Page 24 of Invisible String
“Yeah, you only read one or two chapters.” He leans back on the sofa. “Did you finish the book?”
“No, I wanted to finish it with you.”
His face stays neutral. I want to kick myself in the butt for sounding so incredibly ridiculous.
“I didn’t want to read on. I wasn’t sure if you’d come back, and after some time passed, I forgot about the book until now.”
I really didn’t forget. It’s on my bookshelf. The thought of reading it didn’t sit well with me because I knew my mind would drift off to him. It was always, “What happened to him?”
“Maybe you should read it. Tell me what happened to Meg? Wasn’t that her name?”
I pull out my phone, and it’s a good thing I have the Kindle app. I’m always reading on my phone.
“Let’s find out,” I say while searching for it, and then I download it. Max lies on the sofa with his head on the armrest. His long legs touch my thighs. Well, his sock-covered feet. “Okay, I downloaded it.”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean by what?” I ask, confused.
“How do you download it? Like, is it pirated?”
My eyes widen. “No, you dummy. It’s an ebook.”
He peers up at me, one brow raised.
“It’s a book you buy online, and it saves on your phone.”
“Huh,” is all he says.
“You really don’t read books?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, don’t have time for that, but I don’t mind you reading to me.”
My head flops onto the opposite armrest of the sofa. My legs go between his. He says nothing about it. “Then let’s get started, shall we? We’ll start from the beginning.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
MAX
The sunlight pours in through the gaps of the open blinds. Sharp pressure crushes my ball sack. I try to cup them, but I grip a fist full of hair instead. Lifting my head slightly, Rainey’s head is on my crotch, and her arms wrap around my thigh. All I remember is her reading the first three chapters. Then I drifted off. They were fucking long chapters too, but it was the sound of her voice that calmed me. I’ve never felt a sense of tranquility in my life. As to why I suggested she stay the night, it’s also because if I see Peter close to her, I’ll rip his face off. The feral beast in me wants her close, wants to feel her breath, her skin on mine. I was so close to tasting her again until her friend showed up, which was good becausewecan’t get close. The taste of her lips will only consume my need for her.
She moans into my junk, moving her head sideways, rubbing all over it.
Fucking hell.
She’s in a deep sleep. My gaze goes to her lips—pouty and suckable. Her hair flops to the side. She’s beautiful. I saw her beauty from the very first time, but now, as a woman, she’s a breath of fresh air.
Blood rushes to my dick, and it grows under the weight of her. I try to maneuver her head by running my fingers through her hair, but she holds on to my leg tightly. The tip of my thumb caresses her soft cheek. Her eyes open slightly, then close. “Ugh, what time is it?” she groans. Then she snuggles into my junk. Damnit.
“Get off,” I say gruffly, holding the groans that want to vibrate in my throat.
“Hmm?”
“Sunshine, either get off my cock or suck it.”
She jumps off so fast that she rolls on the floor. Her eyes widen at my engorged package in my shorts.
“Oh God, I don’t know how I ended up there.” She points to it. “I fell asleep reading.” She looks away. “I’m so sorry. You must think I’m some perv.”
