Matt From Wii Sports Novels & Stories

LEVI A sharp knock interrupted my thoughts, and Matt walked into my suite as if he owned the place. "Hey." He leaned against the doorframe with a knowing smirk. "You said you'd return hours ago, but you never showed up. What happened?" He spoke again before I could respond. "Who was the woman leaving your room earlier? She looked familiar." I couldn't help but smile, revealing more than I intended, and Matt's grin widened immediately. He had known me for far too long not to notice. "No one," I replied, shrugging, hoping that was enough.

Lucius mishandled the car, and half of the car body left the track when he was passing the last curve! Although he tried his best to make amends, he could only watch as the sports car driven by Matty whizzed past him. Matty won! After crossing the finish line, Matty was so excited that he screamed, “Sienna, you’re amazing! You’re incredible! I’m really impressed by your skills, Sienna! You’re awesome!” Sienna covered her ears silently. The surrounding men and women were all shocked, and their jaws were left hanging when they saw the result of such a match. They stood there in a daze, and none of them could believe that this was true!

After hearing a knock on the door I yelled "Come in." When Matt walked in I couldn't help but check him out. He had paired a white supreme shirt with a black pair of jeans and a red flannel that looked amazing on him. His red Nikes and spiked back hair really completed the outfit making him look absolutely to die for. I could tell he was checking me out as well and as if it were an unspoken agreement we moved on without mentioning it. "Are you ready?" I asked feeling a slight blush on my cheeks "Yep, ready when you are." He smiled

with a smirk. “If you think you can do better, by all means,” Matt says, gesturing to me and getting off the mat. “Alright baby girl, let’s see what you got.” He comes and takes Matt’s place and I find myself smiling. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into. We start the round and, as I suspected, Cade lunges straight at me so that we land with me on my back and him on top of me but he doesn't have any kind of effective control on me so I flip him to the side and spin myself so I can lock onto his leg with my legs and stick him in an ankle lock. He only struggles for a few seconds before tapping out because those hurt like hell.

It’s comforting. “Cynthia! this is Matty, our best bartender in the house but fair warning. Don’t hit on him because now matter how hot he is, he has a mate, a fierce one. Just yesterday she threatened my boobs when she saw me smiling with her mate.” Mira said with a smirk. The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him.

I saw Matt grinned while holding a helmet. "What are you doing here?" I asked with my small voice. "Would you like to come to my game tonight?" I focused on his jersey number, it says number 11. Hmm, I wonder why? "Uhm... I don't know." As far as I am concern, I can't travel that far, my legs were swollen... I think I won't last that long in walking. "Come on, it'll be fun." Matt insisted and crunched up his nose.

Maybe he could take the boy to the shower and soap him up. Matt's inner musings were cut off by a knock on his office door. With a calm, "Come in," he beckoned Tyler inside. Tyler smiled and nodded at Matt, as he calmly asked, "You wanted to see me, coach?" Matt smiled and nodded as he gestured for the boy to sit in the chair on the other side of his desk. As the boy sat down, Matt covertly admired the boy's tight young body. God, Matt loved young football players! Their heavy emphasis on lower body workouts always gave them the sexiest bubble butts. If only Matt could convince the swim, baseball, basketball, etc teams to do more squats and leg lifts, he would be in bubble butt heaven.

Matts's voice sounds from behind, halting me on my steps. -"Excuse me? What's your problem?" I say as I turn on my heels to face him. Matt is leaning on the wall by my bedroom door with his arms crossed. He straights himself up and turns towards me, gesturing with his hand up and down at my choice of attire before placing them in the pockets of his skinny black jeans. He looks exceptionally handsome in his fashionable grey hoodie and a jeans jacket. His lush werewolf scent is mixed with his manly cologne, making it even more irresistible. I can feel Artemis going around in circles, impatiently wanting his muscled arms to hold us.

His friend has been acting weird since they came out of the car. Nate hesitates. What he is going to say would shock his friend. “Come on, man, whatever it is you can tell me,” Dylan encourages, his expression earnest. Nate lifts his face to meet Dylan’s eyes. “She is my mate.” Dylan’s brow knots into a confused frown. “Meredith. She is home. Remember, dude.” Nate shakes his head. “Meredith is not my mate. The deputy is.”

“You lost the bet, didn’t you? Trying to see if I was an easy catch. Must’ve been fun explaining that to your girlfriend. Although Cherry only has about two brain cells rattling around up there, so maybe she didn’t mind.” I managed to get myself on my feet. Matt’s smirk faltered, just for a second. “Watch it dork, your walking on thin ice.” I stepped closer, glaring up at him. “And don’t you ever get tired of playing with the same toy, Matt? You’re Matthew Brown, ‘the’ Matthew Brown. You’ve got money to burn. Surely you can afford a better target than me. Or did you go broke?” Jake stepped forward. “What did you just say?”