The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5

By: Jordan Silver

"I'm Wyatt."

"Yes I heard, you plan on releasing me anytime soon? I think they close this place in a couple hours."

I grinned at her and felt something inside me shift. It had been way too long since I’d had this with a woman, this feeling of lightness and just plain fun. There was no simpering, or coquettish looks. She wasn’t playing games and I was more than a little surprised to realize that neither was I. Oh boy.

"Are you always this mouthy?" She looked up at me and bit into her plump bottom lip. I wasn’t sure about the look that flashed into her eyes just then, but I was sure I didn’t like it. I let it slide for now, sure there will be time enough to get to the bottom of whatever that was later. As someone who’d been raised with love, light and laughter I wasn’t accustomed to seeing fear in a woman’s eyes, but I’m pretty sure that’s what I’d seen there.

"I don't know, I'm not accustomed to strange men plopping me down on their laps in public so it could be a direct result of that." Such an enigma! Even as she gave me tit for tat I could feel the tension in her. “Relax Traci girl you’re safe, promise.” I let my eyes fall to her lips but thought better of it. The little sample I’d had earlier told me I was going back for more but not here, not now. When I taste those babies again we’re gonna be joined in more ways than one, or at the very least I want my hands on that ass for round two.

I couldn’t resist nuzzling her neck though, finding it next to impossible not to be touching her in some way or another. I had a quick flashback to high school. That first blush of love, the heart pounding, pulse racing feeling you get when you know you’re about to see your girl. But high school lust had nothing on this shit. She did one of those toss and tilt things with her hair that sexy women everywhere have been doing for eons, and I felt that shit in my dick.

Damn she's something. Chad had rounded up her girls by now and the boys were dragging tables and chairs over to join with ours. She seemed to relax a little more with them here, which was good, because I didn’t have any plans on letting her up anytime soon. My hand had slipped a little lower on her hip but I still kept it clean even though the roundness of her ass tempted me to cop a feel.

Jace brought over a chair for her. Mr. Fucking Congenial. "Here you go..." The hard glare I gave him had him backtracking fast. I kicked the offending chair back across the room and she glowered at me.

"She stays." I looked into her eyes as I made that announcement.

"What am I a dog? First they're cattle and now I'm a canine? What's with you and animals anyway?” Oh yeah this one is gonna give my cock a workout if she brings even an ounce of that fire to the bedroom, or kitchen counter, or wherever the fuck I happen to take her down first. That was going to be up to her though. If that shade of innocence I saw hiding in her eyes was for real, we’d do the bed first, after that all bets are off.

I lowered my head to whisper in her ear. "I'm trying to be good here, but if you keep that lippy shit up you're gonna get more than you bargained for." I adjusted her body so she could feel my meaning. She didn’t bolt but her body locked and her nostrils flared before she got herself back under control.

When she finally peeped at me through her lashes, her yes widened and she turned beet red. Fuck, she's one of those Marie girls. That's what I call any woman I could take home to ma. There hasn't been one of those since high school. When she lowered her head and plucked at the hem of her dress nervously I all but fucking whined. There was such innocent sweetness in that move, something I hadn’t seen in a female in a long damn time.

Something in my gut loosened and swear to fuck I felt it, that something old timers talk about when telling tall tales about meeting ‘The one’. “Look at me.” I lifted her chin with my fingertip and for the longest time I stared at her and she stared back. I don’t know what the fuck she was thinking but I know what was going through my mind. I need to get the fuck out of here and fast.

I all but growled in frustration at the situation. This is pure bullshit. Sure she had a fine ass and the greatest pair of tits in the known world, and yes I’d love the chance to bury my face in all that hair that smelled like wildflowers in sunshine and reminded me of the best days of my youth, while pile driving my cock into the sweet heat between her thighs. But did a man have to lose his freedom for that shit?

Before I know it she'd have a damn noose around my neck, and life, as I know it, would be at an end. She had that look about her, that look you wanna see across the breakfast table every morning while two or three rugrats with your fucked up hair and her amazing face ran around like heathens. Fuck me.

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