Page 126 of Unbreakable Thread

“How do you know?” She yelps when I lift her ass and tug her shorts off.

“When I first met Leo, I brought him to my place to sleep. He stayed for two months, then I found him his own place. He would fall asleep on the sofa. Shaking him awake to move to the bedroom was impossible. When he’s out, he’s out.”

“Oh.” Sol exhales at the flattening of my tongue, licking my way up her thigh. “You don’t have to…”

“You seem very tense.”

“You’re right. My pelvic muscles are pretty tight.”

Her sense of humor always gets me every time. “Then let me take care of it.”

My tongue dives right in, exploring the warm velvet softness as if it were my first time, tasting salt and sweetness as it glides across sensitive terrain, each deliberate thrust drawing forth a shudder. Her pupils dilate, dark with desire. I drown in her taste and moans. This is my way of relieving tension by getting lost in her—stroke after stroke. I can’t say this day has all gone to shit. It was the highlight of my life to see the twins growing in her. Carlos or the men at the bar goading me can’t take the happiness away from me.

My fingers fumble with the cool metal of my belt buckle, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. My shirt comes off next. Our eyes lock as I ease the denim down my hips. Her thighs part beneath my touch, smooth and trembling slightly. The heat between us is palpable, her desire evident in the slick warmth I find there. My fingers circle around her center. She’s wet, her desire glistening in the half-light, and her eyes, dark and wide, hold mine with an intensity that speaks louder than words could—a silent, desperate plea for me to be inside her. I push my heavy erection against her opening, and she moans in complete ecstasy. I’m not even all the way in. Sol’s back arches as I push myself into the heated core of her body. I plunge into her wet heat, a scalding hotness that grips me. Bending slightly while still thrusting deep into her, I avoid putting weight on her stomach, and I run my tongue on her engorged breasts. Then take them into my mouth.

She hisses with pleasure with each suck. “I love you, Max,” she cries out.

Peering into her fascinating brown eyes, I respond, “I love you too, amor. Much more than words can say.” I know what she’s about to say that she loved me first, but before she can do that, I lock my lips on hers, swallowing her words, her moans. Like always, she sucks on my tongue, which only makes my dick pulse. Her muscles grip me tighter. “Fuck, baby,” I rasp into her mouth.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips. Pleasure—not pain. I ease up, careful not to let my weight hurt the twins. I groan at the penetration deep inside her. Thrust after thrust. She meets the heat of my gaze.

She once said she wished she had colored eyes like mine, and her brown eyes were boring. There is nothing dull about her eyes. If only she could glimpse herself through my gaze—the way her irises catch light like amber held to the sun, revealing flecks of gold I’ve memorized like constellations. I see the beauty in her, not just on the outside but also on the inside. From our first meeting, I felt and saw the somberness between us through those brown eyes, as if time itself had conspired to bring our paths together, allowing me to shield her from the pain and trauma she might have endured. But that’s not all I see.

Where she sees insecurity, I see a work of art. I see a woman whose gentle persistence dismantled my defenses brick by weathered brick, whose laughter taught me that love wasn’t just a word in someone else’s vocabulary. She saved me when she didn’t even remember who I truly was in her life, but a boy she met in high school. She’s a soul revival. She has been through hell and back, and here she is growing our kids inside her. Working her way to heal inside. One thing she hasn’t done yet is tame my unhinged ways. I think she slightly loves my batshit ways.

“What are you grinning at?” Her voice is drowned in pure ecstasy, so close to coming undone.

“Just thinking you love me unhinged.”

“God, yes…I do.”

She grips my shoulders, pulling me toward her. Her nails are scratching my back tattoos. She bucks her hips upward. “Damn, you drive me crazy, woman.” My voice is husky, filled with desire. Only she can light a match, burning a fire within me. Her orgasms are like an ocean wave, ripping through her. Beckoning to follow behind. “Eres mía, Sol.” She’s always been mine, as I am hers. I move hard and fast, jackhammering toward my climax.

“I’m yours, Max,” she moans. “Y tú eres mío.”

“All yours, baby.” My body jerks hard, every muscle tight. I pour into her pleasure pulsing through us.

Sweat drips down my forehead as I slip out of her. Catching my breath, I fall beside her.

“Well,” she breathes deeply, her chest rising and falling. “I didn’t expect this when you were coming to bed. I thought you might want to cuddle and watch a movie.”

“We can do that after I shower.” I stand. Her eyes devour me as if she just didn’t have her hands all over me, and I was not inside her mere minutes ago.

“I’ll join you.”

“Sure, but no funny business in the shower.”

Sol lifts from the bed. She throws her head back, laughing. “Since when?”

“We have a driving class tomorrow. I need you focused.”

“With who?” Her brows furrow.

“With Cano’s driving school.”

She snorts. “Oh, god. I was hoping you would forget.”

How could I forget she drives like she’s in a bumper car?