Trying not to smile too hard, I rise onto my tippy toes and kiss his cheek. In an instant, I'm lifted to straddle him and he leans back into his car, touching me everywhere he can. His fingers move around my body, exploring and groping. I try to push him away subtly, but he's hell-bent on proving a point.
"Max," I plea between kisses. "Don't."
Konnor growls. "Do you mind not dry humping my sister in front of me?"
Max gradually lowers me to the ground.
Tucking me behind him, he heads straight for Konnor. "You're fucking lucky, Slater. You should stay out of the District. It doesn’t agree with you."
Konnor steps toward him and they get within an inch of each other. I hold my breath.
"This is my town too, Butcher!"
Max laughs, but it's not kind. "This isdefinitelynot your town."
"You know nothing about me."
"I bet you wish that were true."
"What the hell does that mean?" Konnor shuffles his feet. "You think you know something about me?"
"What's your problem with me, Slater?" Max levels him with a smirk. "Is it because I've made out with your girlfriend or because I know what your sister feels like from the inside?"
Oh my God!
Before I have a chance to react, Konnor throws his fist into Max's face. Grunts of pain spit from them both. Max shoves Konnor in the chest. Konnor hits the grass hard, a winded sound expelling from him. Scowling, Max hovers over him. He presses his shoe to Konnor's chest and pins him to the grass.
"I'm not gonna hit you!" Max barks.
"Oh my God," I yell as I grab my enraged lover's arm, trying to pull him away from Konnor. But he's a solid wall of tense muscles. On the ground, Konnor looks pale and shaky, as though he might throw up. Tugging on Max's arm, I plead with him. "Please, let him stand up."
Max takes his foot off Konnor's chest and turns to face me. The lower part of his lip has a small gash in it. He searches my pained mien and winces, his eyes flashing a silent apology.
"Fuck," he growls, but I think that aggression is aimed at himself.
"Konnor," I hear Blesk call out and Konnor's glare instantly breaks.
Quickly standing, he yells, "I'm fine. We're fine. Max was just leaving."
Blesk appears at Konnor's side, flushed from the run across the grass and yet so naturally beautiful. Her blonde hair bounces around her full breasts as they rise and fall. I notice, of course,because I've always been jealous of big boobs. Her sunflower dress sways over her perfectly curvaceous thighs. She's taller than me, a few sizes bigger, flawlessly proportioned, and simply stunning. 'Is this because I've made out with your girlfriend?' And now I want to analyse Max's words until I go insane.
She smiles nervously at me. "I'm sorry. Konnor isn't himself."
"Blesk," Max says deadpan.
She barely glances up at him. "Max."
I throw my hands up. "You are both cavemen." I stare at Konnor. "Don't you ever hit him again!" Spinning to face Max, I say, "And you're a fricking menace."
Konnor clears his throat. "Just so we're clear, Butcher. I don't have a problem with you because you kissed Blesk once when you two were teenagers. I'm not insecure about our relationship. I have a problem with you because you walk around the District like you own the fucking place and be?—"
"I do own the fucking place."
"And because my little sister is way too good for you!"
Max smirks again. "At least we agree on something."
That throws Konnor completely off his train of thought. "Well... good." Suddenly, he cups his forehead. His legs wobble and then he's flat on his back again.
