The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(5)

By: Jordan Silver


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?

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