Page 15 of Invisible String (The Underground #1)

MAX

A part of me didn’t want to eat dinner, although I was starving.

The taste of her lingered on my tongue. I wanted to savor it as long as possible.

Her body is like a tune you want to play on repeat.

As she bends down, desire surges through me—raw, unfiltered, and craving every part of her.

I didn’t care that she didn’t know I hadn’t gone down on a woman.

It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s that they get all touchy, and it’s not their touch I’ve wanted.

They were never the woman I had on repeat; all I needed was to get off.

It’s a unique feeling with Rainey. I crave the touch of her hands on my skin, and mine on hers.

“Max.”

Rainey’s soft voice takes me out of my trance.

She radiates with natural beauty. She leans against the vast kitchen island.

Her green skirt hugs her curves. The hem of the tank top rides up, showing her pierced belly button.

The slope of the shirt shows her breasts, and she blushes at the heat of my stare at her pointy nipples.

I toss the broom to the side. I was supposed to help her clean, but instead, my gaze ate her up. “Come here, sunshine.”

She strolls toward me. Rainey is not a shy girl, but with me, she always seems to turn a shade of red. She bites her lips.

My voice is rough and demanding as I utter the words, “I have to kiss you.” I’m aware that I probably shouldn’t even bring it up, knowing full well that once we start, we won’t be able to stop. But the intense attraction between us is like a wildfire that cannot be contained.

“I want you too, Max.”

Our lips collide in a wild hunger, and my hands gently press on her neck, controlling every movement. My greedy sunshine runs her fingers through my hair, pulling on each strand. With teeth crashing and tongues tangled, she moans into my mouth.

I hike her skirt, getting a stroke of her lacey underwear.

“I don’t want to stop.” Her lips skim mine, and our breaths mingle.

I’ve never wanted anything or anyone like I do now. Like hell I’m going to refuse anything this woman offers me. “Let’s not. I need to be inside you.”

Again, bad idea. I’m losing the battle to keep it in my pants.

I grab her from the waist and lift her. Her legs tangle around my middle, and our lips return to work.

I’ve never been intimate with a woman. This is all new to me.

I sit Rainey on the sofa, our breaths strangled. Eagerly, she fidgets with my belt.

“You want me inside of you that bad?”

She groans. “Neither of us is getting anywhere if we don’t get your belt off. Oh, my God, is it super glued to you?”

I laugh.

With some effort from both of us, she pulls my jeans down. Her eyes wander to my hard-as-hell erection. That only diffuses the lust within me, making me stroke it. She slaps my hand away, and I laugh.

“Let me,” she hums, licking it up and down.

Now, the truth is yes, sure, I’ve had a blowjob—but I made damn sure they kept their hands off. Rainey’s hands are all over me. As much as I wish it wouldn’t feel like heaven and hell, it makes me want to come instantly.

“Lie down, sunshine.”

“But—”

“I need to be inside you, Rainey. If I wait any longer, I will combust in that pretty mouth of yours.” When she lies down, I slide her skirt off, then her underwear.

I’ll have to remind myself to take them with me.

She rushes to take her shirt and bra off.

Everything about her and her gorgeous body is perfect.

“Take your pants and shirt completely off.” Her voice hitches with a seductive tone.

I kick my pants off. They were already at the ankles from my desire to worship every inch of her.

I need her now. My fingers stroke her middle.

It’s wet, dripping wet. I bend a knee on the sofa and slide into her gently.

My gaze stays pinned on Rainey, watching as she bites her lip, arching her back.

I lick my lips and drop to her breast. Damn, I held back from trying this with anyone else because it always felt wrong to do this with anyone but her.

The thought of whether I’d ever find her again crossed my mind from time to time.

The view is something men dream of.

My shaft teases at her entrance as I rub around her walls, slowly pushing, determined to hit her sweet spot.

Her moans of pleasure fuel my desire even more.

The passion between us builds like flames.

Slamming into her, rough and gasping at how good it feels to have her.

My mouth is busy going from her lips to her breasts to leaving marks on her neck. “You fit perfectly.” I knew she would.

Rainey tugs on my shirt. “Take it off,” she mumbles into my lips as I devour them.

“No, I don’t want to stop to take it off.” Half a lie. If she sees the scars on my back, it will ruin the mood. The tightness of her walls hugs my length, tells me she is so damn close. “Atta girl, come for me, sunshine.”

