The Champ: Bad Boys Book 5 (The Bad Boys) (21 page)

“You see, that goes to show, you’re not very good, even that you botched. No, the docs told me it wasn’t much to worry about. If she’d had something to eat she wouldn’t even have reacted to whatever it was you pricked her with.”

“That’s a lie, I put more than enough succinylcholine in there to kill her if I wanted to.” Fucking dead man.

“Is that what you did to these other women that you keep babbling about? That the only way you could get them to notice you?”

“They noticed me alright, they’d come into the store and give me the signal. Then when I visited them at night to give them what they wanted, what they were begging for, they’d change.” His brand of crazy was showing again, too bad I didn’t give a fuck if he was nuts or not, that’s not a fucking excuse to terrorize the general public with his shit. Besides, I ain’t no shrink, so if he’s looking for sympathy from me he’s got the wrong one.

I was almost there, just needed one more confession and I was done. “So what did you do when they changed, did you stalk them like you did my wife?” The look he gave me was meant to convey everything he wished he could do to me in that moment. Too bad I’m not a sleeping woman whose defenses are down.

“No, but I got one of them.” His eyes got that light in it again as he went on to tell me about the attack on the girl he’d left for dead. According to Jace that was the first sign of his escalation into the depraved fuck I saw standing before me.

Just to fuck with him I pulled the recorder from my pocket and held it up as I turned it off. “Thanks for the confession, the Indiana police as well as the locals should have enough to put you away for a good long while.” I knew that would be the thing to set him off. As much as I wanted to pound him into dust, he had to make the first move. After all, the odds were already stacked against him.

I’d given this a lot of thought, if I went after him first, some lawyer could sue me and win because of who I am. But if I gave him first strike, I could pound this fucker into dust and not have to worry about shit.

As I expected he rushed me and I let him, but he was no match for me. All the anger and frustration that had been building was given free rein when I grabbed him by his neck and lifted him off the floor. I flicked him off and into the wall without much effort. He was no match for me on a bad day but I didn’t feel bad about what I was about to do to him.

Each time he came at me I knocked him back, playing with him like a toy while systematically inflicting blows that I knew would cause him pain in about five minutes. “No wonder you had to stalk and terrorize women, you’re nothing but a weak little bitch.”

His loud roar didn’t phase me, and neither did his swing, he had yet to connect, but I had to let him get one in to make it look good. I walked into his next swing because there was no way I was gonna let him think he got one by me. “I’ll give you that one, that ought to do it.”

“Do what?” He wiped the blood from his lip as he thought of his next move. I slapped him across the face to be insulting and he became more enraged, just the reaction I wanted. The next time he came at me I was through playing games. I sidelined him across the throat all but crushing his larynx before taking him to the ground. While he was trying to find his breath and his ass I dragged him across the room to the box he’d been preparing for my wife.

“This is for my wife.”

“What’re you doing? No stop it.” He fought like hell not to be placed in the confined space that was about two feet too short. I wrapped my arm around his neck until he was barely conscious and forced him in before slamming the lid shut.

“I hope you made these holes big enough otherwise you won’t make it.” I left him there screaming bloody murder. I wasn’t pleased with the way this thing played out, but in the end it was the best thing for everyone. I’d studied the laws and had a long talk with the judge about what we could expect, and was satisfied with the time he would get if the D.A. did his damn job.

***

I made my way back to the house where I took a quick hot shower to get rid of the stench of the last hour and a half. My wife was still asleep in our bed as I stood over her and watched with my mind at peace. Now that I knew she was safe, I could go do what I had to without worry.

“Wyatt?”

“Yeah baby, I need you.” I climbed into bed with her and folded her into my arms. “I love you Wyatt.” She must’ve been having a good dream because it’s like pulling teeth to get those words out of her, which for some reason makes them all the more special.

Pulling back, I looked down at her with love and hope in my own eyes. “I love you more baby don’t ever forget that.” When I kissed her there was no rush, no hurried movements. There was only love and need. I touched her with gentle hands, whispered words of praise and gratitude all the while peeling her out of the dick-tormenting contraption she had pulled on after sex earlier.

There were still traces of my scent on her as I ran my nose down between her breasts, sipping at her nipples until they became hard pebbles of need. When she started to rev up, her thighs moving feverishly against the sheets, I licked my way down her middle to the prize. “Open.”

Her legs fell open at my words, revealing the sweet dew of her pussy. “I love playing with you like this.” I wet my finger in my mouth before running it down her slit from her clit and back. Holding her eyes with mine I teased her. “Tell me what you want baby.”

