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Page 64 of Invisible String (The Underground #1)

MAX

“ N o surprise he didn’t tell you. He’d only reveal what benefits him.

” I place a kiss on her cheek, then her chin.

“Rainey, when my mother died, my father blamed me for her death. His pain was so deep he couldn’t see clearly.

He became an abusive drunk. One day, a teacher at school saw marks on me and called social services on my dad.

They took me away and placed me in foster care.

He never fought for me. I went from home to home until the age of eighteen, when I aged out of the system. ”

She tilts her head. Her eyes grow soft and glisten with moisture while her fingers intertwine with mine.

I did not want to tell her this yet, but I’d rather it be me than Andrew talking about my life like he’s lived it.

“I’ve lived in different homes; some were nice families, some were not.

I’ve had foster parents who have physically abused me.

I’ve been starved. I ran away several times.

When I went to Highland Academy, I was living in Andrew’s home. He was my foster brother.”

She’s thrown back. Her brows pinch into a bunch. “What? For how long, Max? They never said anything about fostering anyone.”

“For the months I was there. Andrew found us kissing that day.” The wheels on her pretty face start turning.

“You never came back after that.” She grips my shoulders. “What did he do?”

I rub her back to calm her worries. “He told your dad, who threw a fit to Andrew’s parents. He didn’t want his daughter with a foster kid like me. Andrew has always had a hard-on for you. He got rid of me. They sent me away to another home. Back to Vegas.”

She kisses my lips so hard. “Oh my gosh, Max. I fucking hate them. Fuck the Petersons. It all makes sense.” Rainey wraps her hands around my neck. “I’m so sorry for all you’ve been through.” Tears swim in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, tesoro . Things happen for a reason.”

“Max, you said your dad is still alive. Did he ever know what happened to you all these years?”

There had always been a time in my life when hope spread like a wildflower that my dad would show, clean and sober, to rescue me and apologize for all he put me through. Those days never came because he never cared about my well-being.

“No, I don’t think he knew. He’s always drunk, so I doubt it. I still visit him, and nothing has changed. My mom’s death killed him.”

Rainey’s mouth is all over my neck, nibbling and kissing me, making me so damn heated.

“I’m so angry at your dad, too, and my dad? He’s going to get an earful from me. Max?” She lifts her head from under my neck. “Why didn’t you tell me this years ago at the cabin?”

So many reasons.

“A lot of reasons. One in particular; I had a lot of issues. I was homeless, unstable, and grew up with no warmth, except from Carlos, and that wasn’t until I was sixteen.

As a man who never accepts handouts, I’ve always been used to being on my own and looking out for myself.

When I went to the cabin, it wasn’t for a vacation.

I had no job, nothing. I was unhappy.” My throat works.

I’ve never told anyone this. I had a moment of self-pity, and I wasn’t thinking straight.

“I felt I had nothing to live for, was in a dark place, and thought about ending it all. Then you, my beautiful girl, showed up, and my purpose in life became you. It always was, Rainey. I just didn’t think I’d see you again. ”

Tears well in her eyes, and I wipe them.

“I didn’t want to tell you about my childhood because I knew I was leaving to come back here, and you had school. The last thing I wanted was to talk about it. I’m a private type of guy.”

She nods, wiping her tears. “I understand you didn’t want to tell me until you were ready to share it.”

I nod and wrap my arms around her, taking in her wonderful scent. I missed her terribly over the past four days. I had been training in the mountains with Carlos when Andrew called to tell me all about how Rainey tasted.

If I ever run into him, I’ll fuck him up. Attorney or not. I have shit on him. He doesn’t know I recognize he’s crooked. Andrew didn’t just happen to show up at the Underground. He took her there on purpose. He wanted her to see me as dangerous and for her to push me away.

“Don’t cry, baby,” I say, as she sniffles into my chest.

“I could have lost you. In high school, the day you left, I thought about our kiss, and all those years, I dreamed of us. At the cabin, I only wanted to be by your side. I could never lose you, Max. Don’t ever think of hurting yourself. You have me, and you aren’t alone.”

I kiss the top of her head. Telling Rainey that I love her pulled those strings in my heart. I wanted to wait for the right time. This seemed to be it. Her jealousy was cute, yet I didn’t enjoy seeing the pain in her eyes. Confessing my love for her was freeing.

“Look at me, mi amor.”

