Page 48 of Invisible String
“Why the fuck do you care, Max? At the lake, you said you weren’t jealous. Besides, I saw you with her.”
His eyes squint, and his head juts back. “You saw me with who?”
“The girl who just left.” I gesture to the door. Then I look at his cheek, which needs to be scrubbed and maybe bleached.
“She’s the daughter of the club owner. She was here, working out.” He peers at me like I’m stupid. Like it didn’t look like anything. She has his number, and they have some kind of history.
“So you know her?” On a deeper level, I want to ask.
He throws his stuff into his bag. “I do. Her parents were friends with mine when I lived here as a small kid. I hadn’t seen her since I was five or six. I don’t remember much about her. Just that I played with her brothers and sisters.”
So I was right; he knows her, and now she wants to catch up. “Oh,” is all I say.
“You didn’t answer me,” he says. “Why did you go to his place, especially dressed like this?” Veins bulge in his temple.
“I was bored. You left. I figured I’d go to hang out. I thought other people from school would be there.”
He cups his chin. “You thought it would be good to wear a tight little skirt that fits you like skin that shows every curve of your body.” Angry, a muscle twitches at the corner of his eye.
I lick my lips nervously, my pulse racing. “I didn’t think…I didn’t go to impress anyone. Only a few people were there.”
His gorgeous green eyes devour my body. He cocks a brow. “No, you didn’t think,tesoro.” His big, heavy hands caress the lateral slope of my body to my hips. “Did you let him touch you?” A growl rumbles low in his throat.
“No, he didn’t touch me.”
“You look too fucking sexy. I want to bend you over in every direction and lick and suck you down, then have you scream my name. That’s what all men there were thinking.” His hands climb their way up my skirt. “Is that what you wanted?”
My lips press into a straight line to prevent a moan from escaping. His touch feels too good. I shake my head. He hooks my panties down. His finger brushes my center.
“Good.” He towers over me but slightly bends to nibble on my neck. Possessiveness radiates off of him.
I take a deep breath, letting the tingling sensation spread throughout my entire body. As he licks my racing pulse, I release my breath in a long exhale.
“I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine,” he adds.
“Max,” I moan when he hooks his fingers. When I finally get my footing, I push him back slightly, but he’s as hard as a stone. “I’m not yours.”
His lips twitch. “Si tú supieras.”
I don’t know what that means, but I do need to start carrying a Spanish dictionary with me. “What does that even mean?”
He ignores me and tries to get his fingers back to where they were at. Stepping back, I slip my underwear back on. His brows furrowed, not pleased.
“It means ‘if you only knew.’”
“Only knew what?”
“Nothing,” he retorts.
“You’re not touching me anymore, Max. Not when you’re going to hang out with another woman. And you gave her your number. I’m not the type of girl who sees guys that screw around.”
His head tilts to the side, almost as if he’s confused. “Are you talking about Annette?”
I cross my arms around my waist. “If that’s the bitch’s name, who laid a kiss on your cheek? Then yeah.”
A smile curves on his lips. “Are you jealous?”
You know what? Fuck him. I turn to leave, but he grabs me by the waist. I hate that I love the feeling of his touch.
