Page 31 of Hate the Game
***Ryder***
Savannah tried to move away but I reached over and grabbed her thigh. Her bare skin felt like warm silk under my hand but I made myself ignore it. She huffed and picked up her burger again. “Fine. I’ll eat the burger but I don’t need the fries. We’re not all built like professional athletes, Ryder.”
I shoved the last of my burger into my mouth and grabbed a fry. I brought it up to her mouth and stared her down. When she tried to ignore me I growled at her. “Eat the fucking fry, Savannah.”
She glared at me but she opened her mouth and took the fry. She even nipped the tip of my fingers and gave me a smug little smirk that set my blood on fire. She swallowed and licked her lips. “No more.”
I grabbed another fry and held it out to her. “Eat it.”
Her eyes flashed with anger. “I said I don’t fucking need them, Ryder. I should be eating a salad. Do you know what your cheerleading friends called me yesterday? A fucking cow. I don’t want the fucking fries. Okay? Jesus.”
I leaned closer and let her see the heat on my face as I looked at her body. No matter what I felt about her or how angry I was there something fucked up about a woman with her curves feeling shitty about them. I felt my dick harden as I took in the curves of her breasts, breasts that even a giant shirt couldn’t hide, and those thick thighs. Her legs were crossed and I knew that all it would take to expose her pussy would be to hook my finger through her little shorts and pull them aside.
Slowly, painfully slowly, I lifted my eyes to hers again and saw her staring at my tented shorts. I made no attempt to hide it from her. She needed to know the effect her body had on men. I pinched her chin and tugged it down until her lips parted, then I pushed the tip of the fry between them.
My fucked up brain wouldn’t allow me to let the fry go. I dragged it over her bottom lip and pulled it partially out before pushing it in again. When I realized I was essentially fucking her mouth with it I swallowed and made myself let it go.
She was shaking when our eyes met again. She reached for another fry and ate it, though.
“Good girl.”
Watching Savannah’s pupils blow out and her cheeks flush darker nearly made me groan. I had to distract myself. I had to distract both of us before I fucked up and fuckedher. Instead of showing her how honorable and altruistic we were, I was going to end up showing her just how hard I fucked when I tried to drive her through the mat.
I leaned back on my hands and stared up at the ceiling. She needed to eat but I couldn’t watch her. I was too on edge and she was right there with me. It would’ve been so much easier if she was disgusted by me. I didn’t understand why she wasn’t. She was attempting to write a hit piece on us but there was no hiding that she wanted us.
I had to do something. I jumped to my feet and held my hand up to stop her from following. “Finish your dinner. I’m going to grab something.”
I walked into the front of the gym and grabbed gloves. I didn’t look at Savannah when I returned but I could see her shove another fry in her mouth before gathering everything. “I don’t always want to work out on campus and this place is owned by a vet who used to serve under my dad. The front that we walked through is where most people stay. There’s a ring out there, too. This back here is for more…private events.”
She stood up and walked to the ropes with the trash in her hand. “So, illegal fights?”
I ignored her correct assumption and turned a hard look her way. “This is off the record, Savannah. Understood?”
She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Okay.”
“I’m serious. The guy who runs this place would be fucked if you wrote about this place. He’s a disabled vet and wouldn’t deserve that.”
“I said okay, Ryder. I have no interest in hurting an innocent man.”
“And me? Do you have any interest in hurting me, Savannah?” I watched the color drain from her face and cleared my throat. “If you do, now’s your chance. You’re going to learn a few boxing moves.”
She stammered. “W-what?”
“Drop the trash.” I walked over and took it from her when she didn’t drop it. I threw it in the trash before moving back to her. With the ropes separating us I grabbed her right hand and shoved the glove on it. I strapped it on and then did the other hand. “How do they feel?”
“Heavy.” She shook her arms out and naturally widened her stance to balance herself. “You’re putting gloves on, too? Shit. Youaregoing to kill me, aren’t you?”
I laughed despite myself and watched with my pulse racing as she grinned back at me. I shoved my hands in my gloves and used my teeth to tighten the straps on my wrists. Stepping through the ropes I moved to the middle of the ring and motioned for her to follow me. “Let me see what you’ve got without any instruction. Hit my hands.”
If I thought she was going to be shy about it and try to get out of it, I was sorely mistaken. She drew her fist back and hit me hard. I looked at her in surprise and she shrugged.
“I’ve got brothers.”
***Ryder***
Ishook my head and steadied my stance. “Again. This time spread your legs more. Keep your right foot back a little. Twist your hips as you bring your hand towards me.”
It took her a few minutes of correction but in no time she was hitting me harder than some of the men I’d fought. Seeing her standing strong and looking proud of herself had me breathing a little harder. I was getting hard again and I needed to stop.
