the time she knew what was going on I had her on her back and was sliding home deep inside her.

We didn’t say anything to each other, no words were needed, we let our bodies do the talking as we moved against each other. Something had changed; this was new. Instead of the fiery lust that ruled me whenever I was in her, I now felt a slow burn. It came from my heart and into the place where we were joined.

I closed my eyes and let the beauty that was us wash over me. I’d come so close, too fucking close to losing her, losing this. “Is this too much? Tell me if it’s too much.”

“No, I want more.” She clutched at me with her little hands, pulling me harder into her, spreading her legs wider to take more of my cock.

I fused our mouths together as I stroked in and out of her belly, hitting her spot every time. She still made those pussy hurt noises even though I was taking it slow, but even those were welcomed. It meant she was alive, that we were together.

“Shh, I’ll ease out a little.” I couldn’t forget that her body had just been through trauma, so even though I like nothing better than burying my whole dick inside her, knocking into the walls of her pussy, I didn’t want to hurt her.

I lifted up on my arms to take my upper body weight off her while pinning her hips down with mine. I had to keep her legs open with my arms because she didn’t have the strength to do it on her own anymore. Pulling out I turned her to her side and got behind her before lifting her leg up over mine and sliding back in from behind.

I went even deeper this way and had to pull my strokes. Her pussy never stopped juicing as my cock leaked into her. We were both a mess with juices running down onto our thighs to the bed beneath us. I let my hand travel to her pussy so I could tease her swollen clit, bringing her closer to the edge.

When her cunt squeezed me in climax I lost it. Rolling her completely onto her stomach with her face buried in the pillow I pile drove into her pussy over and over no longer in control. I did my best not to inflict hurt, but my cock wasn’t about to relent.

I got one hand under her so I could hold her tummy while I fucked and the other went to her tit. I squeezed and fucked while she moaned beneath me, pushing her ass back hard, letting me know without words that she could take it. I bit into her neck in my favorite spot when I felt that tingling in my balls.

My roar was loud enough to shake the rafters when I released inside her. “Fuck.” I was done but my body wasn’t, I must’ve suffered five minutes of aftershock while her pussy squeezed and released around my meat with a stranglehold.

I didn’t want to let her go after so we just laid there though I had the presence of mind to roll us back onto our sides. “Did I hurt you baby?” I kissed her ear and hugged her tighter. “No it felt good, but my legs feel like jelly.” I could hear the smile in her voice and that band around my chest eased a little bit.

We kept our silence for the longest time, until our breathing went back to normal and I could think again. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you Traci, that will never happen again.” It all came flooding back then, the anger-the fear.

“It wasn’t your fault Wyatt, it was him wasn’t it?” Shit, I hadn’t told her, didn’t want her worrying about it, but it looked like she’d figured it out. “Yeah it was, they caught him on the security cameras. You’re not leaving this house again ‘til he’s caught.”

“Wyatt that’s silly, I have work and school…”

“You’re not going, call the judge talk to your professors do whatever it takes but you’re not leaving this fucking house until that asshole is off the street.” There was nothing she could say to change my mind and once she realized that after exhausting all her arguments, she gave me the cold treatment.

***

The cops were finally doing their job I guess it took attempted murder to get them off their ass. I was mad as hell at Jace and he knew it so he’d stopped trying to explain their fucked up protocol to me.

The wedding was in two days and then I was on the road again. That one was still giving me a hard time. When I wasn’t making love to her I was worrying about leaving her behind. She kept insisting she’d be fine and the men I’d hired were more than qualified to make that so, but I was still unsettled about it.

I’d had to give in and let her go back to her usual routine after the cops had failed to catch this guy, she couldn’t put her life on hold indefinitely, but I didn’t like it.

Xmas was a little more subdued than I was accustomed to, but I was still able to make my girl happy. She got a mountain of gifts from my family and I, the most exciting being the Jaguar I got her that she fought me tooth and nail about. I was waiting until the new-year to give her the Rover; I was sure she’d pitch another fit over that one as well.

“Your mom said we have to spend the night before the wedding apart, it’s bad luck or something…” We were catching our breath after another long fuck session. I think I was trying to get in as much fucking as possible before I had to leave her.