She digs her nails into my back as I push in harder. I tug on her nipple only, which has her burst into a fountain of orgasms. The closeness of my orgasm has me remembering I forgot to put a rubber on. I pull out and soak her tits with my juices.

Sweat trickles down my forehead. I wipe it and try to control my breathing because, damn; it feels like I ran a marathon. “Sorry, Rain, I forgot to get a condom.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, how could I forget to ask you? I’m on the pill, but still.”

“I’m clean, if that’s what you want to know.”

She sighs in relief. “Perfect. I’m clean too, of course.”

I grab her shirt and wipe her chest off. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” I ask, taking her hand to help her sit up. She grabs her skirt, sliding it on.

“Rough… not at all. If anything, I loved it. You gave me more than one orgasm today. For one, I’ve never experienced one. It was pure bliss.” She licks her lips. “I can still feel you pulsing in me.” She knows how to give a man an ego boost.

“We have all night,” I tell her. “We’ll take a break.

” The words echo in my head. ‘We have all night.’ Screwing all night.

Yeah, it’s not something I should partake in, especially if I’m the one giving the idea.

I should just go back to the cabin. Then she stands in just her skirt, her tits hanging heavy.

“Sounds like a plan.” She raises her brows. “I’m going to get a shirt since you wiped your cum with my shirt.”

Glancing at the cabin, I forgot about the enormous windows in the living room. They have no shades, so anyone could have seen us. Only the kitchen window has blinds. She walks up the stairs to the bedroom, and it takes everything in me not to follow her.

Max, calm your dick down.

Rainey turns on a movie for us. She suggested, “Let’s have a Netflix and chill night.

” I assume that means, “Let’s watch a movie and cuddle.

” I’m not sure how to do that. I want to be close to her, to hold her, but the heaviness of my body makes it difficult.

Showing affection doesn’t come easily to me.

When my mom first passed, my father became a robot.

So, from that day on, I was not keen on affection.

I sit on the recliner, and Rainey lies on the other sofa. Her gaze goes to mine every chance she gets. I know what she wants me to do, all the things boyfriends do, but I’m not made for that.

“Should I make us some popcorn?”

My gaze catches her beautiful eyes. “Sure,” I utter while raising the volume of some romance movie called The Notebook .

“I can’t believe you haven’t watched this movie. It’s one of my favorites,” she claims over the sound of the microwave.

I can’t say I sit around and watch romance movies by myself. I glance at the TV, where Noah is back, and she’s engaged to another man. That must suck, poor bastard.

Rainey returns with a bowl of popcorn. “Do you mind if I sit here?” She points at my lap. “So we can share.”

I pat my lap for her to sit. She leans into my arms with one of my arms draped around her shoulder. She snuggles in, and I guess this is what she wanted—to cuddle, if this is cuddling.

We stay like this throughout the movie, which has about thirty minutes left.

The feeling of her exposed skin has me craving to have her beneath me once again.

My fingers trail on her bare skin, causing goosebumps in her wake.

Her lips part with the friction of my touch.

I move higher, and it’s a plus that she’s still pantyless.

I play with her body when she rests her head on my shoulder.

I swipe front to back, rewarding myself with a moan from her.

“You’re beautiful, sunshine,” I whisper in her ear.

“ Nunca ha visto a alguien tan hermosa como tú. ” My words carry truth.

I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as her.

The tip of my tongue traces around the top of her ear.

A sniffle comes from her, causing me to turn her toward me. “What happened? Did I do something?” Tears flow down her cheek.

“Sorry, Max, I feel like a lunatic. I’m turned on as hell, sweating like a pig with the heat of your hands. Then this sad part of the movie always gets me.”

I peer toward the TV. It’s the part where he dies next to her.

“I promise I’m not having hot flashes or going through menopause. I’m far too young for that.”

My lips curl up into a closed-mouth smile. I wipe the tears from her beautiful face. “I guess that’s a good thing,” I say, turning the TV off. “How about you read to me, and in return, I’ll make you feel better?” I hand Rainey her phone, which is next to me, on the end table.

“So, you do like The Thorn Birds ?”

My shoulder lifts. “It’s interesting. I feel bad for Frank. I’ll admit I like his character. From what we’ve read so far, it seems Meggie will be falling for the father.”