Page 169 of Invisible String
“Ditto, baby.” He pats his lap. “Come here. I need you close.”
“I am. I’m next to you.”
He cocks his head, and one brow rises like: “you know what I mean.”
“Sit,corazón.”
No need to ask me twice. I’m always willing to sit anywhere on his body. The tip of his nose swipes the curve of my neck as he hums.
“Fourteen years. That’s how long I’ve known you—years of back and forth. I’m done with that shit.I choose you as my woman. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Don’t ever try to push me away, not now, not ever.” He sets every crazy strand of hair in place. “Like I said, we’ll get through the storm. I know you’re going to hurt for a while, and your head is not right, but you will get there. I hate to see you like this. I’ll be honest, there’s a part of me that feels guilty for pushing to tell you. There is no way I could put a ring on your finger and start a life with you when I’m holding a secret. It’s fucked up. I would never do that to you. Especially when it’s about you.”
My hands always move like they have a mind of their own. Guilt is not something I want him to feel. It’s me who should carry the weight he’s done for years. “Max, don’t regret telling me. I needed to know. I’m twenty-five. I think they kept it from me because they never intended for me to know. If they decided to make fake photos, then I’m sure their plan was for me to never find out.” I’m pretty sure one reason they kept it from me was because of Max. My father always felt he was below us. “It’s hard for me, but I’m glad you told me, regardless of what I’m feeling.”
Goosebumps form on his chest as the brush of my hand roams over his chest. Max means well, and I love him for trying to help me feel better. No one understands the betrayal of lies my parents kept from me or the grief of losing a life I want to remember. There are so many emotions I’m battling with. I want to know who the little girl Sol was. Is she like me, like how Max says she was? If my adoptive parents loved me enough, they would have told me. They loved me, but I have a feeling it’s not like how my birth parents loved me. And that’s a hard fucking pill to swallow.
“I’m here, baby, for you, for anything you want to talk about.”
I nod. I know he is, but it’s something I need to figure out on my own. He’s been through a lot, and the last thing he needs to deal with is my fucked-up shit. I don’t want to be his trigger.
The only thing I need right now is to feel the warmth of his body underneath me. He was gone for two weeks. I missed him like crazy. The flat part of my tongue glides over every part of his neck. I suck, leaving my mark. He doesn’t stop me. If anything, he loves it. Strong hands grip my butt. Have I mentioned how much I relish his hands all over me? Max’s head falls back, allowing more access. The bob of his Adam’s apple is so sexy when he swallows—that’s where I suck. Sweatpants on Max should be a sin, especially when his bulge is close to ripping the material.
Desperate to touch him, I slip my hands into his pants and pull it out. Thick and hard.
“Rainey,” he moans.
“Don’t call me that right now.” Rainey feels like a fake name. They changed my name but kept my birthday. At least that’s real.
“Mi amor, you need to rest. We can do this when you’re feeling a little better.”
Fluid leaks from him, and I use it to lubricate him. He wants me just as much as I want him. Our bodies never refuse one another. “Are you rejecting me, denying what I want?”
“Never, baby. Take what you want. I’m yours.”
“I need you right now. How bad do you want me?”
“So fucking bad.” He undresses me with his eyes. Always giving me bedroom eyes. “If it’s what you need, then I’ll kiss the pain away, nice and slow, so you can feel how much you mean to me, how much I love you. I’ll do it forever, even when you’re whole again, because I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m here for you.”
This man takes my breath away. He might be a grumpy guy at times, but there’s softness in him that few will see. Eagerly, I take off my pajama top, revealing my swollen breasts. His green eyes eat them up. Moans vibrate from our chests as I stroke him, and he sucks on my sensitive nipples. “Would you find me in a crowded room?” I ask.
“Yes, I have already and always will. If the question you’re asking is if I lost my memory, would I find you? Yes, baby, just like your heart led you to approach me all those years ago, so would mine. Remember, invisible strings tied us together.”
It was a very visible gold string for him, but for me, it was invisible because I didn’t know how tied up we were, which makes it more special than I had presumed. I had been upset. I didn’t recognize him, but he’s right, my heart did. The pull was strong.
A tear sounds in my shorts, causing Max to wince. He sometimes underestimates his own strength, resulting in my shorts or underwear ripping when he pulls them off. “Always soaking.”
Thick fingers thrust at my entrance. Our lips sink into a desperate hunger. Wild and rough. My hips rock to his speed. My man knows how to work my body, which no one else can do.
“I’m going to ride you,” I breathe out, panting from his soul tongue sucking. “Like a sports car.”
He laughs. “Oh, yeah.”
“Yeah, I’ll ride you real fast. Like an Aston Martin.”
“You’re a reckless driver,” he quips.
Hums rumble from my chest, his fingers still working. “You like me reckless in bed.”
“I do,” he says, pulling his fingers out.
