I swallow nervously but nod. “I’m sure.” I’m not backing down. My mind knows right from wrong, but my body craves the wrong. And as little as I know about Ryat, I do know that I can trust him. My body reacts to his touch, his lips, his dominating demeanor. All I ever wanted Matt to do was take control. I would be stupid not to use Ryat when he’s offering me that very chance.
“Limits?” he asks. “Anything off the table?”
Biting my lip, I think of one thing. “No anal.” He obviously has a thing for asses. I’d like to ease into that one.
“Okay, then.” He kisses my neck once again and pulls away from me. “I’ll see you Sunday.” He slaps my ass and turns, leaving the bathroom.
“Wait. When will we do it?” I ask.
He stops and turns to face me, tilting his head to the side thinking about it. “Do you want to know? Or would you rather be caught off guard?”
The thought of not knowing has my heart racing and my skin tingling. It just takes away another choice that I didn’t realize I wanted him to have. “Surprise me.”
He nods and then turns to leave.
RYAT
I BRING MY car to a stop in the parking lot at the house of Lords. Entering the double doors, I check the time on my watch. I have two hours before my father’s jet is set to leave for New York. I hate to be late, but I’m not going to put this off.
“Hey, where have you been?” Prickett asks as he sees me enter. An apple in one hand, his cell in the other. It’s clear that Gunner hasn’t filled him in on what we did at Blackout last night. But I didn’t expect him to. It wasn’t Lord related. Just two overly jealous men who will do anything to prove a point.
“Matt here?” I ask Prickett, avoiding his question. I actually prefer staying at Blake’s apartment. It’s not as secluded as I’d like, but it’s better than this place full of horny fucking men.
“Yeah, he’s in the gym.” He and Gunner exchange a look.
I run up the staircase, taking a right on the second floor. Then I storm down the hallway to the double doors at the end. I shove them open, noticing Gunner and Prickett are behind me.
The gym is large with everything you could possibly think of, plenty of each station for us all to work out at the same time comfortably. When you tell almost a hundred men they can’t fuck, you find a lot of them work out to take their minds off what they really want. Thankfully at this time, most of them are already in classes or still asleep.
Matt’s the only one in here at the moment. I spot him over in the corner, working out with the free weights. He smirks when his eyes meet mine in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. “Pretty sure these weights are too heavy for you,” he jokes.
Walking over to him, I pick up a thirty-pound dumbbell off a bench next to him and swing, hitting him on the side of the head.
He stumbles over, dropping the weights he was holding. “Fuck …” he groans, his hand going to a gash that is now bleeding from the side of his head. I hope he’s seeing fucking stars right now.
Gunner’s eyes widen while Prickett drops his apple to the floor. Ignoring them both, I grab Matt’s hair and yank him over to the bench press. I throw him onto it facedown.
“Load it,” I order to Prickett and Gunner. Might as well put them to work if I’m going to give them a show.
Matt is still pretty dazed from the hit to his head, so he’s not fully understanding what’s going on just yet. Making his body sluggish and slow to get up. His head hangs off the end, and his arms dangle off the sides, touching the floor.
Prickett and Gunner put fifty pounds on each end and then lift it off the bar. Pressing it to his back, they pin him down but hold it steady on both sides, making Matt groan from the weight.
I crouch down in front of his face that hangs off the end of the bench. “I saw you talking to my girl yesterday.” It’s clear that Blake doesn’t remember our conversation before she passed out last night because she didn’t mention it this morning. And I’m not going to remind her of it, but I’m also not going to rat her out. Matt needs to think I saw it, not that she told me what he said and did. Because I know if I hadn’t forced her, she would have never told me. And I don’t like that.
Gunner and Prickett push their weight onto either end of the bar, shoving it further into his back, making him bare his teeth at his silence. He coughs, face turning red, but he’s fully aware of what’s happening right now. “She’s not yours.” Matt manages to get out through gritted teeth. “Doesn’t matter what you fucking do! She will be mine!”