“Your mouth.” She was getting better at stating her needs in bed, but her face still went up in flames. “Where?” She pointed to her pussy shyly and I lowered my head and took in her scent before giving her my tongue. I teased her clit with just the tip as I let my finger slide in and out of her.

Letting my finger slip out of her I replaced it with my tongue. My eyes closed in ecstasy as her taste flowed into me. “Sweet.” I licked into her while pressing up and down on her clit until she came on my tongue, begging me for release.

“Now Wyatt, now.” She tugged on my ears until I pulled my tongue out of her body and nipped and licked my way back up her middle. “Taste yourself.” She accepted my tongue into her mouth and growled in her throat as we shared a wild uninhibited kiss.

My cock was hard and leaking as I slid into her heat. “Right there baby.” There’s a sweet spot inside her pussy that grips my cock like a vise and locks down. It makes her just as crazy as it does me, and we were both soon moving against each other wildly, grunting and moaning into each other’s mouths.

Her nails dug into my ass driving me to pound harder into her as I lifted her legs around my waist and drilled her into the mattress over and over again. I saw in my mind’s eye her belly swollen with my seed. The vision shocked the shit out of me for all of five seconds before a calming warmth enveloped my chest.

Pulling back, I knew what I had to do. I worked my cock in and out of her slowly at first and on the last thrust slammed into her cervix. Her mouth fell open on a silent scream and I pulled her into me hard with my lips pressed to her ear.

“I’m going to cum inside your womb. When I leave here, I want to leave you with a part of me that will never be gone.” The words sent her over the edge. She knew what I was saying, knew I was talking about planting my son or daughter inside her; a reminder of me; of our love, forever.

The thought once planted took root and suddenly it was the most important thing for me to do. I knew I was running out of time, knew that I would be leaving in a few short days. “Not enough time.” I grunted the words over and over as I lost myself deep inside her, spilling my seed in her womb where I hoped it would take root. “Please.” I don’t know what I was begging for, but I knew what I wanted. I wanted the vision.

Wyatt

***

“Traci, come get your damn kids will ya?” The little shits grinned at me with chocolate milk mustaches and sticky hands. “Dada.” My little angel lifted her arms up for me and I couldn’t resist snatching her up, mess and all.

My heart melted down to my toes when she looked at me with her mother’s eyes. Her brothers were still trying to kill each other on the play mat I’d got them against my wife’s wishes. She thought the little pre-convicts were too wild as it is, but I figured this way the mat would cushion some of the falls and thumps they were fond of inflicting on each other.

“What were you up to little girl?” Willow is two going on twenty and can get up to more shit than both boys combined. The twins are three and a half and always getting up to some shit that their mom is always blaming me for. I just take it all in stride.

The princess of everything Hunter started gabbing away at me about who knows what, probably complaining about her brothers again, that’s her favorite pastime. “They did-did they?” I had no idea what the fuck she was saying but she tends to get testy if you don’t play along.

I looked around my workout room at the carnage and just sucked it up. They had their own playroom, but by the time they were two the boys refused to play anywhere but in here and this one followed when she was old enough to move.

If it wasn’t them tearing up my shit, it was the damn dog. Fucking ma never let me have a pet, swore she had allergies, but her grandkids wanted dogs and suddenly she’s cured, lying ass.

“I’m busy Wyatt, can’t you keep them out of trouble for one more hour?” She waddled her sneaky ass into the room and gave me that look she knew would get me to do her bidding. “That wasn’t the deal counselor. My time’s up, I have to do my routine unless you want to watch your husband get embarrassed on national television.”

She has no respect for my fighting skills. In fact, she’s always trying to get me to quit. The one time I took myself out of the running, she lasted three months before she was begging me to get out of her hair. That could be because her pussy paid the price. I had to find some way to expend all that energy, that’s how she ended up with three kids one year apart and one more on the way.

“Fine, let me have her, it’s almost their bedtime anyway.” She took the baby and I rounded up the twins who thought it was a good idea to climb their dad for fun. I forgot all about my workout once we got them into the tub and the games begun.

Since Trace was rivaling Orca for size it was up to me to give them their bath at night and this shit always turned into a freak show. By the time we were done there was water everywhere and half a million toys had made their way out of the tub and onto the floor.

We put the tyrants to bed after their grandparents had spent some time getting them riled up with their shit before leaving me, and their mother to get them settled again.

Griping aside I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Life has gone beyond my wildest expectations and it was all because of the amazing woman I’d been so lucky to find that winter night four and a half years ago.

