Page 24 of Boundaries

“You need to stop fucking with us, Amy.” He growled out in a low voice.

“And how the hell am I doing that?” I questioned, being the one physically pinned to a tree by the bloody giant.

He pulled his head back, making eye contact again. That stare was so judgemental and raw, “With your silly pranks and coming over here taking pictures of us and shit. It needs to stop. You can’t just come and go as you please. You shouldn’t be here tonight, especially dressed like that.”

“Like what? I’m wearing more than Boyd’s piece of ass!” I pointed out, referring to the girl that was clad in the bikini top. Yes, I was wearing my PJs, but they covered me more than her little get-up.

“Yes, but Lily doesn’t look like you.” So, her name was Lily, big deal. It annoyed me that he knew her name, was she one of those girls that the brothers shared? Great, now I’d given myself the proper ich. I shoved away the thought, what had he just said?

“What do you mean?” I questioned, feeling totally lost.

His gaze became hooded again but I saw the male interest before he hid it, “You’re a provocative little bitch,” he drawled, his voice taking on a sexual element.

I shook back my head, trying to see beneath the mask he was trying to pull in place.

“I’m not dressed like this to be provocative.” I was being honest. “I’m dressed for bed.”

“And that’s where you should be, but it’s not the nightclothes that are provoking Amy. It’s that tight little body they show off.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I panted.

He slowly shook his head, “You’re such a little prick tease.”

What the hell did he call me, again? My frown increased to the point where I’d probably have permanent dints in my head, “Why are you speaking to me like this? You don’t see me like that. Not really.”

He was still bristling from the fight, full of pent-up passion, aggression, and testosterone. Shit, he was acting like a walking male hormone that needed release.

Mason stroked a finger down my face again, the touch almost tender and a trickle of pleasure ran through me. I closed my eyes.

“So, you don’t think I see you as a woman? Are you sure about that?” His tone was just above a whisper, like that voice in the movies when lovers speak in bed after sex. I shooed off the thought, blinking my eyes open again. When had I become such a pervert?

“Yes, I’m sure. You don’t, you can’t,” I told him firmly. I must have sounded like a Victorian spinster. I can honestly say I’d never felt so buttoned up.

Mason gave me a wolfish smile; those sensual lips curled at the sides.

“Oh, I fucking can. I’m a man Amy. And a highly sexed one. You may be annoying as fuck, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to put my dick inside you. Especially when I’m wired after a fight.”

OMG! I was almost paralysed by his crude comment. Mason had just said… I cut myself off, blurting, “Stop it. I know you’re just trying to scare me.” It suddenly felt like he was messing with me, playing with my inexperience of men.

A beat of silence fell between us and I wondered if I’d managed to stop him. But nope, he carried the hell on.

“I’m just getting started,” he taunted, his nostrils flaring. “Note for the future princess, fighting gets me horny.”

Mason released my wrists and my hands fluttered to my sides, he then took my face in both hands, and slammed his mouth down over mine. I gasped against his lips, watching as his eyes closed. My own lips parted as Mason pushed his tongue into my mouth.

Jesus wept; Mason McKenna was kissing me. My own eyes fluttered shut, lost in the moment and my arms lifted automatically and rested lightly against his bulging biceps. They felt huge as they were still pumped from the fight. Mason’s grip was firm and the way he’d moved his body, pulled me up onto my tiptoes as he fed hungrily from my mouth. Devouring me. His tongue was demanding as it stroked against my own and I followed his technique, each time those muscles touched, another jet of heat darted through my body. My breasts were pressed against the hardness of his chest and my nipples were pebbled against the silk of my top.

Mason slid one hand from my jaw, around the back of my head and wrapped rough fingers into my hair, yanking my head further back. He moved his other hand, tracing my spine before curving his fingers over one of my buttocks, drawing me further against the hardness of his frame.

His fingers tightened around my curls, angling my head where he wanted it to go, so he could deepen the kiss. His mouth claimed mine as it moved roughly over my lips and I tasted blood. His blood. It did nothing to remove that surge of excitement I felt between my legs. I was almost falling apart as I kissed him back, revelling in the taste and feel of him against my softness. His was driving me wild with his tongue.

Mason moved his bulk forward slightly, the motion pinning me back against the rough surface of the tree and he moved his other hand to join its mate over my bottom. Pulling me up so I was almost anchored between his thighs. I could feel his large erection straining against my stomach, it was shocking and I gasped into his mouth as I felt it swollen rock hard, pushing against his jeans. I rocked forward and he groaned into my mouth.

Mason’s tongue became more insistent and he kneaded the softness of my buttocks with both hands sending delicious friction between our two bodies. I had never been so turned on in my life and my fingers slid up into his hair as our mouths tangled in a frenzy. His tongue was ruthless as it drove in and out of my mouth, plundering, taking everything, I had to give.

A torrent of emotions thrummed through me and when he suddenly drew back, I felt lost, the breath rushed from my body. Mason was also aroused and breathing heavily. I looked up into his eyes and they were thick with lust and desire, almost like he was drugged on it.

My hands dropped to rest against his chest close to his pectoral muscles and he placed his forehead against mine with a soft sigh. He still caressed my bottom, his fingers half under my shorts, touching my bare flesh.

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