Page 137 of Unbreakable Thread

Lifting my head, I peer at her. “I don’t want to wait a week, days, or months, not even a year, to have you as my wife. We can have a big wedding after. Right now, what I want is to make you my wife—to give you my name.”

She reaches for a fistful of my hair and shoves me back down to her bare pussy. Needy little thing. “Yes,” she screams.

I’m not sure if the yes is for “yeah, let’s get married tonight,” or “yes, I’m about to fucking cum.”

“After we’re done, let’s get married, but right now I want you naked and inside me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Clothes fly all around us. Damn, she’s so beautiful. The kitchen island hits me at mid-thigh, and when she perches on its edge, her eyes dance with flames of lust as she realizes we’re perfectly aligned. Her legs part, inviting me closer, and I step between them without a word, the marble edge cool against my skin as we meet.

The thick head of my cock lodges inside her. Deep, steady strokes shake her as I lift her off the counter and thrust into her. She’s so damn tight. I grit my teeth. I guide us to the wall, where I lean my back. The softness of her lips trails along my Adam’s apple, her hot breath seeping into my bloodstream.

“Are you okay…your stomach? Do you want me to lay you down?”

“I’m fine.”

My mouth closes over her nipple, then my fingers work the other. She says she’s fine, but it might be uncomfortable for her, so I sit on the chair beside us and have her straddle me. “Ride me, baby.”

My hands roam all over her body, and we ride the waves of ecstasy together.

Our breaths are labored, my head falls back, and her head falls to my chest. I lift her hand, and my thumb brushes against the ring.

Once we both come down from the high, I say, “Let’s get ready to make you my wife.”

Chapter 40

Sol

After our heads were on straight, we realized we didn’t have rings, a dress, or a chapel reserved. We planned it for next week. On Friday. Everything is set. Lana and I did some shopping for wedding dresses, and one for today’s gala. I can’t help but stare at the ring on my finger. It’s happening finally. That night was perfect. I didn’t expect it. My heart almost exploded that night. On top of that, he built a gazebo for it. Max said he’s not good at being romantic, but he’s wrong. Romance doesn’t have to be fancy, luxurious, or expensive. Just the gesture meant everything to me.

I trace the curve of my upper lip with the waxy crimson tip, press my lips together with a soft smack, then pinch that one stubborn curl between my fingers and tuck it behind my ear. The vanity chair scrapes against the floor as I rise, and there, in the mirror’s reflection, stands Max, his gaze steady on mine, a small velvet box almost imperceptibly in his palm.

He looks incredibly handsome in a suit and tie. Delicious even. The gala starts in about two hours, and we both would rather stay home and watch TV. His eyes turn a forest green as they darken, sweeping my gaze. I’m wearing a dress that matches the hue of his eyes. A spaghetti strap dress that shows more cleavage than I thought.

“Wow, you truly are a beauty, mi vida.” His eyes linger on my breasts.

“Are you talking to me or my breasts?” I humor him.

The corner of his mouth twitches as his gaze finally lifts. “Both.” He takes steps to fill the space between us. “Eres la mujer más hermosa del mundo.”

His sweet words land in my heart, singing like a beautiful symphony. I will always ask myself what I did to deserve such an amazing man. He was kind to me from the start. Twizzlers will always be my favorite treat. They remind me of laughter, kindness, and him. I adjust his tie and fix it for him. “Thank you, Max, for your kind words. There are so many beautiful women in this world.”

He lifts my chin to meet his eyes. “In the eyes of other men they are, but to me, you’re all I see.” He’s such a loyal man.

“You are too handsome and hot as fuck. I might just lock you up in the closet. I can’t have other women staring at what’s mine.”

He smirks. “Only if you lock yourself in with me.” He hands me the box. “I bought you something to wear tonight. It caught my eye. It reminded me of the earrings I bought you. The angel wings.”

“I love those earrings.”

“I know you do. This is why I got you these, and they are better.” He opens the box.

The display takes my breath away. Absolutely beautiful, stunning. A diamond double angel wing necklace with its matching earrings. We just spent money on wedding rings, and my dress was very expensive. I know we are not hurting for money, but still…all I want is him and our kids. “Oh my gosh, Max…they’re…beautiful. You didn’t⁠—”

“Stop. I wanted to. I’m allowed to spoil you. Besides, your birthday is coming up. Consider it an early gift.”

He gently spins me around to face the mirror and unboxes the necklace. His lips move on the slope of my neck. Max’s hot breath fans my neck, and I tilt to the side to let the flames of desire dance around my skin. His tongue glides up and down. Watching him do it through the mirror makes me want to strip him down. I don’t get that chance. He pulls back, and the flames slowly simmer. He places the necklace around my neck.