Page 35 of At Your Service
Without wasting another second, Major reached for the condom. She took it from him, ripped the packet open and sheathed him. Major pushed her skirt up around her waist, feeling those colorful beads moments before he ripped the flimsy strings of the thong she wore straight from her hips.
“You keep destroying my underwear,” she said as she climbed on top to straddle him.
He cupped her ass cheeks, kneading them as she positioned herself over him and then, when she’d aimed his tip at her center, he pressed her down until she was completely impaled. “I’ll buy you more,” he groaned, and she moaned as she settled over him.
The only other sound throughout the garage was that of their skin slapping together. He groaned as he dropped his face into her cleavage and she screamed as she cupped the back of his head and bounced on top of him. Minutes later her thighs tightened around his waist and his fingers gripped her ass harder.
“Yessssss,” she moaned.
“Yes!” He followed her lead, gasping as his release pulsated and poured into the condom.
For endless moments they just sat there, both struggling to catch a breath. She leaned forward with her hands on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Major turned his face to hers, letting his chin rest against her forehead as thoughts flailed around in his mind.
What was he doing? Why was this happening? And when had it happened—when had this arrangement started to feel like so much more?
He’d opened up to her about his business, something he hadn’t done with anyone else besides his twin, and he wanted her to feel free to do the same with him. To tell her his secrets and know that they were safe with him, to come to him when she was feeling conflicted, worried, even happy. This was a new feeling, an eerie and confusing one, and he didn’t know what to do with it.
His hand slid from where he’d been rubbing it up and down her back, until he could reach his pants and fumble to get his hand into the front pocket. The black-velvet bag almost slipped from his fingers to fall on the leather-covered seat, but he held on to it, bringing it up to his other hand. Her eyes were still closed, lips slightly parted as her panting began to slow.
With the fingers of one hand, Major pulled the strings of the pouch apart and reached inside to pull out the ring. He dropped the bag to the seat and grasped for her left hand.
“What...not yet—” she started to say and then stopped as she pulled back to look at what he was doing.
Major slid the ring slowly onto her third finger and frowned as he watched her hand shake. When the ring was on and she didn’t speak, just stared down at it, he did the same, watching the sparkle of the four-carat, emerald-cut diamond set in platinum with tapered baguette side stones. That was the complete description the jeweler had given him, but all Major saw as he looked down at her slender fingers and manicured nails was a memory.
His gaze moved up to her face. When he saw that she was still staring down at the ring, he lifted a hand to touch his finger to her chin and tilted her head up. There was a bit of confusion in her eyes, but a lot of light, like a shield had been raised. Warmth spread in the center of his chest and one side of his mouth lifted in a smile.
“You can’t be engaged without a ring,” he said while his throat felt tight and his hand still shook a little while holding hers.
She smiled, a slow and dazzling smile that reached into his chest and squeezed so tight he struggled to breathe.
“And this is one beautiful ring,” she said, her voice hitching on the last words.
“I would say for a beautiful woman, but that seems so cliché and there’s nothing cliché about you, Nina. Not one single thing.” This was the part where he should kiss her. And damn he wanted to. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and drown in her kiss, feel the warmth of her surrounding him until all his cares and worries disappeared and there was just her.
She looked like she wanted to say something or to do something. Their gazes held but hesitancy hung between them like a blockade.
“I think I like doing it in the backseat of a T-Bird,” she said playfully, then eased her left hand away from his and lifted it into the air to wiggle her fingers. “You get great gifts!”
Major chuckled, part of him appreciating the way she’d broken that uncomfortable tension between them, another part wishing the moment would have ended differently.
“I like doing it in the backseat of a T-Bird with you.”
Two hours later Nina was at Major’s penthouse, stepping out of his shower. If her legs weren’t so sore from their second backseat sexcapade and her mind wasn’t filled with new questions about the huge diamond on her finger and the foreign emotions sifting through her soul, she might have been overwhelmed by being here in Major’s private space.
“Here, let me help,” he said when he stepped out behind her.
She’d already grabbed a towel from the shelf near the dual vanity but had been holding it in her hands while she struggled to get a hold on what was happening. And letting the water drip from her naked body pool onto the heated gray-slate floor.
Major reached for another towel and wrapped it around her, turning her to face him when he was done.
“I suppose you’ll want me to dry you off in return.” It was easier to joke than to put words to what she was really feeling.
“Of course. That’s how this works,” he said and proceeded to move the towel over her body. He eased the soft, fluffy material along her arms, over and under her breasts and down her stomach.
“These beads are going to be the death of me,” he said while rubbing the towel past her hips, down and between her thighs.
“I’ve got some aunts back in Sierra Leone who could probably use their skills to add death as a result of looking at the beads. Or, most likely, loss of a limb, impotence or something along those lines.”