Her long eyelashes flutter with droplets of water. A faint smile touches the corner of her lips. Ahh, she likes me calling her my love . She did say she’s learning Spanish. I wipe them with my thumb. Her cheeks are pink.

“This was a long time ago. Honestly, I don’t think I would have gone through with it. You have always been my sunshine, illuminating my darkness. Where there is no you, there is no me. We come as a pair.”

Rainey returns to dropping warm kisses all over my neck. Air escapes my lungs with another weight lifted off my chest. My hands go under her flowery crop-top shirt, caressing her warm, creamy skin. My body tingles at the slightest ounce of her affection.

“Max?” She licks my neck, and chills run down my spine.

“Yeah?”

“What am I to you?”

“Mine.”

She shifts to stare at me, her perfectly shaped ass grinding on my very hard erection. She arches a quizzical brow.

Ahh, she wants a title.

“My woman, my girlfriend, future wife, mother of our future kids. Baby, it all comes down to—you’re mine in every fucking way.”

In an instant, her lips press against mine, and our tongues intertwine. I’m completely lost in the searing of her touch. Rainey’s fingers weave through my hair as she grinds against me. Our mouths engage in a fervent embrace.

“Mine,” she breathes, pulling away.

I’m so lost in her red puffed lips and panting to answer. I nod and catch my breath. “Yeah, I’m yours.” Then her lips go right back to business. Deep, tongue-filled kisses. Biting. Sucking.

“You’re not leaving me again? Promise me.” The vulnerability in her tone is pleading.

“No, never. I love you. I can’t breathe without you.”

Her mouth slants on mine again, and we do the dance all over. Rainey’s lips are sweet as honey and so addictive.

“I need you,” Rainey pants while I’m trying to regain myself.

I’m so intoxicated by lust, I can’t see or think straight. “What do you need? My tongue inside you?” My voice comes out gruff-like, I’m drunk. She grinds on me, and I moan.

“Yes, but I want you inside me, too. Max, I need to feel you.”

Fuck.

Her words instantly capture my full attention. I fix her hair, brushing it to the side. “Think about it, and if you are ready, then tonight.”

“No, I need you now.”

I look at the clock. I have a meeting in an hour and a half. “We don’t have time to run back to the house. I have a meeting in an hour.”

She lifts off my lap and walks over to the trash can, taking out the container of food, which she threw away.

“Then we can do it here.” She sets the food on a chair.

“I understand now why you don’t like to waste food.

I just don’t like how she does it, like she wants to take care of you. But eat it so it doesn’t go to waste.”

“I haven’t been eating them. I give her food away.

I’ll let her go, but, sunshine, I want to have you right now, I do.

I just want it to be good for you in the bedroom, preferably so I can take my time with you and show just how much I missed you and how much I need you as well, but also because I want you to really think if it’s what you want.

” I swallow when her shirt comes off. She’s left with just a black bra that reveals her pointed nipples. I swipe my tongue across my lips.

“She can stay.”

“Huh? Who?” Her breasts keep my gaze fixed on them. She hypnotizes me every time.

“The woman who drools over you. The one with the stripper name. She can stay. She just needs to be put in her spot.”

She kicks off her shoes, then unbuttons her jeans, and I’m glued to the chair. I glance at the door to make sure it’s locked, and it is. She’s wearing a thong today, but sometimes, she wears boyshorts, which I love, too.

“We can continue tonight, and you can show everything you want to show me. Here, we have plenty of space, a couch, your large wide desk, chairs?—”

“The window where I can press your great ass on?” I interrupt.

“Where I can fuck you. Is that what you want, baby? Once we start, I can’t stop.

” I stand from my chair and prowl toward my delicious prey.

My thumb brushes over the fabric of her peaked pebbles.

Then, I lick over the fabric. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I grind on her soaked sex that seeps into my slacks.

“This is what you do to me. I’ll take you here right now.

I’m so damn hard for you—it hurts. So, one last time. Is it really what you want?”

She raises her head to meet my gaze. “Yes, Max, I need you. My walls crumbled to the ground; you tore them down. You spoke the words I longed to hear. I want you to show me you meant every word.”

Deep down, I know she still loves me. I see it in her eyes.

“Gladly.” My hands grip her ass, hosting her onto my expensive desk. I unclasp her bra and tear her underwear off with zero patience.

“Those are my favorite.”

“I’ll buy you the whole lingerie store.” I take her lips for a quick kiss. “Now spread your legs for me.” I groan. I lift her ass slightly and lick in between her pretty little thighs.

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