The Champ: Bad Boys Book 5

By: Jordan Silver

Chapter 1


“It’s cold as balls in this bitch, you fucks couldn’t think of something warmer to do?” I shook the cold from my hands and blew on them as I hotfooted it to the door ahead and warmth. The wind was biting cold even for my hometown in the Midwest in November, but you wouldn’t guess it from the way these jackasses were taking their time.

“Stop whining like a lil bitch bro, it’s like fifteen degrees out here, that’s warm for November.” My brother the ass couldn’t keep his yap shut.

“Only if you’re a fucking Caribou like you.” The four of us hustled towards the door of the club that was barely visible through the swirling snow and fog. I didn’t even know it was possible to see fog in weather this cold.

I was bitching, but the truth is I was happy as fuck to be home with my family and old friends for the holidays. I’d just spent more time on the road than I liked, but I guess that comes with the territory. When you’re the reigning UFC champ these things happen, everybody wants a piece of you.

I’d made a small fortune in the last year alone while I was at it, but the truth is I was only really in it for the fighting. I like pounding the fuck out of a motherfucker, and at about age fifteen, dad decided that if he didn’t want to spend all the family’s money on bail for my ass, he’d better get me involved in some sort of boxing deal.

Neither of us expected it to go this far though, least of all me. But it seems I have a knack for knocking people the fuck out. Now I’ve been all over the world and back with my skills, and this last year, when I turned twenty-five, was my finest yet.

Still with all the hoopla surrounding me, and the bright lights and flash, nothing beats coming back to my roots where I was just, me. That glitz and glamour shit gets old fast, at least for me it did, and by the time I’d put my last opponent down I was ready for the sweet lights of hearth and home.

I’d barely landed before my brother and the boys had decided we needed to go hang. Mom was doing her usual thing and had barely spared me two minutes for a hello kiss and a hug, before she was shooing us out the door and out of her hair.

I wanted to go hunt down some pussy, that was my first inclination. Training doesn’t allow for too much of that shit, but now that I was on break, I plan to gorge myself on the shit. I could already taste the juice of some sweet honey on my tongue.

Instead I was here, in this fucking dump with my brother Chad and our childhood friends Jace and Cole. I guess I shouldn’t complain it was better than nothing, which is what we had before. Our little end of the world doesn’t run to nightspots. So Smileys is about as close as we’re gonna get to some action.

I held the door for the three old women as they took their damn time. There was a whole production of shaking snow off of boots and jackets and the usual rambunctiousness of four guys who hadn’t seen each other in a while, but who fell back into years of routine bad behavior. In other words, we were all acting like a horse’s ass.


I saw her as soon as we cleared the door. Either it was because I was on the hunt and hadn’t had any in a while, or the lighting was off, but that was the finest ass I’d seen in a long fucking time if ever. I barely restrained myself from licking my lips like a deviant. I literally stopped in my tracks and that was a first.

I bet she had the dimples in the small of her back that I could dig my fingers in while I fucked her long and deep from behind. I’m an ass man; I know these things. Damn look at that thing move.

"Fuck yeah, I see what I'm gonna be stuffing for thanksgiving."#p#分页标题#e#

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