Page 140 of Invisible String
“Yeah. Rainey Cano fits well.”
“Soon.” His lips find mine for a small, brief kiss.
“Yuck,” a small voice groans behind us.
The small boy rocks back and forth on his heels. His cute dimples indent as he smiles at me from ear to ear.
“Hi.” I wave.
“I’m Ben.” He extends his hand. “Your hair is pretty.”
“Benito, are you flirting with my girl?” Max teases him.
Ben’s cheeks turn to red, blushing little balls. I smack Max’s chest.
“Stop,” I muse to Max, then I kneel to Ben’s height. “Are you a boxer?”
He seems to be around four or five years old. He’s holding his gloves in one hand and his wraps in the other.
He nods. “Yes. I want to be like Max when I grow up.”
My chest tightens. Max might not realize it, but he’s a great role model.
Ben peers up at Max with his big, beautiful eyes. “Can you help me again?”
“Aw,” I say when Max squats to help Ben. Max ignores me, gushing over it. He wraps Ben’s hand, then the other.
“Is it too tight? You don’t want it too tight.”
“No, it’s fine.” Ben stands still, observing every move Max makes. “Can you train me when I’m older?”
“Yeah, I can. Do you think you can handle me?” Max laughs when Ben nods. He’ll be a great father someday. I can’t wait for that.
“What?” Max asks when Ben walks toward the group of kids his age.
“Nothing.” I grin, running my fingers over the hard lines on his chest. “You are so handsome, and you’re great with kids. Can’t wait for us to have our own someday.” My voice carries a hint of seduction, weaving through the air like a soft melody that dances on the edges of words, inviting and coaxing. I’m so turned on at this point. From defending me in front of another woman clearly obsessed with him to walking shirtless, then speaking words of marriage to me, being cute with kids. My ovaries are about to burst.
His breath fans my nape, and my pulse leaps. “Speak to me with that tone when referring to us having kids, will only result in me locking us up in the back room. That tone, mixed with having kids, is like waving a green flag at me.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
“If that’s what you want, I’m happy to oblige. Just say the word, and I’ll take you home and pleasure you until there’s another version of us growing in you.”
Oh.
My heart is about to gallop into a bed of rose petals. Heaven’s sake, it doesn’t help that he’s shirtless and his shorts hang loose. “Umm…maybe we should wait until marriage,” I blurt. I really don’t care what comes first. At this moment, I’ll make a rational decision and have him screw me in the car.
His husky laugh gives me goosebumps. “We live in Vegas,amor mío. We can easily go through the drive-thru marriagechapel and be married in ten minutes and have you pregnant in the next twenty minutes.”
I’m about to hyperventilate all in a good way. Why do we have to have this conversation surrounded by men punching things and people when all I want to do is slide his shorts down and have my way with him?
“How romantic,” I breathe out. My eyes probably have hearts in them.
“Max,” Carlos calls out.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I’ll be right there,” he shouts. “We’ll continue our baby-making conversation later. How about dinner tonight? I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Think of the place,” he says, kissing my knuckles. “Do you want to stay?”
I had a strong urge to visit Hector’s house, but that’s something I can easily postpone until tomorrow. Right now, I’d much prefer to offer my support to Max by staying here with him. The way hope lights up his face is absolutely endearing, so cute, like a lighthouse.
