Page 15 of Boundaries

“Ignore him, Alex, you don’t have to answer,” I put in on his behalf, knowing that he wouldn’t want to lock horns with Mason. It appeared I was the only one that stupid.

“Fuck me, she even answers for you. Guess we know who wears the jeans there then,” Mason drawled with insulting ease, a lopsided smile on his face. I wanted to scratch him and mark that perfection.

“Piss off, Mason,” I responded with a sigh, rejecting all thoughts about his toned body and chiselled jaw.

He grunted, his eyes now glittering like two pools of promise.

“You got to first base with her yet Alex? I imagine not,” Seth slotted in with a leering expression.

“Look, we don’t want any trouble,” Alex said, ignoring the question and suddenly growing a pair. I was impressed. He turned in his seat slightly so he was half facing the trio, but his pose was still defensive.

“Then answer the question?” Seth shot back.

“It’s none of your business,” Alex snapped at Seth, who was of course the youngest and least threatening brother.

Mason suddenly grew in his seat; he’d taken Alex’s words personally.

“What did you say to me princess?” he volleyed back on his brother’s behalf with a half-amused, half-annoyed expression. Oh, dear.

“Please, just leave us alone,” I interjected, wanting to draw the heat off Alex. He gave me a thankful look.

Those dark penetrative eyes of the meanest McKenna were now pinned on me again. “I prefer your voice when you beg Amy, it’s less shrill.”

I had been dealing with this boy’s bullshit my entire life and I was getting tired of it. I took a sip of wine before shooting him a look. “I wasn’t begging, I was asking you to leave, in a polite way. Like civilised people do. We are not all animals.” His face darkened at my reference.

“You’re like a fucking broken record. You need some new material sweetheart.”

I placed my glass back on the table harder than I intended and the white liquid sloshed, mirroring my insides. “Don’t call me that. I’d rather eat my own eyeballs than be your sweetheart.”

Mason swirled the liquid around his beer, briefly dropping his gaze before lifting those eyes back to tangle with mine.

“You wouldn’t last a day with me Amy,” he said with a mean curl to his lip. I so wasn’t enjoying this conversation. They had all spoiled my night with Alex and then some.

“The thought of spending a day in your company, would be like the death sentence,” I rattled back. I was in good form and I surprised myself. Especially considering Alex was there and there were three of them.

Mason ignored me and turned his attention toward Alex again which wasn’t good.

“Don’t you ever feel the urge to gag her Alex?”

I choked out a laugh and answered before Alex could respond. He’d gone terribly pale.

“I don’t think so. It’s not our style.”

“I imagine you never get the urge to do anything with her,” Mason shot back, ignoring me; his focus still on Alex. Cheeky git, was he trying to say I was unattractive?

His gaze swung to mine, a deep chuckle coming from his chest. His sexy eyes now hooded.

“Not everyone is as kinky as you are Mason,” I said dryly.

“Really, how boring,” he replied before pressing his lips together.

The guy was sinfully gorgeous and under any other circumstances, it would have been easy to flirt with him.

“Nothing about our relationship is boring. We understand each other. Ours is a two-way street.” I inwardly cringed at how dull my reply made us sound.

“I seriously doubt that. Bet you bend over and take it from her all the time. That should be the other way around Alex, you should have put her in her place from the get-go,” Mason said, his narrowed gaze on my boyfriend. The other boys laughed in unison, trading dirty grins.

I diverted my eyes to Alex, who looked like he was going to throw up again.

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