Page 38 of Invisible String
I punch the mattress. “Damn right, you should.” I’m not sure if he’s telling the truth, if it was an accident, what caused it, or if it was someone else. Maybe one day he’ll tell me.
He laughs but stops when his gaze rolls over my naked body. “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I? It’s easy to lose control when I’m inside you.”
“I’m sore, but I’m fine,” I admit, running a finger down his chest to his V-line. The sheets slide even farther, giving me a remarkable view of his package.
He taps my ass. “Will a shower feel better?” He looks around the bedroom. “Or do you have a bathtub?”
“Yup…I do have a bathtub.” My lips go into a straight line. I keep my eyes from darting downward.
“Do you have a bath bomb? Is that what you use?” His brows go up, confused.
Obviously, he’s never done this, and I admire him for it. He slides off the bed in all his glory.Good gracious.This man does not lack confidence, I’ll tell you that. All the running and workouts he does in the morning have paid off. He slips his boxers on and walks to the joint restroom in my room. I hear the water running and Max going through the basket of bath bombs my mom bought. What worries me is that I’m falling deeper for him, and this is no crush. It’s love.
The night drive upthe winding road to a secluded spot on the cliff feels enchanting. Cool, refreshing air rushes through the open windows, brushing my cheeks and bringing the distant lake’s salty scent. The rhythmic hum of the Nova’s engine accompanies the soft forest in the gentle breeze, creating a harmonious symphony that makes the journey feel almost otherworldly. I stick my head out of the window and yell,enjoying the way the sound reverberates back to me. The mirror is still dangling by a cord, reminding me of my horrible driving.
Max’s husky laugh gets my panties wet. “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman plays. I sing the song, feeling free.
“It’s beautiful up here,” I tell Max, my voice tinged with awe as I try to catch my breath.
He eases the car to a stop, and we sit in silence for a moment, absorbing the scene before us. The mountain rises majestically, its peak crowned with a dusting of snow that glistens in the sunlight. Below, the lake stretches out like a sheet of glass, reflecting the vibrant hues of the moon and the lush greenery surrounding it. A gentle breeze rustles the pine trees, adding a whisper to the tranquil atmosphere.
“Yeah, it’s nice.”
My poor heart skips like crazy as Max drags my hand onto his lap.
“Do you mind if I smoke a joint?” His lips form a line as if I’m a mother going to scold him.
“Max, you don’t need to ask me.”
“Sure, I do. If the smell bothers you, I would like to know.”
I wave a hand. “It’s fine.”
He pops the glove compartment. He pulls out a baggie with two joints and a lighter. Lana and I went to a couple of parties and smoked. It’s not like I’m new to it. He lights it up, takes a hit, and then opens the car door. He leans against the hood of the car. I follow. How in the hell does he look sexy doing it?
“Pass it over.” My voice comes demanding, which causes his brows to rise.
He presses his lip to it, then inhales, turns, and lets the train of smoke out.
“No.”
“Why not? Do you not like to share?”
“I’m not going to be a bad influence on you, Rain.” He reaches for my hand again and lays it on his thigh. “Don’t move it.”
“Someone is bossy.” Not that I mind. I love his hands all over me. “Secondhand smoke, heard of that?”
He grumbles something under his breath. He’s about to put it out when I take it from his hands and take a hit. Then I take his mouth in mine and release the smoke into his mouth.
“Damn, I don’t know why, but I found that sexy.” He grins, taking the joint from my hand. He puts it out with his fingers.
“Hey,” I whine. He places me between his legs, and we both look up at the stars. It’s beautiful and so quiet here. The moonlight reflects on our faces. We stare at one another, and I wonder what goes through his head at times. The way he looks at me is gentle, like a soft caress. A wolf howls in the distance. I jump, startled, wrapping my arms around Max. He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
“Come on, sunshine. Let's get in the car, you can sit on my lap. I have better things we can do.” He eye fucks me like always, closing the door behind us. “Take off the shorts. Fuck, just strip for me.”
I’m confident with my body, just shy around Max. It’s his heated lip-licking stare that has me blushing. He unbuckles his jeans.
“Always wet for me. Only me,” he says. It’s more of a statement than a question.
