Page 23 of Invisible String (The Underground #1)

MAX

I t’s a major turn-on that she came to find me.

The sight of her dressed like she was going to a club has me feeling wild and untamed.

My lips sink into hers, desperate for her touch and to taste her fine mouth.

My hand trails from her spine to the nape.

The fire between us is like no other. With jealousy infusing it, I bite her lip, and she sucks on my tongue.

My other hand goes to her ass. As I lift her, she automatically tangles her legs around my waist. I walk us to the showers in the back of the gym.

She moans into our kiss. I can’t get enough of her.

I’ll admit after Rainey walked off disappointed at me not telling her the truth, I felt a pang in my chest. It was hard to breathe.

She’s right. I don’t like anyone being touchy, but fuck, do I take pleasure in her touch.

Her hand presses against my back, urging me closer as our lips move in a passionate dance. The heat of her touch scorches through my clothes, and I can feel the desperation in her grip as she pulls me toward her. Tearing my lips from hers, I lean her against the wall and peel my shirt off.

“What are you doing?” She breathes out, gasping.

“We are showering.” Eagerly, I take her crop top off.

“I want you.” Damn bra. It falls to the ground when I unclasp it.

With her legs wrapped around me, she steadies herself.

Rainey chases my lips; I’m too occupied unbuttoning her skirt to return a kiss.

I groan when she presses into my massive hard-on. “Legs down.”

She does as I say, and I drop her skirt and underwear. My gaze on her body leaves me hypnotized. My god, she’s a stunning woman. Everything about her is perfect.

“Max,” she whines. She wants me just as much as I want her.

Cupping her heavy breast, I bring it to my mouth.

The bud nips between my teeth, then I suck.

“Oh, Max.” She grinds her teeth, keeping herself at bay.

I can have her come twice before even being inside her.

It’s happened numerous times. I move to the other breast and do the same.

Then, I trail my tongue down her body. She might not be athletic, but her curves—especially those wide hips—carve her body into perfection, and I admire every inch.

Perfect to grasp. My tongue strokes between her legs.

“Open. Legs on my shoulder.” She swings her legs on my shoulder as if she’s in a race to get eaten out, of course. She glistens with her juices, ready for me. “So wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

She moans in response. I nip and suck on her delicate skin.

My tongue flickers in her, and she tightens around it.

Rainey thrusts faster, grinding into me.

Gripping her ass, I bounce her until she screams, pulling on my hair and soaking my face.

Damn, do I love the taste of her, and more than anything, I like being the man behind her orgasms and the one to hear her screams.

She unhooks her legs, her hooded gaze fixed on my cock.

Rainey, with a flash of speed, wastes no time and grabs the waistband of my shorts, and my dick juts out.

She gives it a stroke and is about to drop to her knees.

“Not yet, Rain. Let’s get in the shower.

” I want to see the water cascade on her perfect, creamy skin, wet hair, while I feed her my cock.

Once we’re in the shower, the water beads down our bodies, I back her into the corner. “What if someone walks in on us? The shower curtain is not covering much.”

“No one is coming in,” I tell her, running my thumb on her nipple while I suck on her neck. “The door is locked.”

A shiver runs through me as her fingers trace up and down the ridge of my chest. “That bitch Amy can walk in. She has the key, doesn’t she?”

I laugh, my lips working their way to her earlobe. “It’s Annette, and yes, she does,” I say in a low, gruff voice. “If she were to walk in, then she can see me fuck you. You stare at her in the eye while I fill you in. She can watch, but she’ll never get me.”

That’s the truth. I’m not into Annette. While it was nice seeing her and hearing stories of our childhood, that was all it was and will only ever be a memory.

“Mmm, that’s hot, but I wouldn’t want anyone to see you buck naked but me.” Her fingers go down my chest to my groin. She strokes the tip. “I want to taste you, Max.”

Goddamn, this woman is going to be my undoing. The problem is—she always has been. Rainey drops to her knees.

I splay my legs wide, giving her full access to my throbbing arousal. Her lips wrap around me, her tongue teasing and swirling along the length of my shaft. My hips buck uncontrollably. Pleasure courses through me, overwhelming and intense.

