Page 40 of Boundaries

He stood looming over me, all imposing and yet I still didn’t back down. After what I’d just witnessed, I needed someone to take my pain out on, like a pin cushion and Mason was it.

“Well, if it remains just a thought, I won’t have to rat you out to PC Rathbone. You’re not to touch me again Mason, ever.”

His lips curled into a sexy smile and I wished I could drag the words right back.

He took a step forward and I dropped my hands from my hips, no longer feeling empowered, “You liked me touching you, Amy. That sweet little pussy of yours enjoyed being stroked.”

Dropping my gaze briefly, I whispered, “I don’t want to talk about it.” My voice was small.

“Why? You fucking loved it. The before, during and the after. It was a shame I then fucked things up with my big mouth.”

I grimaced, feeling confused. Was he apologising for those words he used afterwards, something about a McKenna claiming my first orgasm?

He carried on talking, and so I had no more time to dissect his throw-away comment.

Mason tilted his head to the side and I eyed him warily.

“I remember clearly how you came apart for me.” He flexed his fingers, drawing my attention to one of his large paws. The memory of what he had done to me, generated warmth in my belly again. But I wasn’t having it. No man made me feel cheap.

“I mean it, Mason,” I reiterated but my voice still lacked strength.

Giving him my back, I moved to the next post. Anger and embarrassment fuelled my limbs, and I started to attempt to remove another piece of his stupid fence.

Mason moved then and pulled me away by the waistband of my jeans and I turned on him like a virago, thumping him in his chest. He didn’t even flinch and he let me go holding his hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

“Easy little fury, calm the fuck down.”

We just stood there, me glaring up into his downturned face. His expression was now unreadable and the fight just drained from me.

“Look, I can’t do this with you today, Mason, I just can’t.” I was close to tears again. What the hell was going on with my moods, I wasn’t due on my period and so didn’t understand why I was so changeable.

“You started it by coming here and trying to destroy my fence. It’s taken me my whole morning to build that first section,” Mason pointed out with a flick of his head.

My body swayed before him like I was drunk suddenly.

“Well, you shouldn’t be…” My thought process was suddenly all over the place and that scrunched fist which remained against him flattened. I felt his pectoral muscles flex against my fingers.

Mason’s head dipped and concern entered his features, “I shouldn’t be what, Amy?”

My head fell back and I felt like I was going to faint.

“I… feel sick.”

Mason took me gently by the shoulders, his head lowered so we were almost nose to nose, “Are you OK? What’s wrong, Amy, speak to me…” He shook me, but he wasn’t rough.

My head rolled around my neck, “…feel dizzy.”

Blinking, trying to clear my vision, I sighed as Mason lifted a hand to my head. He pushed his palm against my skin, “You’re burning up,” he declared with a worried expression.

“I think I’m…”

Mason’s arms swept around me and he lifted my crumbling body into his arms.

I could feel his massive frame moving through the meadow, “You’ve got heatstroke. Where’s your fucking hat? You, stupid little girl,” he barked down at me. He was cross.

My head was against his chest and it lolled around with each sure step he took, “You smell nice,” I breathed into his T-shirted chest.

He continued taking long strides, gripping me tightly against his body. “What?”

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