"Your permission?"
"Cassidy, he knows you're Konnor's sister. He was fucking with you."
Max's world is a matrix of passive aggression. It reminds me of what Victoria said to Bronson:'It's a game of intimidation.'
I touch Max's cheek. "And now... Are you trying to make some kind of statement?"
A slight grin tugs his lips out into a dark, dangerous curve. "That's exactly what I'm doing."
"What's the statement?"
A vein in his neck bulges. "Not tofuckwith my things."
"Yourthings?"
He tilts his head at me. "Not to fuck with my girl."
"I thought you wanted to keep us on the DL."
Another little tug at his lips. "On theDL?"
"Yeah."
He lifts his beer to his lips. "That's not working out, is it?"
I shuffle on his lap. "Who were you trying to hide us from?"
"Questions, questions. Wanna know what I'm planning for you tonight?" He sets his beer down and pushes his fingers up my dress a few inches.
My breath catches. "Yes."
He watches my lips part and then drops his gaze to my breasts, my thighs, before slowly raising it back up. "I'm planning on being inside all of your pretty little holes."
I breathe out in a rush and squeeze my legs together, wanting that right now.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says, and I bite back a smile. "Stick your tongue out," he orders, his voice rough.
When I poke my tongue out, he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back. Crushing his mouth to mine, he sucks on my tongue and groans. His fingers get tighter in my hair as he draws my tongue into his mouth as if he wants to swallow it. Beneath my bum, I feel him growing hard.
Before we can go any further, someone clears his throat behind us. Startled, I lean away from Max, who frowns half-heartedly at his brother. Bronson twists the seat around beside us and straddles it backwards.
I look at him, covering my blushing cheeks and huge smile with my hands.
He grins at me. "I like you for my brother."
My hand goes to my lap. "Me too."
Bronson turns to Max. "So, Maxipad, why do you look like you're guarding a bunny from a pack of wolves?"
Max laughs and it's such a beautiful sound. "I am?—"
"I'm not sure I like being referred to as a bunny," I admit.
Bronson reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar tin. "Would you prefer to be a deer?"
I raise my eyebrows at him. "No."
He brings a cigar up to his mouth, letting it hang from his lower lip, as he says, "Cigar?"
