The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5

By: Jordan Silver


That damn Christine, I knew I should've stayed home; how am I supposed to get out of this? No matter what he said he obviously thinks I'm something I'm not because I was out on that dance floor tramping it up. Crap.



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Wyatt



Wow, she's even hotter up close and personal. She had a wild mass of red hair that tumbled down around her shoulders to the middle of her back, green eyes that defied reason and a pair of plump tits that made my mouth water. I knew that ass was going to come with a complete package. On top of all that, she smelt fucking amazing and that mouth…

We were sizing each other up and I was willing to bet she was wondering the same thing I was. Just what the fuck was going on here? There’s no way I could be in this alone. No way I could be this attracted to someone this quickly without it being reciprocated.

She felt like she belonged right where she was, and when she gave me another one of those shy looks from beneath her lashes, once again I felt that stirring of something more than lust. What that something was I wasn’t sure, but I’d be a fool not to explore it, and that’s one thing I’ve never been.

I ran my finger down her cheek as I tapped in to my own emotions. Holding her eyes with mine, I tried to put some sort of meaning to the feelings that were there just beneath the surface. Out of my fucking depth, that’s what I felt.

I knew my body was on board but I couldn’t ignore that there something else at play here as well. And then there was her, the unknown, what was she feeling? What was she hoping for from the night ahead if anything?

She doesn’t strike me as the one night fuck type; no she has danger signals coming off her in waves. So far she had passed the test, she hadn’t pissed me off once with her mouth. I know she's scared, well maybe not scared exactly, but she's a little wary of me. I can feel it, sense it, but that hasn’t kept her from giving me that lip of hers.

It was kind of hard to get a peg on her though. I could see that she was struggling to hold back, keep herself away from me. Not my usual thing. Women are usually falling all over me, but this one doesn't seem to care that I'm the reigning UFC champ. I'm willing to bet she doesn't even know what that is.

Why that should make me smile and add warmth to my heart, I don't know, but it was a nice change. I guess I was finally growing tired of the way women have always treated me, even before I ever stepped foot in the ring.

I've never had a problem catching the ladies; they’d always made it way too easy for me. But since my fighting career took off it's gotten to where I can't even go to the supermarket without being mobbed. And let me tell you, chicks on the hunt are more vicious than any opponent I've ever faced on the mat.

As a young teen that shit had been right up my alley, in fact up until about roughly an hour ago I was still all for that shit; that would’ve been my game of choice. But it seems I find her particular brand of resistance more appealing than all the fawning and easy fucks.

"So tell me Red, what's your name?" I looked at her in such a way that left nothing to the imagination. I’m not sure she noticed but as close as I held her, I made sure she wasn’t sitting directly on my cock or the jig would be up before we even got started. She doesn’t strike me as the type to appreciate having my monster poking at her on our first meet, and having her this close had him ready to break loose.

"Hah, do you usually manhandle women you don't know?" She glared up at me from her perch on my lap. She'd started out holding her body stiff as a board, but in the last few minutes she'd relaxed enough to rest back against my chest. I guess that could have something to do with the way I kept running my finger soothingly up and down her arm, taming her with my touch.

I hadn't even been aware of doing that shit and that was a little unsettling. An hour ago, I would’ve sworn all I wanted from the short beauty with the magnificent ass was a quick hard fuck and a chance to get my hands on that ass. Now I’m not so sure, the game had already been changed way off course from my usual playbook.

Nothing about this was going quite how I imagined. By now I should be in a back room or bathroom stuffing her but good with my cock. But somehow I find myself relaxing and enjoying just having her close. Waiting for whatever sassy remark she’d throw at me next, and breathing in her scent.

Shit, that's not what I was after. That shit smacked of relationship bullshit and she still hadn’t answered me. If I was gonna lose my shit over this girl I should at least know her name.

I squeezed her waist and gave her a look. "Name pretty girl."

She pouted and looked away. "Traci."

She’s fucking adorable and she wasn’t fooling me. She might be a tad bit wary of the situation, but I know when a woman is attracted and this one was. She was just better at hiding it than most.

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