Page 62 of Consume Me

Tyson suddenly throws his head back and laughs. The motion catches my attention, and when I turn around, I see why. All the guys just entered the club, instantly commanding the attention of the partygoers. Of course.

Celine shakes her head, but her eyes spark when she sees Kaden. Abigail puts a hand on her waist but smiles from the corner of her mouth. Bailey scoffs when she sees Hunter, then turns around and orders another shot.

I can’t say I am surprised to see the guys, but Blake? That’s unexpected.

Tyson pulls me to him, and I stay in his embrace.

“Sure you know what you’re doing?” I ask him because Blake’s expression turns murderous.

“When don’t I?” he asks, looking entirely too arrogant.

The guys reach us, but I remain in Tyson’s embrace. I squirm when Blake comes to stand in front of us.

“You and me in the ring. Right fucking now.”

I look at Kaden, hoping he’ll do something, but he just turns to Tyson and says, “That’s on you.”

Perfect.

Tyson’s entire body ripples with excitement, and he kisses me on the cheek. “I owe you one.”

Even with the loud music, Blake’s growl reverberates through me.

Tyson gestures for Xander, who gives him a microphone. His voice booms as the music stops.

“Tonight is special because the champion has returned.”

Tyson’s such a showman, basking in the attention.

Getting jittery, I stand up and tell Blake, “You don’t have to do this.”

“But I will. He wants you? Let’s see how much.”

He turns around and goes to the middle of the ring.

“Is Tyson a good fighter?” I ask the group, suddenly nervous about his well-being.

Some shrug while others make noncommittal sounds.

I ask Xander for a shot, and he says, “This is on me. It will be worth seeing these two fight.”

“I thought you’d be more worried about your friend.”

“I don’t have to.”

I down the drink when the guys step into the ring. Watching Blake, I’m completely ensnared. This guy possesses the uncanny ability to snatch all my attention.

He cracks his neck, swaying from one foot to the other. He takes off his shirt, and I bite into my cheek, clenching my legs on instinct. There are gasps and shrieks from some girls, which pisses me the fuck off. I want to march over there and tell him to get dressed.

“He really wants to put on a show,” Kaden says, tone laced with amusement.

“This is not funny.”

“It’s not, but he’s on edge…” he looks pointedly at me.

I stiffen.He can’t know, can he?

“Why don’t you stop him?” I ask.

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