Page 35 of Invisible String
“Rough… not at all. If anything, I loved it. You gave me more than one orgasm today. For one, I’ve never experienced one. It was pure bliss.” She licks her lips. “I can still feel you pulsing in me.” She knows how to give a man an ego boost.
“We have all night,” I tell her. “We’ll take a break.” The words echo in my head. ‘We have all night.’ Screwing all night. Yeah, it’s not something I should partake in, especially if I’m the one giving the idea. I should just go back to the cabin. Then she stands in just her skirt, her tits hanging heavy.
“Sounds like a plan.” She raises her brows. “I’m going to get a shirt since you wiped your cum with my shirt.”
Glancing at the cabin, I forgot about the enormous windows in the living room. They have no shades, so anyone could have seen us. Only the kitchen window has blinds. She walks up thestairs to the bedroom, and it takes everything in me not to follow her.
Max, calm your dick down.
Rainey turnson a movie for us. She suggested, “Let’s have a Netflix and chill night.” I assume that means, “Let’s watch a movie and cuddle.” I’m not sure how to do that. I want to be close to her, to hold her, but the heaviness of my body makes it difficult. Showing affection doesn’t come easily to me. When my mom first passed, my father became a robot. So, from that day on, I was not keen on affection.
I sit on the recliner, and Rainey lies on the other sofa. Her gaze goes to mine every chance she gets. I know what she wants me to do, all the things boyfriends do, but I’m not made for that.
“Should I make us some popcorn?”
My gaze catches her beautiful eyes. “Sure,” I utter while raising the volume of some romance movie calledThe Notebook.
“I can’t believe you haven’t watched this movie. It’s one of my favorites,” she claims over the sound of the microwave.
I can’t say I sit around and watch romance movies by myself. I glance at the TV, where Noah is back, and she’s engaged to another man. That must suck, poor bastard.
Rainey returns with a bowl of popcorn. “Do you mind if I sit here?” She points at my lap. “So we can share.”
I pat my lap for her to sit. She leans into my arms with one of my arms draped around her shoulder. She snuggles in, and I guess this is what she wanted—to cuddle, if this is cuddling.
We stay like this throughout the movie, which has about thirty minutes left. The feeling of her exposed skin has me craving to have her beneath me once again. My fingers trail on her bare skin, causing goosebumps in her wake. Her lips part with the friction of my touch. I move higher, and it’s a plus that she’s still pantyless. I play with her body when she rests her head on my shoulder. I swipe front to back, rewarding myself with a moan from her. “You’re beautiful, sunshine,” I whisper in her ear. “Nunca ha visto a alguien tan hermosa como tú.” My words carry truth. I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as her. The tip of my tongue traces around the top of her ear.
A sniffle comes from her, causing me to turn her toward me. “What happened? Did I do something?” Tears flow down her cheek.
“Sorry, Max, I feel like a lunatic. I’m turned on as hell, sweating like a pig with the heat of your hands. Then this sad part of the movie always gets me.”
I peer toward the TV. It’s the part where he dies next to her.
“I promise I’m not having hot flashes or going through menopause. I’m far too young for that.”
My lips curl up into a closed-mouth smile. I wipe the tears from her beautiful face. “I guess that’s a good thing,” I say, turning the TV off. “How about you read to me, and in return, I’ll make you feel better?” I hand Rainey her phone, which is next to me, on the end table.
“So, you do likeThe Thorn Birds?”
My shoulder lifts. “It’s interesting. I feel bad for Frank. I’ll admit I like his character. From what we’ve read so far, it seems Meggie will be falling for the father.”
“I agree. I love Frank, and I feel deeply for him. He’s so sweet to his sister.” Rainey scrolls through her phone, searching for the app where she has the book downloaded. “Max, can I ask you something? And be honest?”
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I answer, “Of course…I’ll try to be honest.” And that’s the truth—I’ll try. If she asks about my personal life, I can only say so much.
“Did you ever think of me throughout the years?” She looks up from her phone. “If you didn’t, that’s fine.” She laughs wryly.
I rub my thumb between her legs. “I did.” All the fucking time. During the darkest moments, she brought me peace and light. My sunshine. She was my source of strength and hope during the chaotic times. I can’t tell her that. It’s difficult for me to open up and express my true feelings. Words always stay at the tip of my tongue and in my head.
“Really?” Her brown eyes widen.
I nod.
“Yeah, I did.”
“So did I, Max. I always wondered how you were doing and if I’d ever run into you. You were my first crush. Lana would say I was crazy. Maybe I was.” She plays with the hem of her shirt. “From that moment you walked into my school. There was something about you. I don’t understand it. God, I sound cheesy, huh? So cliche.”
“You don’t.” I insert two fingers, and she gasps. “Read, Rain.”
