in front of her, she was panting softly, her lips parted. Two fingers worked her clit, spreading wetness all over it. I grabbed her hips and sucked her pierced nipple into my mouth. Her fingers moved faster on her clit and she let out a sharp moan. I sank down slowly, tracing my tongue over her belly before I arrived at eye level with her pussy. Her fingers circled her bundle of nerves and her lust had already gathered all around it. The sight of her glistening folds made my mouth watery. I leaned forward and teased her fingers and clit with my tongue, tasting her sweet arousal. Her fingers didn’t cease the circling of her clit. Instead, they soon began to fight my tongue for dominance. After she came, I pulled her down on my lap. Making love to her still felt like a revelation every time.
Afterward, we watched the night sky as we reclined on the hood of my BMW and drank ice-cold beer.
“In the past, I would have needed a smoke to really enjoy the moment,” Dinara murmured.
“I don’t even miss smoking anymore.”
“Me neither. You and racing give me the highs that I need,” she said with a teasing smile. I touched her cheek, unable to believe how lucky I was, how ridiculously happy.
And then it hit me. This was the moment I’d been waiting for. Of course, I wasn’t prepared, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to wait to get a ring. This was the right time and I hoped Dinara would see it too. I slid off the hood and sank down on the dusty ground before Dinara.
She sat up slowly, her eyes widening briefly, then disbelief took hold of her face. “What are you doing?”
I took her hand with a grin. “We made it to five years, even though you thought we wouldn’t. I think we’re still going strong. I’d bet all my money on us making it to fifty years.”
Dinara bit her lower lip, stifling laughter. “Considering our risky lifestyle, I doubt we’ll live that long.”
“I know you aren’t thirty yet, so your second requirement isn’t fulfilled, but I can’t wait another five years. I’d say we’re good to go…” I fumbled inside my jeans pocket and pulled out a discarded silver chewing gum wrapper.
Dinara let out a disbelieving laugh but didn’t comment. I formed the wrapper into a makeshift ring, then took her hand again. “Dinara Mikhailov, will you marry me?” I held up the wrapper ring, which glittered in the headlights, making it look more sturdy than it was.
“You are out of your mind!” Dinara exclaimed, but her eyes were soft and she had trouble fighting her smile.
I lifted the ring a bit higher. “I’m afraid I need an answer.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, she said, “Yes.”
I pushed the wrapper ring on her finger, then staggered to my feet and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her fiercely as she pressed close to me. “For a second I worried you’d say no.”
“For a second I considered saying no. I really love our life of sin, without commitment, free-spirited and wild.”
I looked into her eyes. “Then why didn’t you?” Dinara and I had never seriously talked about marriage. She wasn’t like some girls who dreamed about a big wedding and a princess dress. If I’d had more time planning this moment, I probably would have gotten cold feet. But she had said yes, to me, to us, to forever.
Adamo grinned as if he’d won the jackpot. I stretched out my hand and admired the silver wrapper ring around my finger, not answering his question yet. “I’m glad you put so much effort into our engagement ring,” I teased him. I didn’t really care. I rarely wore jewelry, even though I owned a shocking amount of it, all gifted by my father or family in Russia. I hadn’t taken any of my jewelry with me, and I didn’t miss it. The only things I really wanted to have with me were my Fabergé eggs, but a motorhome wasn’t a good place for valuable pieces of art.
He ran a hand through his unruly hair. He always cut it at the beginning of the season but allowed it to grow in the months that followed. “I thought you didn’t care about jewelry.”
He actually sounded worried. “I don’t,” I whispered. “This is the perfect ring for us.”
Adamo chuckled. “I’m not sure I agree. You’ll get a