Matt Riddle Cock Novels & Stories

“ Brick, we saw it ourselves. You can ask Lug. The fucker brought his fling to one of my shows not knowing Matt was there. Connor recognized the guy and told Matt. I felt so bad for Matt. But I wish I could have seen the guy and his fling’s face when Matt confronted him. I and the guys were standing at Matt’s side for moral support. So yes I believe him.” I have heard enough. I’m not going to dig into Matt anymore. If Lilly, Lug, and the rest of the band will stand next to Matt during a bad time in his life he can’t be all that bad. “ Speed, trust me on this Matt is a good man. I know you are worried but try not to be. I’m saying this from one mom to another ok.” Lilly says. “ Thank you, Lil

“Hi, Naomi. Matt Kingston.” Fuck. Me.

“The-” She got cut off by the knock on the door of her office, just three light raps. Luna and Rita exchanged a look, Rita stood up to open the door to reveal Matt Rivers standing on the threshold. Matt was Luna’s personal driver and pilot. After five years of working for her, he was the only one Luna trusted enough to allow drive, or fly, her. And since he had adequate license in both, she felt safe with him. “Matt,” Rita said. “Come in.”

I didn't say a word. "Hey, so, hi," the wolf I didn't know said. "My name is Matt, I'm an old friend of these two," he chuckled happily. He reminded me of someone you would expect to be surfing on the coast somewhere. His blue eyes and blonde hair were accentuated by his tan. "This is our mate, Rina," the twins said together. "So you guys are telling me this hot little thing is both of you guys mate?" he asked raising an eyebrow. I heard a growl rumble from Arion's chest.

Chelsea can, but barely. “The famous chef,” Matt stops working, looking at me incredulously, as if I’ve grown another head. “He’s the British guy, has a million different cooking shows, constantly screaming…you haven’t seen the memes?” I stare blankly, shaking my head. None of what he says ringing a bell.

Everyone burst out laughing at his words. “Where is he anyway? He didn’t make it to dinner,” Rory asked curiously. “I think he’s hiding from a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed babe,” Matty said, giving me a playful wink. I responded with a chuckle and a light punch to his shoulder. He was always such a flirt. “Well, they’ve beaten their record so far,” Rory stated. “Oh yeah? Which one?” Matty asked, curiously. “No blood has been shed, and they’ve been under the same roof for half a day,” Rory replied, causing Matty to chuckle.

I tell her, and for a moment she hesitates, but then a shy smile spreads over her face and she takes a seat at my side. For a while the only sound in the air is the clatter of spoons and delightful sighs as we delve into the hearty meal. I find myself squealing, much to Ric’s amusement. He leans into my ears, whispering, “Never heard you squeal like that for me.” I smack his shoulder lightly. Then he turns to Matt and to everyone’s surprise, Matt begins to open up. “I hear you’ve got a bit of a knack for fixing cars. Is that true?”

she pushes the thoughts to the back of her mind. She hears a chuckle and she instantly realizes that she had been caught checking him out which causes her to blush a shade of red. "I don't mind you drooling over me. I'm Matthew. Matthew Wilson. You can call me Matt for short." He says with an amused smile on his face. He smiles a lot for someone who just ripped a wolf's head apart from like it was a rag doll of some sort. This just proves the phrase 'you can't judge a book by its cover'. Wait. Why does his name sound so familiar, she thinks to herself.

Matt muttered from the hallway. “Hey, I say great nuggets of wisdom!” Colby stifled a laugh. “Rain you say some of the most hilarious things but I don’t know if I would say that it’s wise.” “I am offended right now.” Matt snorted. “See you're saying something funny right now!” *** Lia

"He's just paying his girlfriend a visit. I mean, I would miss me too if it had been a month since I last came over." Rick chuckled, the sound immersing me. "You're probably right. He's in withdrawal. They should make a drug for that." By the lines of tension on his forehead, he was gauging how nervous I was about the supposed "talk" Matt wanted to have, so I placed a palm to his cheek with the driver's door between us. "I can handle Matt. For all I know, he wants to whisk me away to a foreign island and live in sin." I very much doubted that, seeing as Matt was a devout Christian, but my humor seemed to reassure Rick.