Page 55 of Invisible String
“We’ll save that for later…tonight.”
“What’s tonight?”
“You said open gifts. I want to fuck you under that tree. Lights on. I want everyone to see how mine you are, Rainey. Regardless of whatever happens, you’ll always be mine,” he gropes my ass. “I want to taste every part of you with the tip of my tongue. Devour your body.” His gaze eats me up. “You make my body react in ways it never has. I know I do the same to yours.”
Yeah, he does. I’m still grinding on him. It’s like my body is not my own.
“I’ll make you come not once, not twice, and not even three times. Tonight, I’m positive it will be four. I mean, that’s how it always is. I just let you rest after the third time.” A wicked smirk crosses his face. “Not tonight,tesoro.”
Jesus Christ.
My orgasm floods a tsunami out of me. I bite my lip to hold the wild noise that wants to erupt in me. My head drops to his shoulder in embarrassment. I just soaked him. His hands on my ass, hard-on pressed onto me, and dirty talk is all it took. “Oh fuck, this went tits up,” I murmur.
His body shakes in a complete fit of laughter. I bite his shoulder for chuckling at me. “Hey.” He laughs harder. Finally, he controls himself. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s that my theory is correct. I can make you come so many times. It proves you can dry hump me and come without my touch.” He sweetly kisses my shoulder. “Now, let’s go get cleaned up. You made a mess of us.” He walks us up the stairs. “Look at me, Rainey.”
“No, it’s embarrassing.”
“Nothing embarrassing about it. I’m as hard as a stone. It’s leaking from just holding you in my arms.”
I lift my head to peer into his sparkling eyes that dance with lust. “Your words of promising to fuck me turned me on, and you’re hard.”
Max pecks my lips. “That was hot as hell. I don’t want to put you down. Unfortunately, we need to head to the boxing gym. We both need a distraction until tonight.”
My brows furrow. “We?” He’s been going to the gym since the night I showed up. I’ve never gone with him.
“Yeah, we. If you want to.”
He sets me on the bed, and a big, soaked spot is on his crotch. He slides his sweats off.Oh, heavens.Thick, erect, and springs free. Nonchalantly, he scrambles through the basket of clean laundry, looking for a pair of gym shorts. I groan, throwing my head back and covering my face. How can I not get turned on when he looks like this?
“You’re acting like you didn’t see it last night. When your pretty mouth was wrapped all around it.”
I take my hands off my face to peer at him. His shorts are on.
“Stop talking like that. You turn me on when you’re naked and hard in front of me.” Let’s face it: I get turned on anytime he’s in my presence. “I’ll go with you. I just need to shower.” I’m still wet and flustered.
“We can shower when we get back. I’ll even take the edge off for you while we’re at it.” I can’t wait.
As we enterthe bustling boxing gym, I am surrounded by men and women. The scent of sweat and determination fills the air as we make our way through the crowd. As soon asMax enters the room, all heads turn. His broad shoulders fill the doorway, and his commanding presence demands attention. With each step, he exudes confidence and power, and it’s clear that he’s in his element. His fingers lace with mine, and he holds his bag in his other hand. Max is back to being his broody self. That scowl makes it clear—he reserves that sweet side for me alone.
He drops his duffel on the bench. “I’m going to warm up by hitting the bag for five minutes, then I’m going to spar in the ring. You can sit here or stand by the ring. It’s up to you,” he says, opening his bag.
“Once you get in the ring, I’ll go watch you. I want to see what you got?—”
“Hey, Max.” A sugary voice laced with lust fills our space.
I turn to see who that voice belongs to. Of course, fucking Annette.
“Hey,” Max replies in his gruff voice, grabbing the wraps from his bag. He doesn’t look up at her.
She is beautiful with her caramel-smooth skin and wears elastic shorts, showing her toned legs. I’m envious of her athletic body. Although Max eased my worries about her, I can’t help but feel jealous.
“Dad was telling me you have a fight coming up. In a couple of months, right?”
A fight? I didn’t know he had a fight coming soon, and he didn’t tell me this, which stings. Why would he? We’ve been living in a fairytale world. Summer will wrap up, and I’ll have to head back, as will he. He did say he needed to find a job. I’m sure he’s running short on cash.
“I do,” he simply says, then his eyes go to me. “That’s why I’m borrowing the gym here until I return.”
“Oh, yeah. You need to train to be ready to kick ass.” She flutters her eyelashes at him. She pays me no attention. Herheart-shaped gaze licks his body. At this moment, I could give two shits if she is a great fighter and can kick my ass, but he is my man, and no one looks at him that way but me.
