Dusk

Chapter 4: Indecent Question

When school was over, Max gave me a ride home, like always.

I stared out the window of his truck as we drove through the wood-covered road. Winter was coming, you could tell from the thin layer of frost that had developed on the windshield.

Max reached over and took my hand, squeezing it in his large, warm hand, "What 'cha thinking about?"

"What I'm going to eat for dinner," I replied.

Max chuckled, "Anything that doesn't eat you first."

I grimaced, "Is that a fat joke?"

"Would be, if you were anything but skin and bone," he replied.

I crawled across the seat, kissing his neck softly, he tensed under my lips.

"It's gonna be hard for me to keep my eyes on the road with you doing that," he said, his voice throaty and gruff.

"Just, don't crash," I offered, unbuckling his belt.

He swallowed hard, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

My hands made it to the zipper of his jeans and I took pride in how hard he was fighting to control himself.

I felt something hard in his pocket and stopped, letting my hand slip into his pocket and retrieve whatever it was.

My heart stopped, had a stroke, and fell into my stomach as I stared at the small velvet box.

"Shit," Max said, pulling the car over to the side of the road.

"Max, this isn't.."

"I was going to ask you on Christmas, I forgot the ring was even in my pocket," Max said, his face was red with blush. 

I busted out laughing, hard, rib-crushing laughter.

"What's so funny?" He asked, his heart shattering a little.

"Oh, no, not that you were going to ask me, but...me, holding this ring, and you have your pants down, is priceless," I said.

Max grimaced, "Is that a yes or a no?"

"Yes, Max, it's a yes," I said, taking the beautifully cut ring out of the velvet box.

Max grabbed my hands, looking into my eyes as he took the ring out of my hand and slowly slid it onto my finger.

I swallowed hard as he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine, every nerve in my body had been awakened.

"Say that you want me," he said, pressing me against the door of his truck.

"I want it," I said, moaning as his lips found my neck and moved against it, making every nerve in my body tingle.

Max unbuttoned my jeans and practically ripped them off of me, tossing them in the floor board, tossing his checkered boxers right on top of them. 

He pulled me onto his lap and pushed his hips against mine, making our bodies one. I moaned, kissing his jawline, his lips, his neck, every part of him that my lips could reach. 

Every part of me melted into him, his love-making did that to me, taking me to another level entirely. In the aftershocks of our orgasms, I looked at the ring on my finger, and my heart did another seizure, I was his, officially.