Page 43 of Invisible String
I nod. “I will. I’ll see you.”
Getting in my car, I stare at the damn ugly gray duct tape around the mirror, holding it up. I shake my head, laughing. This woman needs driver education classes all over again.
I consider using some of the money I have from selling the ring to purchase a new one. But for now, I’ll have to make do with the tape until I can find a replacement at a nearby junkyard. The engine roars to life as I pull out of the parking lot.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m driving in our shared driveway. I groan when I see Rainey in a bright yellow swimsuit, washing her car, and dancing to music. Her hips sway and her ass up, bending to reach the hard spots at the bottom of the vehicle. Her light skin glistens in the sun. My heart races at the sight of her. My emotions are hard to understand.
When she hearsmy car roll up, she turns, smiling from ear to ear. It’s beautiful and breathtaking. I cut the engine off and walked toward her. My gaze eats her up like a cobra ready for its next meal. I’m grateful that thick woods and winding roads shield the cabins from prying eyes.
“Hey, handsome, how did your day go? I woke up without you, but I’m grateful for the note.”
I left her a note that I was heading to the gym. I didn’t want her to think I ran out on her. It’s not like we’re a couple, but it’s common courtesy. Her wet, soapy hands are on my chest. She smells of sweet summer flowers. Okay, and maybe I like dish soap right now. Gently, her lips feather mine.
“I missed you,” she breathes into me.
My tongue forces its way into hers, devouring her perfect set of lips. My hands go to her toned ass. The bikini bottom only covers her ass crack. Giving it a good squeeze, she moans. With significant force, I pull away. If I don’t, I’ll end up mounting her.
Answering her question, “It was good. I needed to release some pent-up testosterone.”
“Huh, I thought you released plenty last night. You were like the Trevi Fountain.”
My body shakes with uncontrollable laughter, and it’s one of the greatest feelings to let loose with her. She has the ability to make me feel things no one has been capable of doing. She smiles, damn proud of herself.
When my laughter subsides, my thumb brushes her chin.
“You are too beautiful. Besides, you felt too good. You have me lose control.” The thought only has me hardened. “You’re washing your car?” I jut my chin to the soapy car. Doing my best to veer the conversation from shoving myself into her.
Rainey steps back, gesturing to the vehicle. “I woke up to my car shitted on by birds. It looked like it had some serious diarrhea.”
“That’s nasty.” My nose crinkles.
She bends to get the sponge from the bucket of soapy water. “It is,” she agrees.
“Here, let me do it. I’ll wash it for you.” I take the sponge from her. “I saw the stack of books you have. You can sit out here and read while I wash your car,” I offer, while removing my shirt so it won’t get wet. She’s seen my scars already and left some of her own from last night, clawing on my back while thrusting inside her. I would rather have her marks etched on my skin.
“If you say so…I don’t mind the view.” Her eyes light up with delight as they flit over my chest, a playful glint in her gaze. She had already hosed down the car, washing away the splatters of bird droppings that marred its surface. Now, it’s my turn to lather it with soap, working up a frothy sheen. I make my way around the car, methodically scrubbing every inch with a soapy sponge. Every dent and paint chip glinting in the sunlight tells the story of Rainey’s reckless drives.
Rainey returns with a book in hand. She lies on a lounger, legs crossed. She reads her book with an intense focus. I catch her gaze as many times as mine goes to hers. Rico’s words ring in my mind. If he’d known about my dad, he would have taken me in, but at the thought, I can’t help but think of Rainey. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be.
“Hey, professor. How’s it going?”
My brows furrow as Rainey approaches him whileIget us a drink from the ice chest. After washing her car, we thought going to the lake and basking would be great. Now I’m second-guessing it. My hands roam the ice chest while my gaze is on Rain and the Professor. Is he the one she flashes her tits at? By the way, he’s looking at her, it tells me he has a thing for her.
“We’re not in school. Call me Alex,” he purrs.
Jealousy I’ve never experienced roots out of me. This does not compare to how I felt with Peter. This is an older man, maybe eight years older. Obviously, he has a career. He’s interested in her. He can give so much that I can’t—one in particular,Love.
“Oh, okay. Alex. How’s your summer going?” Rainey asks.
The guys he’s with eyes Rainey as well, and I don’t blame them. She’s beautiful. Her body shimmers in the sunlight.
“I’m doing good. Just here with friends, enjoying the sun. We rented a cabin and plan to grill later if you want to come.”
Fuck that. My body tenses up, and I rise to my feet, prepared to unleash my anger on him like a punching bag. My blood pressure instantly rises as I clench my fists, ready to assert myself and put him in his place.
My arm goes around Rainey’s waist, pulling her closer.Possessively.
Alex’s gaze drifts toward me. He might be some nerdy professor, but I have the upper hand regarding strength and a built physique. And the fact that we have history. I can take allthese guys out with one swift move. No one could protect her like I could.
