The Firefighter's Girl (18 page)

“It’s too much,” she protested, trying to rise, but he gripped her harder and worked his fingers over her clit until she relaxed again, easing back down onto his lap. Slowly, he stood, taking her with him. She leaned over slightly but not enough and with only a few inches to go, he wanted her bent all the way over. He wanted to watch her ass while he fucked it. He wanted to watch her take in all of him.

“Bend over all the way,” he said. “Hands on the floor if you can.”

She moved slowly, but bent all the way over, placing flat hands onto the floor. As she did, he claimed the last inches, pulling her hips tight to his body and holding her there for a moment before he returned his fingers to her clit and moved slowly as she began to climax, the now familiar sounds she made when she came filling the room. He held still inside her as her walls clamped down around his cock and she called out.

“Ready for me to fuck your ass, Rebecca?” he asked, already moving a little faster, preparing her to take him in long, hard thrusts.

Her answer didn’t come with words; her body spoke instead when he began to fuck her like he wanted to, drawing all the way out and pushing so she gasped and called out at once. He took both her hips in his hands then to support her while fucking her, enjoying the sensation of her tight hole stretching just for his cock, the look of it, of her bent as she was, giving him this most private place, gasping all along, moaning with pleasure as a final wave overtook her and she came once more in time with his own climax, his cock emptying inside her before the two dropped to their knees, remaining as they were, panting and spent.

* * *

Rebecca smoothed her pretty pale green dress over her lap and closed her menu. Sawyer took it from her and handed both to the waitress.

“We’ll both have the lamb chops,” Sawyer said to the waitress.

Rebecca nodded and just kept watching him, feeling bad that when she told him what she had to tell him, that mischievous smile would leave his face.

“And instead of the roasted potatoes, I’d like fries, please,” she added, not once taking her eyes off Sawyer even when she spoke to the waitress.

Once the waitress walked away, she picked up her wine glass and sniffed the most delicious red wine she had ever tasted.

“I bring you to one of the best restaurants in town and you order fries?”

“What?” she asked, shrugging a shoulder. “You know how I love fries and I thought we were celebrating. It’s not like I eat them every day.”

“I’m just teasing you,” he said, touching his glass to hers. “To good things to come,” he said. “You deserve it.”

“We both do,” she said, her expression more serious.

“Agreed.”

“Sawyer,” she began, putting the glass down. “There’s something I have to tell you.” She placed her hands in her lap and touched the finger where the ring she had taken from Amelia would have been if she hadn’t lost it. It was too big for her ring finger, but ever since the chain that held it around her neck had broken, she had worn it around her thumb thinking she wouldn’t lose it. She had realized it a week ago and hadn’t mentioned it, hoping she would find it and not have to tell him anything at all.

“There’s something I have to tell you too,” he said.

“Me first. Let me just get this over with and I want you to know how sorry I am and that I haven’t given up looking for it…”

She stopped talking when the waitress returned to set a basket of bread and a plate of olive oil down on the table.

“I think we might be talking about the same…” Sawyer began when the waitress left.

She put up her hand to stop him. “No, please just let me go first.” He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him again. “I lost it,” she said, her shoulders slumped, her eyes wide. “I lost Amelia’s ring. I’ve been looking for it for a week and it was a little big so I wonder if it fell off somewhere although I didn’t wear it much. I’m really sorry and…”

He took something out of his pocket then, that smile wider on his face. “You didn’t lose it,” he said, holding out a little black velvet box. “I took it.” With that, he opened the box and stopped talking.

Goose bumps covered the whole of her body and Rebecca sat staring at what she knew was once Amelia’s ring except that it had been changed, altered. Finally, she dragged her eyes from the sparkling diamond and looked at him. He remained watching her intently, his smile not cocky just tender. “Do you like it?”

She smiled and looked at the ring again while quiet tears began to rush down her face and she sniffled loudly. “What did you do?” She turned her attention to her bag, which was too big and too full, and started to go through it, desperate for a tissue, sure she shouldn’t use the cloth napkin to wipe her nose.

“If you don’t like it…”

“No, it’s not that,” she said, shaking her head and finally finding what she needed. “It’s beautiful,” she barely managed through tears.

“Then why are you crying?”

She blew her nose and dabbed the tears away before shoving the tissue back into her purse. “I don’t know.”

Sawyer laughed, looking for a moment relieved. That was when she realized he was nervous. He took the ring from the box, then reached out and took her left hand in both of his. She sat on the edge of her seat, her heart racing, her eyes first on his, then on the ring.

“Rebecca,” he said. “I’ve not made a secret of my feelings for you and now that this whole mess is behind us, I want to move forward. I love you so much that I can’t think of spending even one day without seeing you and you’d make me very happy if you would accept this ring and be my wife. Marry me, Rebecca.”

With her right hand, she reached for the cloth napkin now, no longer caring about having to use it to wipe her eyes and nose. She nodded while crying, looking up at the ceiling in an effort to stop the tears from falling. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t stop crying.”

“Will you marry me?” he asked again, tugging on her hand to make her look at him.

She hiccupped once before taking a deep breath and nodded once more. “Yes. God, yes. I love you too, Sawyer. So much.”

Sawyer’s eyes looked a little redder too and a moment later, he was sliding the ring onto her finger. “The band is Amelia’s. I just had it resized and had the diamond placed there. I hope you like it and this way, you never have to take it off.”

When he released her hand, she looked at it, at the gorgeous ring there that meant so much more since it was Amelia’s wedding band made into her own engagement ring. “I love it, Sawyer,” she said. “I love it.”

The End

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