Page 146 of Invisible String
“Oh, titties,” she breathes out.
“What? I like your titties.”
She points. “You came twice, Max, and your thingy practically points at me. It’s hard as steel.”
I shrug. “I told you to go to bed. I’m still not done, Rain. I’m going to get you all dirty again. Making sweet love to you.”
She leans in the doorway. Naked. “I like getting dirty with you.”
“Yeah, baby?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
Without missing a beat, I take her to bed and repeatedly show her how grateful I am to have her in my life, and that she’s the woman I’ll always need—the only one. Life gives you a perfect, beautiful, good woman. You keep her, treasure her, worship her, love her, and put a fucking ring on that finger. Wife her up.
It’s beena week and four days since I’ve been in Canyon Creek, Utah, way up in the forest without my girl and surrounded by a grumpy Carlos who can’t find his coffee mug. Xander, who’s been murderous for the past weeks, has a Pitbull face that would have children hide under their beds. He relieves whatever tension is crawling up his ass by jerking off in the bedroom next door, followed by some bear-growling snores. You would think the cabin walls came with surround sound. Leo calls every couple of hours asking questions about what’s happening in the office and why I fired Roxy. Even though Rainey said to keep her, why would I want a woman who fought to get in my pants?
“Two more days,” I murmur to no one. Bending at the waist, I catch my breath. We just went on a two-hour jog, in between dropping to do pushups.
“Damn, running at high altitude is tough,” Xander groans. Xander is not a training pro yet, but Carlos needed him here to spar with me. The other guys’ training with us left a couple of days ago.
“Yeah,” I say, spitting on the ground—nothing but birds chirping around us. We passed a group of deer along the way. “How’s everything going?”
“Not good, my little sister was taken from my mom.” Xander looks away, his jaw clenching.
“What can I do to help?”
“Thanks, but I need to figure it out.”
I nod, understanding. As a man, we feel we need to fight our own battles. “If you ever need anything, I’m here.”
He fist bumps me. “Gracias,bro. You’ve done enough. I appreciate it.”
Carlos walks past us while on a call.
“Seeing anyone?” I ask, since I’ve been hearing his damn moans. Gross.
“Nah, no one. I don’t have the time for relationships. I’m all for a quick fuck. No attachment from the other party.”
That explains his jerking off. The asshole needs more than a quick fuck.
“How are things with you and Rainey?” he asks.
“Good. I have my girl back. I don’t plan on ever letting her go.” My voice comes out in a predatory deep tone. When it comes to Rainey, I go all feral to protect her.
Xander’s husky laugh shakes the birds out of the trees. “Dang, you have it down bad. Jokes aside, I’m happy for you. She brings a smile out of you. I didn’t think you had one.”
I roll my eyes at him playfully. “She does,” I admit. She always has. Rainey has been the solace in my fucked-up life. My reason to get out of bed every morning all these years, even when she wasn’t around, and I didn’t know where to find her. Thevision of her beautiful smile, her voice, and the hope of finding her gave me peace. I accomplished what I wanted, getting Rainey to fall in love with me. Although she never lost the feeling of loving me, I needed her to trust me. When I get back to Vegas, it’s time to pay her father a visit. It’s time she knew the truth. I’ve given him ample time to tell her. I don’t think he will, so that leaves me to spill it out.
We both walk into the rather large cabin. It’s peaceful here. I wish Rainey had come. I begged her to travel with me. She didn’t fold; she said she would distract me. Yeah, of course she would, but I need her next to me to know she’s safe. I didn’t mention the vehicle following us. I just let Johnny know and told his team to be on alert.
“I’ll get the grill started,” Carlos says over his shoulder, pulling a tray of steaks out.
“Okay, I’m heading to the shower,” I announce as I make my way to the bedroom, the floor creaking beneath my shoes. I pull out my phone from my sweatpants pocket and text Rainey.
Me: Amor mío, what are you doing?
I setthe phone on the dresser and removed my soaked, sweat-covered shirt. The phone beeps with a new message.
