Page 31 of Boundaries

I snorted abruptly; his confidence was unshakeable. “Keep telling yourself that Boyd. Now you’ve arrived, I think the party is over, for me anyway,” I snorted with disgust.

“Relax, you’re so fucking uptight,” Boyd shot back.

I fought the urge to smack him around the head, “Around you and your brothers, that’s a good thing,” I returned slyly.

“Suck my dick.”

“No thank you. God knows where that thing has been.”

Boyd was of those immature morons that still twanged girls’ bra straps. He was such a twat.

An unpalatable thought swam into my head, as I wondered fleetingly if Nixon was there with Jenna somewhere. Boyd did say all the McKenna boys were there.

Boyd peeled his sunglasses off and tilted his annoying fucking head to one side.

“Ah, don’t be like that. Things are about to get much more interesting,” Boyd said with a grin and a flick of his head, looking sickeningly pleased with himself. He motioned behind me and I didn’t need to look to know who stood there. The Mason proximity alarm in my skull started to whirr with looming dread. Would I ever be free of the clowns that were the McKenna boys?

OMG, would he mention the kiss? One could only hope not and I’d deny that fucker anyway. I had to keep my mask in place. That tough girl, I projected to everyone. I wouldn’t allow Mason to reveal my weakness.

Chris uncurled his hideously pale body from his seat, as he stared over my shoulder at the vision that was no doubt, Mason. “Mase! The man himself. You want a cold one bro?” he shouted across me.

It was like a movie star was standing there. I remained seated and slid my hand across the small space to link fingers with Alex.

“Nah, I’m good. Is Jax here?” Mason questioned in a rough, raspy voice.

Who the heck was Jax?

Alex’s fingers moved from his phone and curled protectively around mine and I was thankful for that.

Chris lowered himself back into his seat again and turned to shoot a quick grin at Rachel, who was three sheets to the wind; had been since lunchtime. Bloody lush.

“Nah, Jaxon’s still on tour,” Chris replied, dashing his hand through his girly-like hair.

On tour? Was Jax or Jaxson a rock star or something? My nose scrunched, had I heard that name before?

Mason joined his brother which shook off that thought. He wore black shorts and was bare-chested and holy shit! The guy should come with a fucking warning, I hoped my tongue wasn’t hanging out. I flipped my glasses back over my eyes with my free hand and squeezed Alex’s fingers. I certainly didn’t want to be caught in mid-ogle and incriminate myself. My body suddenly stood up and took note. My mind totally didn’t agree with its reaction.

A strange sensation entered my system like a dose of a lethal injection and my breasts felt heavy. My breath quickened slightly and I could feel my cheeks getting warm. What the hell was that about? Had someone spiked my drink with the essence of Mason?

From behind the safety of my glasses, I could not pull my gaze away. A handful of uncensored thoughts sashayed through my mind. That memory of that mouth on mine.

He’d been naked from the waist up at the fight, but it had been dark and I’d been spooked. Mason’s body was unreal. In the soft glow of the sunshine, it looked even better than the other night. He stood there tall and broad-shouldered without an ounce of fat on his perfectly sculptured frame. His chest held a light smattering of dark hair and why the hell did I suddenly want to run my fingers over it? How much had I drunk?

His pectoral muscles were flawlessly crafted, those male nipples of his, suddenly appealing to my lips. Mason’s stomach held a full six-pack and then some and his legs were strong and corded with muscle, that fine dark hair also covered the skin there. You could see faint bruising on his ribs, which he would have gotten from the fight. He was like sex on legs and was now calling to every part of my being. WTF? I needed to get a grip and fast. I reminded myself that he was a bastard and we hated each other. Irrespective of the fact that we’d played tongue tennis.

I needed to get the fuck out of there. My nipples were suddenly hard and were probably poking through the tiny bit of nothing that was my bikini top. I so wanted to cross my arms over my chest, but I didn’t. That would draw attention.

“So, how’s things? You, OK man? Good fight the other night. What do you bench now?” Chris cooed like a proper kiss-ass. Just ask him for his fucking autograph and be done with it, you sap! I had never witnessed one man crawling up another man’s arse so quickly. I wanted to yank Chris’s shorts down so I could see what a man with a vagina would look like. The thought made me chuckle, which drew a brief, sharp look from Mason.

I turned away, tuning them out, my nose wrinkling with disgust at my body’s attraction to the man of my nightmares, “I’m hungry, you want a burger?” I whispered to Alex. I didn’t want to be anywhere near the McKenna boys, especially when I’d had a few. Strange things came out of my mouth when I was in the presence of these guys, even when I was sober. I also needed some space to establish what the hell was going on with my libido. I was desperate, I had to be.

Alex smiled, “Please, whatever you’re having. Want me to come with?”

Mason, Boyd, and Chris were all in conversation about the illusive Jax and weight lifting, Rachel was trying to keep her eyes open and Betty and James were now all over each other. Proper going at it. Yuck.

“Nah, I’m good. Need a walk to clear my head.” And have a word with my body about its traitorous behaviour.

As I pushed to my feet, I stretched my limbs. I’d been seated for too long. From my hiding place behind my glasses, I could see I’d drawn both Mason’s and Boyd’s attention. Mason looked up and down my body like the feast was his to taste, and the knowledge of him watching me in that way made my tummy flip-flop. Something else that was new? To be honest, everything was at that point.

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