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“Explain yourself, Ciaran, or I swear to God I won’t be liable for my actions.”
“I told you?—”
Matty shoved me aggressively. My back collided with the closet doorjamb. Air rushed from my lungs.
“Don’t lie to me,” Matty said. “Why are you in here, in my bedroom? Did he try to open the safe? Did that fucker touch you?” He raked a hand through his hair. “Did he hurt you?”
“What? No.” I put an arm out and he smacked it away. Matty was being a brute, but hell if I didn’t want all his passion heaped upon me, because then it might match how I felt on the inside.
I saw red. I was no pushover, so I shoved back. He stumbled into his dresser with a grunt but rebounded almost instantly. He grabbed my shirt into his fists and all but manhandled me into the closet, throwing me against a rack of clothing. Hangers stabbed me in the back.
I nearly lost my footing on a loose tie on the floor, but managed to stay upright.
Matty rushed at me but suddenly stopped short. His eyes were angry, impassioned. It seemed like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t decide what he wanted to do to me. The heat radiating off his body was hot enough to start a forest fire.
The air between us crackled darkly, dangerously, and it felt like I was perilously close to falling off a cliff. Immobile, all I could do was hold my breath. I didn’t want to blink, lest I missed something.
Matty’s gaze flicked to my mouth.
There was something in that gaze… Longing? Misery?
I didn’t see him move. One second he was a foot away and the next he was inches away, a hand on my throat, squeezing, but also pulling me to him, like he wanted to watch as he extinguished the life from my body.
“God, what are you doing to me, Ciaran?” he whispered before his mouth crashed on mine.
32
MATTHIAS
When Ciaran’s room was empty, I knew something was wrong, especially when I heard voices coming from my bedroom.
My locked bedroom.
Bursting inside, I never expected to see Ciaran straddling Jason, in my closet of all places.
I’d never been angrier. And I’d never been more turned on in my life. I was rock hard and struggling to think straight.
If I’d taken clearer stock of the situation, it would have been obvious that it was a scuffle between Ciaran and Jason, and not a hasty form of BDSM involving my ties and belts.
I would deal with Ciaran later, but for now Jason was my priority.
Punching Jason in his smug face and kicking him out of my house felt good. It helped relieve the agitation that’d been building up in my arteries, clogging all reasonable thought.
Not even my smarting shoulder could dim the satisfaction of making Jason bleed. My shoulder would hurt later, and Coach would probably suspend me, but with all the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I didn’t care.
Pivoting at the front door, I spun to see Ciaran at the top of the stairs. We were alone in the guesthouse. I’d already sent everyone down to the beach. It wasn’t the fear in his eyes that motivated me. It was the excitement.
He was daring me to take him. To punish him.
The problem was, if I punished him, I also punished myself. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to stop once started.
Think straight, Matty.
I told myself I was in full control of myself as I sprinted up the stairs, never taking my eyes off Ciaran. He didn’t move. He didn’t cower. I drank him in.
All I wanted to know was if Jason touched him…hurt him. I might have even asked that out loud. Just the thought—the fucking thought—of anyone touching Ciaran ignited the anger boiling deep inside me.
Pent-up energy jumped between us as I grabbed his shoulders and I pushed him into my bedroom. I didn’t bother closing the door. Perhaps I wanted Ciaran to know he could leave at any time. Even in my heightened state, I’d never force my attentions on someone who wasn’t willing.