“That’s not gonna fucking happen, what else you got?” it was a running joke between us that every night after sex is shakedown hour. She waits until she thinks she’d blindsided me with the pussy to break out whatever hair-brained scheme she and her new partner in crime came up with that day.

“You’re not worried about breaking tradition?” She ran her fingers over my chest in circles, distracting the shit out of me. Another one of her tactics. I had to keep my mind sharp or who knows what the fuck she’d have me agreeing to next.

“Nope, we’ll start our own.”

“Fine but if anything goes wrong it’s all your fault.”

“I’m not worried.” I kissed her forehead and tapped her ass which my hand was never far from when we were unwinding like this. As she talked about the wedding and the party after, I was trying to figure out ways to break my contract so I could stay here with her.

I couldn’t understand why it was so hard to find this guy, why no one knew where he was. His friends when questioned had no idea that he was into the shit he was, everyone thought he was an easy-going guy who was trying to get a degree to get away from his family’s farm.

When I suggested I make a trip to have a talk with his folks Jace all but arrested my ass. No matter, if nothing shook loose soon, I was going to Indiana, the only reason I hadn’t thus far, is because it would mean leaving her. “What did you say?”

In her ramblings, she’d said something about the seminar she’d attended a few weeks ago. I’d never got around to asking her about that and she never brought it up ‘til now.

“I was just saying that Dr. Bruce would have a lot to say about your behavior. She kind of spoke on this at her seminar, you know, how men seem to think that the little lady needs them to fight her battles, that we’re too weak even with all the strides women have made in the last half century, that we’re still not taken seriously.”

“Really? What exactly did the good doctor say?”

“Are you getting upset?”

“Nope, just tell me what the woman had to say?”

“Well, she said that most men need women to play the weak role. That some women have to hide their intelligence, or portray themselves as weaker vessels so that the man in their life can feel stronger, or something like that.”

“That’s bullshit, I don’t need you to be weak for me to be strong. How the fuck would I leave a weak woman to watch over my kids when we do have them? Does this chick know what she’s saying? Sounds to me like she’s the one belittling women. I happen to have a very strong respect for my mom, having watched her raise my siblings and I, keep the family together, keep her husband happy and still maintain her own power as an individual. You can tell that twit for me I said get fucked and don’t bring that shit in our home again.”

“You see, I knew you were gonna get upset.”

“Damn straight, you’re not weak or helpless, you don’t need me or anyone else to fight for you, that’s not what this is about. But I am going to protect you because as your man that’s what the fuck I do. You’re my woman I’m not weak the fuck would I be doing with a weak woman? Don’t you get it? What the fuck is she teaching in that class anyway?”

I had a mind to go kick the doctor’s ass, the dumb fuck. Why the hell would anyone tell a roomful of women that if their men are being men and looking out for them that that makes them less than?

“A woman has her strengths and a man has his. I don’t care what the fuck that idiot says. If I’m not there, I expect you to be able to protect you and our kids, when I’m here that’s my deal. Whoever don’t like it can impale themselves on a serrated knife.”

“Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?”

“Why the hell are we talking about this shit anyway? I thought you were trying to work me over for one of your schemes? What is it? The night is almost gone and you haven’t tried your shit yet. It can’t have been the sleeping apart thing, that’s too easy, you and the one downstairs knew before you asked that that was a no-go, so what is it?”

She hemmed and hawed before letting me in on what was really on her mind. “Marie and I were talking and…”

“Uh-uh, stop right there, I don’t wanna know and the answer is no.”

“That’s not fair, you didn’t let me finish.”

“And I’m not going to.”

There was only way to shut her up and get her mind off whatever it was she was up to. “Hey I’m talking here…” I cut her off with my tongue in her mouth as I turned her onto her back. “Never mind I want you on your knees.”

I moved fast to get her in position and didn’t give her time to complain. A quick swipe of my fingers told me that she was still wet, but not quite enough. “Hold still.” I nibbled my way down her spine to the dimples that sat perfectly atop her ass just as I’d known they would be the first time I   saw her.