After we’d dealt with the stalker fuck, life had settled down as much as it can with a hotheaded redhead who paired up with a nosy ass mother in law that was always in my shit.

I’d left Carl the fuck in that box for twenty-four hours which is less time that I’m sure he had planned for my wife, and then I’d called Jace and told him where to find the fuck. He piped the fuck down about breaking laws and other bullshit once I produced the taped confession.

The fuck didn’t stand a chance in the end. I used all my influence; called in every favor to get the book thrown at him so he didn’t end up in some psych ward somewhere, fuck that. He was sent away for a long fucking time. And since his reign of terror had crossed state lines the feds were only too happy to put their bid in for their piece of flesh.

As it stood we wouldn’t have to worry about him for at least another thirty years. The attempted murder had carried the most weight there and the fact that he’d been caught in the middle of plotting an-abduction only tacked on the years.

Whatever, we don’t think or talk about him in our home anymore, we had more important things to do. “What do you got going on tonight counselor?” Since she’d graduated top of her class and had been vetted by some of the top firms in the country, she was cruising along in her career of choice.

The girl who never thought to have anything more than that career was now doing it all. Wife, mother, and kick ass attorney. Because of her own experience she’d gone with the D.A.’s office, which if you ask me those fucks could do with all the help they can get. But everyone knew she could’ve gone with a big firm and made ten times what she makes now.

“I still have this deposition to go over.”

“How many times you been over it already?”

“Three.”

“That’s enough.” I picked her laughing ass up and headed for our bed. I was home for at least another month before I had to leave out again. Even though I’d cut back on the unnecessary meets since the babies came, as the reigning champ I was still gone more than I liked. Luckily I was able to carry them with me sometimes, granted my wife wasn’t working on the crime of the century.

I’d only been home for two days and already I was dreading leaving. It’s always like this whenever I see them again after an absence; I never want to leave them. But my wife in her great understanding have come to the conclusion that if I gave up the ring now I’d be miserable, so we’ve found a happy medium.

I got her in bed and cautioned myself to go slow and get her ready to take me before fucking into her like a maniac the way I always want to. I worked my magic on her, moving fast and teasing her to distraction until she was ready to kick my ass for her dick fix.

“Wyatt you started this now get to it.” Testy! She was right though, there was no telling if Willow would fret in her little bed and need comforting, so there was no time to waste. Kids out-beat nosy ass mothers for cock blocking status.

I ran my hand over the hard mound of her tummy where my kid slept. I’d thought I loved her body when we first met, but nothing compares to what her pregnant ass does to me. I don’t know what it is, but seeing her ripening with my seed leaves me hard twenty-four seven, and when she’s as far gone as she is now, when there’s a chance that the baby could come any day now, the lust only grows that much more.

Right now I wasn’t thinking about her giving birth though, I had her lined up to take my cock in deep. For some reason she likes me to fuck her hard when she’s like this, well bred. “You ready greedy?” She nodded her head and looked over her shoulder at me with that look in her eyes. I let my cock tease her pussy lips while holding her cunt open with my fingers.

Her pussy, even after giving birth to three babies, was still petal pink, and my cock head still looked monstrous next to it. I eased just the tip in her and reached around for her clit before feeding her more dick. “Yeah look at that pussy take me.”

“Wyatt you know what I want; stop playing.” I ignored her begging ass and kept up my slow glide into her, making sure not to go too deep. Eleven inches was the cut off when she was this far along and that was pushing it. The doc had said it should be okay but what the fuck does she know? Her ass isn’t married and her attitude said she wasn’t getting any dick anywhere, miserable fuck.

I kept one hand on my kid and the other on her ass as I fucked steadily into her. The baby moved against my hand and stopped me cold. The last time that shit happened we ended up in a mad rush to the hospital. “Babe, you been feeling anything today, like maybe this kid wants out now?”

“No keep going.” She pushed back and spread a little wider. There was no use in telling her to take it easy because her pussy’s heat told me what kind of mood she was in; she wanted to fuck. Hormones ruled the day.

Pretty soon I was lost in her, the feel, touch and scent that was all Traci. In the years we’ve been together I’ve never once doubted my love for her, never regretted taking the plunge just moments after meeting her. This, the way she makes me feel, the joy she’s brought to my life, my kids, everything, is sometimes more than my poor man’s heart can take.

Leaning over her back as the love welled up inside I went too deep too soon. That was all it took to send her into orbit and have her screaming for me. Which I had to cut off with a hand over her mouth before her pain in the ass kids started their shit.