My fist tangles in her hair. So damn stunning as she takes it all in. Her eyelashes flutter, peering up at me. “ Tesoro , you’re stunning.” I cradle her under her chin. “Stand up, I want to finish in you.” It comes out more as a demand.

Lifting her legs, I slide into her. I gasp at how good she feels.

She fits perfectly. My gaze lingers on her lips and her breasts.

Heat searing into the waves of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as I deepen in her. The way she pulls on my hair with her hands trailing at the nape.

I take her lips and devour them. My tongue explores her moist mouth, sipping at the surrender of her kisses.

Sex with Rainey gets better every time. I buck my hips faster and harder; watching her unfold is a great sense of pleasure to me.

We break the kiss as her head tilts back, her mouth gaping, moans of pleasure escape across her beautiful lips.

Her pebble nipples brush my chest as they bounce.

This woman has awakened everything in me since I came down here.

“Max, I’m so close.” She moistens her lips. “You feel so good. I never want this to stop.”

Her voice lust induced—her words, “I never want this to stop,” ring in my ears. We have an expiration date. I am going to ignore it and give her the pleasure she deserves.

Her muscles clench and release around me as we move together, driving me wild. My body responds with urgency.

I can barely keep control as she takes me to the brink of bliss. I give her breasts a good tug between my teeth and mouth. “Come for me, Rain.” Together, we reach the height of ecstasy and lose ourselves in pure pleasure. I kiss the tip of her nose and then set her down.

“Are you okay? I lost control a bit,” my voice is gruff. Fuck, she’s gorgeous—wet hair, naked, pointed nipples, doe brown eyes, and that mouth.

“Better than okay.”

I wash her hair and body, and then she insists on washing my body, only to give me another boner.

We step out of the shower, and I hand her a towel. “I’ll take you to get something to eat. Then we can head back home. I have plans with you,” I tell her, slipping a clean pair of shorts on. She runs her tongue over the edge of her teeth.

“I’m pretty hungry. The steaks smelled good at the part?—”

I growl like some wild damn beast. I’m still irritated she went to professor dickhead’s house. She grins, shoving her skirt on.

“Have you seen my underwear? And what do you mean by other plans?” she adds, trying to snap her bra on. I saunter toward her and clasp her bra in place.

“In my back pocket.” I hand her a shirt. “When we return to the cabin, I want you to ride me, Rain. I want to see you come all over me.”

She shivers. “You have some serious stamina. You boxed for hours, and then we had wild sex in a gym shower, and you want to go for another round.”

“Like I said, I like your hands all over me.” Only yours. I run my fingers through my hair, frustrated that I only have a few weeks left before we both leave. I’m not sure where we go from here.

“Max, can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer me.” She peers at me, tugging my shirt on.

“Sure.”

“Umm. I’m not trying to impose. I know I was right when I said you were not keen on anyone’s touch. It’s not my business, but if it’s related to your back, someone hurt you. Did your dad do anything about it?” Her eyes are downcast, not meeting my own, and her words pour out cautiously.

I reach out and take her hand, intertwining our fingers. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized what I did absentmindedly. I stay silent, leading us out the door. She doesn’t push for answers.

“It was my dad.” That’s all I let slip. I won’t go into detail about it or the rest of my life with her. Not now, at least. “We can come back later and pick up your car,” I add.

Her chin trembles, and her eyes soften. “I’m so sorry, Max.” She squeezes my hand.

I unlock my car door for her, but before she can step inside, I lean over and gently kiss her cheek. The bright fluorescent lights of the parking lot dance across her skin, highlighting her soft features and making her glow in the darkness. “Don’t pity me.”

Her warm hand cradles my cheeks. “I’m not pitying you. I’m angry, so fucking angry. I can’t handle you being hurt or anyone hurting you.”

“That was when I was young and had no way of defending myself. That’s not me anymore. If anything, people fear me.” My heart expands at the gentleness of her touch. She does gingerly, with kindness in her heart, to care for someone like me.

“Told ya. You’re a badass, champ.” And just like that, she eases the pain in my chest. She doesn’t ask more questions, at least not yet, but she will.

Rainey