Page 37 of Boundaries

“She’s right mate. Let’s all calm down, yes?”

“Yeah bitch, calm the fuck down,” Boyd spat at Alex, stepping next to his brother. He had obviously taken James’s involvement as siding with us, and wanted to even the match, whatever shit was about to go down.

“I’d listen to your buddy Alex,” Mason suggested, his stance full-on aggressive. His eyes shifted between Alex’s and me. When those dark eyes met mine, I dropped my gaze to the floor, I couldn’t bear to look at him. Even now, naughty thoughts attempted to push their way in there. Just like his… NO! I would NOT go there! The guy had gotten me off on purpose and then had thrown my response back in my face. Mason was a bastard of the first kind.

“Please Alex, don’t worry. He was just being a dick. Like normal. I can take it?” I soothed, again tugging his arm. Mason’s gaze flicked to where my hand touched Alex’s skin and his expression darken even further. It was almost a look of possession, which was ridiculous and so out of the blue. Mason McKenna wasn’t my boyfriend and had no rights where I was concerned whatsoever.

“I know she can take it,” Mason growled in a low voice, and I wanted to be shot on the spot. What the fuck! I so needed to distance myself from this situation.

I released Alex’s arm, casting a quick look at Betty whose mouth was wide open. Her eyes were glazed and I knew she was well on the way. I did my best to swallow down that worry that Mason was about to tell everyone what we’d been doing.

Then the shit got real as Alex lunged forward, and punched Mason in the face, hitting him in the jaw, a perfect shot. The cracking noise thumped in me like a drum and I watched as Alex grabbed the hand he’d used, pain etched into his features. He’d hurt himself and Mason fucking McKenna had hardly flinched. He looked more surprised than anything. I moved to half-protect Alex, ready for Mason to retaliate and knowing the damage would be far worse.

“Motherfucker,” Boyd spat out and lunged forward toward Alex, but Mason shot out a bulky arm and stopped his brother, shaking his head in a back off manner. No doubt he’d want to retaliate himself.

“Guys, come on let’s…”

“Stay out of it, Lyons,” Mason snarled, second naming James. James took a step back and Betty moved to my side and put an arm around me. Alex just stood there smarting, holding his ground. I felt a burst of pride.

After restraining his brother, Mason stepped closer to Alex, and glared down at him. To be honest, I was shocked he hadn’t hit him yet.

“My eighty-year-old grandmother hits harder than you. You should get to the gym princess,” Mason said scornfully.

A silence fell between the group before Mason spat on the floor next to Alex, took a swig of beer and after briefly glancing my way, took off down the beach, his brother standing still, mirroring Betty’s earlier fish mouth.

He barked out a laugh, “You’re lucky Mason doesn’t hit pretty boys Alex,” Boyd sneered. And with that, he stole a couple more beers from the cooler and set off after his brother.

There was a sigh of relief between us before Betty started getting giddy with all the drama.

The rest of my evening had been strained. Pulling out my ‘headache’ card which I appeared to be using a lot on Alex, I asked him to take me home. Luckily, we didn’t see Mason or Boyd again but I did see Seth taking a piss in the car park.

I said nothing else and Alex didn’t pry. His hand was badly bruised.

Betty had soaked up the drama whereas I’d had enough McKenna shit to last me a fucking lifetime.

Alex knew something, but we kind of left it there. He had been my knight in shining armour, well in chino shorts anyway, but I wasn’t going to speak with him about what happened, no way. If it ever came up, I’d deny it.

What I had done with Mason, circled my head during the entire car journey home. I blamed it on the booze and sun, it wasn’t a great combination.

Bearing in my mind he had acted the hero, the peck on my lips as Alex dropped me off was like kissing a wet flannel. I felt nothing which was odd, my tummy usually did a bit of a flip.

So, Mason McKenna, my nemesis had ruined me for Alex, and I didn’t know how I could recover from that.

Later that night, I stood in my bedroom completely naked and looked at my body in the floor-length mirror. Did I look different? My skin seemed to carry a different hue and my cheeks were still flushed.

My fingers traced the slight bruise against my throat which had been caused when Mason had bitten me, that slight pain had mingled in with the pleasure, and had made my release even stronger.

I ran my hands down the length of my body, touching my skin, and testing it to see if it felt any different.

Something had happened tonight, something huge. My first sexual experience had been earth-shattering stuff. Cliched, I know, but frustratingly true nonetheless.

What was hard to swallow, was that the person to coax it out of me and bring me to that level of release had been Mason McKenna. My enemy.

It was majorly fucked up.

As I stood in front of that mirror, all I could think about was betrayal and how I’d let my family down.

I had experienced something special with someone that didn’t give a shit about me and did what he did to score points.

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