Konnor finds me as Bronson and I wait for Max to leave the shower block. Konnor eyeballs Bronson, his closeness to me, the licks of ink crawling up his neck and down his hands, his staunch stance. There is a confidence to The Butcher Boys that can't be described. It is in their faces, their posture, and their eyes. Bronson's confidence is accompanied by mischief, while Max's is by warning.
"Did you hire a bodyguard?" Konnor asks, wiping sweat off his brow.
I rush to him and we embrace. He lifts my feet off the ground and spins me. "How's my beautiful sister?"
"How's my beautiful brother? I've missed you."
He places me on the ground. "Well, for once, I'm the one at home. You're the one who is always away."
Feeling Bronson behind me, I get a tingle of shame. "Sorry. This is Bronson. Have you two met?"
With a cool grin on his face, Bronson leans in and offers Konnor his hand. "No. I haven't had the honour. You must be the brother. Slater, am I right?"
Konnor looks at Bronson's hand and then takes it. Their shake is firm. "Yeah."
My breathing becomes a little shallow as I observe their interaction. I glance from one man to the other. Konnor's clearly wary, but Bronson's grin is charismatic and easy going.
Konnor looks back at me, his gaze going down to the slither of skin peeking out between my jeans and shirt. "You look all grown up."
My hands fumble with the hem before pulling it down. "I've beenall grownup for a while."
He sighs. "You just look...different."
"I'm not," I assure him.
Konnor reaches for the corner of my mouth and wipes something off. He shows me his finger, which has a bit of tomato sauce on it. "At least you still eat like you."
My face radiates heat. "Oh my God! Bronson, why didn't you tell me I had sauce on my face?"
Bronson laughs. "I thought you were saving it for Max."
Konnor cringes at Bronson's words, but doesn't comment. Two pretty girls approach Bronson and he gives them his attention while I catch up with my big brother.
"You were so good," I say, gazing up into his lovely emerald-green eyes. "You look so good. So strong."
He grins, his boyish double dimples on display. "Thanks, Pipsqueak. I feel pretty good."
"Cassidy feels good too," Max taunts, walking toward us. He stops just shy of Konnor and looks down his nose.
I frown up at him. "Menace, stop it."
"With that, I'm out of here." Konnor wraps me in his big arms and squeezes. He speaks into my hair. "I love you, sis. Come home soon and spend some time with us."
As Konnor walks away, I turn to face a cocky looking Max. "Why? Why do that?"
"I can’t help it. He's so easy to wind up." Max pulls me to him and presses his lips to mine. My mouth opens for him, allowing his tongue entry. I never can stay mad at him. He's playful. I consider for a moment whether he's being playful with Konnor, treating him like he does his own brothers. Taunting harmlessly. I wonder whether he knows any other way to interact... I'm not sure... because now I'm being dragged back to Max's tongue. And my legs buckle. And he lifts me to straddle his waist. "Excuse us," he says against my lips as he walks us towards the toilet block.
We move into the disabled bathroom and he locks the door behind us. He's impatient, rushed—as if lust has been building through him for hours and is now ready to erupt. He unbuttons my jeans while I run my fingernails down the taut muscles of his abdomen.
"Did you like watching me play?" he says against my lips.
I'm already moaning and rubbing myself against him. "Yes."
He spins me to face the mirror. I grip the cold ceramic sink with both hands as he yanks my jeans and knickers down. They bunch around my ankles. He pulls me towards him and kneels behind me, his tongue licking my lips from behind.
"Begme, Cassidy."
"Max,please." I push back into his face, inviting him totake what he wants. I can’t believe how shameless I am with him.