Her body shook in climax, setting off a chain reaction and I was soon following her into ecstasy. Cum leaked out around my cock as I held still, giving us both time to come down. “Uh-oh.” She pulled off my cock like her ass was on fire.

“What uh-oh, uh-oh what?” I knew before she even said it what was gonna come out of her mouth. I told her ass to calm down but no she had to move her ass wilder with her greedy ass. “No don’t do that, come ‘ere.” I pulled her into my arms when she started to tear up.

It was always the same, and thank heaven I was home each time to hold her through it. “It’s going to be okay baby, it’s going to be okay. We’ve got everything all prepared, I’ll call ma and the hospital and…and.” Shit her parents weren’t coming for another few days. Damn kids never came when they were supposed to.

I left her on the bed for as long as she would let me, which was long enough to grab the in-house phone. “Ma it’s time get dad, call Cris and the others.” I hung up and went into action.

Because my wife and mother were paranoid nuts, there was no one to call to watch the kids so I had to get them out of bed and bundle them up to take them out into the night. There’ll be enough bodies there to watch over them while I took care of my wife so I wasn’t worried. And because my parents were the amazing people they are, I could stay focused.

Dad was soon there to help me get the kids out as ma helped me gather up what was needed for the hospital. I had to call my people to make sure there were no unwanted camera-toting assholes at the hospital. I’ve had to threaten more than one dumb fuck over the years to keep them out of our lives, but they could be vicious when it comes to things like this.

The hospital was like a madhouse with our family and friends, and hopefully no one noticed that even though this was my third time at bat I was still fuck scared.

The nurse was all chatty and way too fucking chirpy for the occasion. “Here we are Mrs. Hunter, we’ve got you all hooked up and everything looks just fine. The doctor will be in soon, just buzz if you need anything.”

“Where’re you going? You can’t leave her like this.” She wasn’t exactly screaming yet but I knew it was only a matter of time. I remember that shit, and no way she was going through that again. “It’s okay Mr. Hunter, your wife is in good hands there’s no need to panic.”

Easy for her to say, she’s not the one who has to watch a loved one try to pass a watermelon through a hole the size of a fucking grape. “She’s in pain no fucking way we’re not doing that again. Shouldn’t you people have something to combat that shit? How many years women been going through this fuckery and nobody can come up with a solution?”

“Come on son, let’s let this young lady do her job.” Dad clapped me on the shoulder but it was hard to miss the smirk in his voice. Everyone always thought it was fun to watch me unravel but they had no idea what this shit was like. If I could take her place I would in a heartbeat, I hated seeing her go through this shit, but I love making babies with her, so what the fuck!

Ma came in to spot me but I wasn’t going anywhere. “I’m right here baby just hold onto me.” I knew how inadequate that was, for the next few hours she was going to face something that I never would in the ring. No matter my strength, and how many assholes I knock on their ass, I can never do what she does for me, for us, for our little family.

“It’s okay Wyatt don’t freak out again like the last time.”

“Which time? The time I fainted or the time I almost fucked that idiot woman out the window?” Good she was laughing and she’d lost a little bit of that pained look on her face.

The machine beeped away and every once in a while the nurse would bop in with her sugary sweet bullshit. “Doc what the fuck?” She finally showed up half an hour later strolling like we had all damn day and my wife wasn’t about to pass a bowling ball or some fuck.

The twins had been small they were sharing space. Willow was a big fuck, eight pounds five ounces and this one was probably going to be the same. “Hello to you too Mr. Hunter, and how is the mother doing?” She checked the charts and rattled off some crap that I didn’t understand and almost like clockwork Trace went into contractions, squeezed the shit out of my hand and screamed the place down.

That’s all it took to move the fog from my head and I went into husband mode. I helped with her breathing, kept her brow cool, and talked to her even while she was yelling at me and accusing me of all manner of shit, like I was the one who decided which gender was supposed to carry the kid.

“I know, I’m the scum of the earth.” I wonder if she remembers how she ended up with this one? I think it was some black see through shit she’d teased me with on one of my returns. I always knew when I nailed her, somehow I could always tell no matter how much she argued that it wasn’t possible, I haven’t missed one yet.

“Here we go baby, just one more big push and you can have your ice cream bar, that’s my good girl.” She’s an old pro; one tight grip with her nails biting into my hand and she bore down. My son came screaming and wailing into the world. The tears in my eyes were for both of them, both my miracles. They cleaned him up and handed him over to me and I checked him over on my way back to his mother.