Page 109 of Unbreakable Thread

“No, I’m not having my pregnant girlfriend at an illegal fight where you almost died on me.” His voice rises. He strokes his thumb on my hands. “The answer is no. I won’t have you there while I’m fighting. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate knowing you’re standing there,” he says with gentleness.

“Please.”

He shakes his head.

“I’ll take Drake with me.”

He groans. “I’ll think about it.”

That’s the best I’ll get out of him, for now.

When he parks the car at my house, I wait for him to open the door. Not that I can’t do it, but every time I do, he gives me the look to wait for him. Once I’m out, he gently pins my hands to his car. I must say it looks so much better with fixed windows. My tongue swipes my top lip. One of his hands is on my wrists while the other trails up my bare leg. His finger brushes higher and higher until it reaches my invisible panty-line. Thank goodness for wearing a dress. I might have taken off my underwear at the restaurant. Walking around with moist underwear is uncomfortable. I blame it on Max. He shouldn’t look so good.

“No panties,” he breathes on my neck. “You have been teasing me all night, tesoro mío.” Gingerly, he moves my legs with his foot to spread them. “Eye fucking me all night.” His hands slide up my ass.

“I was not,” I lie.

His husky laugh vibrates. “Really?” He nips at my ear. “Let’s see how wet you are.” Max strokes my sex. “So fucking wet for me.”

I gasp when two fingers are inserted, causing me to moan out his name. Thank god I bought this house with a fence of privacy trees wrapping around it, and in front, no houses. He pumps harder. Faster. Watching me unfold in front of him.

“Let’s go inside. I don’t want anyone to hear your moans.”

He licks those wet fingers and then takes my hand in his, whisking us to the front door. It’s hot when he does that. The second he unlocks it and shuts it behind us, he tosses the keys to the floor, and I spin him around, pinning him to the door.

Max hikes me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist feverishly. Our mouths tilt into an open, desperate kiss. Nothing about it is sweet and gentle. Quickly, I unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his jeans. He’s so damn hard over the material of his jeans, it looks painful.

I slip my dress off, then unhook my bra. Max groans at the size of my breasts. I’ve always had rather large boobs. Max doesn’t hesitate to take it into his mouth. I hiss when his teeth graze my sensitive nipple. He pops it out, then his gaze licks my body.

“So fucking sexy.”

I yank his shirt off and welcome the skin-to-skin contact.

“Upstairs,” I say, grinding on him.

He kicks off his shoes, climbs up the stairs, and stops halfway. Max lifts me, then licks the valley of my breasts. Then proceeds to the room. He gently lays me on the bed. His pants are already unbuttoned. He kicks them off along with his boxers.

“Suck it,” he demands with urgency. “Didn’t you say something about the best damn blow job I was going to get?”

“I did,” I say, gathering my hair to the side. “And I will.” Lying on my back, I scoot my head back to the edge of the bed, and his erect dick leaks with anticipation. “Watch me,” I half joke. His smirk is visible through my batting eyelashes.

I take him deep into my mouth, tasting the saltness as I lick up and down his shaft. He grunts as he gathers my hair into a ponytail. One hand is on his thigh and the other on the base of his dick, rubbing around it while I deep throat him. He picks up speed, bucking his hips while bopping my head so that I gag a little, and holy shit, I just might black out. He’s thick and long, tears sliding from the corner of my eyes. I moan just listening to how pleased he is with each groan and curse word coming from those full lips.

Hot liquid coats my throat as he comes. I swallow every drop and peer at him. He wets his lips, and lust darkens in his eyes, giving me those bedroom eyes. “You certainly delivered.”

“Told you.” My words are cut when he flips me onto my knees. No warning, his tongue is already between my legs. Thank god I can make noises without anyone hearing what this man does to me. Deep thrusts of his tongue send me to oblivion. I need more. “I need you inside me.”

I gasp when he slowly inserts himself into me from behind. His thick fingers wrap around my neck. Life be damned if I could ever live a life without him. He’s been the air I breathe from the very beginning. I have no idea how life tied us up together, but I’m glad the stars aligned that very first night I lost my family. I can’t imagine a life without him.

I yelp when he stops to bite my ass. Then Max’s fingers brush on my neck with a gentle but possessive hold.

“Dammit, baby.” His voice grows thick with desire. “Turn around on your back. I want to see you.” He groans, seeing how I come undone with every deep thrust that makes me insane. I’m obsessed with him. I relish watching him, how his breath catches with each stroke, and how my walls clamp as he pushes in with a passionate yet feral need to pleasure me.

Lifting his head up, I run circles around his cheekbone while our eyes connect, our breaths mingling with each moan that escapes us.

His jaw clenches. I know he’s close. My nails find his back. I press deeper with every pulsing thrust, harder than I need to. I leave marks so that every damn time we make love, I see those scars cover those old ones. These scars are made with love over the ones made with pain. Let mine be the last ones. The sound of sweat-slick skin slapping fills the room. My back arches, welcoming each violent thrust. My pebbled nipples brush along his hard chest, causing goosebumps.

“Come, beautiful, let me see what I do to you.” His hand wraps around my neck, tilting my head back some. Pressure builds within me, his gaze on me. We come hard, fueling each other’s climax.