Chapter 36 Veda
thirty-six
Veda
Iwished for him to come to us so many times.
It was never right for me to wish, but I couldn’t stop myself.
Major feels right, just as Jesse and Derrick do.
I fought the feelings long enough, and once I let the fight go, everything fell into place.
There’s hope inside me, a voice that whispers to me that I’m going to be okay.
The voice is louder and stronger when I’m with them.
I look at this ranch and the Golden Acre, and I know there’s no way I named a girl Mirasol and she doesn’t grow up with sunflowers.
It’s perfect. It’s right.
I ignore the stupid rules. I don’t care that I’m not starting a heat right now. I don’t care for what they think should happen; I care about my heart and what is right for me. And they are so damn right for me.
Major’s whole frame shakes when I look straight at him, my mouth waters, and I decide this is the moment. No holding back.
“It’s been six weeks, you know,” I tell the room, but I’m looking straight at him. “I’m six weeks postpartum.”
Jesse lifts his head between my legs with that goddamn smile that can melt me from the inside out. “That means what I think it means?”
“It’s officially safe for us to have sex,” I tell him, my hand brushing his curls away.
Everything stops. Derrick takes a breath, tensing beside me, but my eyes return to the man watching us through a crack.
“You can’t deny this, and I’m done letting you hide from me.”
Jesse turns to follow my gaze, and now it’s obvious to everyone that Major is out there. I’m challenging him, I know I shouldn’t, but perhaps only direct words will bring him from the shadows.
To my delight, he doesn’t walk away. He opens the door at once, eyes hard on me, and I squirm under that gaze, remembering that I’m naked in front of him for the first time.
“That’s what you really think?” he growls. “That I’m hiding?”
“What else would you call this?” I point at the hall where he hid.
“Being smart about where I sink my dick in is not hiding.”
His words land like a slap on my face, and I reel back.
“Major, don’t—” Derrick says, but I surprise myself when I stand.
“What else could it be? You’re afraid of your own feelings as if you can be spared just because you won’t touch me? How’s that working for you?”
Something breaks at that moment, he lets out a sound from the back of his throat, something that isn’t quite a word, but before I can press him and ask for more of a response, he walks away.
Coward.
“Fuck no,” I curse and reach for the slip dress I had on before, now abandoned in a heap on the floor.
“Veda, let him be,” Jesse tries to stop me, a hand over my arm.
“No, I’m done letting him be,” I shake his hold as my eyes flick from Jesse to Derrick. “Don’t interrupt us. I know what I’m doing.”
I’m out of there faster than they can argue.
Adrenaline pumping into my veins, I enter his room without knocking, but he’s not there. I march down the hall, not surprised to find him in the office. Head cast down, both hands gripping the table, his breathing is fast and erratic, as if he ran a thousand miles to get here. Me too, buddy.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says as I approach.
“I’m done with this.” I gesture to the space between us. “I was afraid before that you didn’t feel the same, but you do. And then I didn’t want to tempt you too much—”
He laughs darkly, lifting his head and pinning me with a hungry look. It melts my knees, making me almost stumble in place.
“Do you think I missed your perfume all over the house? Do you think I can’t tell when you’re drenched through your damn panties?”
Damn. If he’s trying to keep me away, this is the wrong way to do it.
The nervousness of our fight starts to leave, and in its place, hot curling desire twists me up.
My nipples pebble under the thin fabric of the dress, and I resist the urge to rub my legs together.
Jesse was teasing me with his tongue for so fucking long, but I never got my release.
The shift in my mood is not missed. Major’s eyes fall closed, and he cracks his neck, his grip on the table so tight that his knuckles turn white. This man is on the edge, holding together by a thread, yet all I want to do is poke him until he loses it. I really must be insane.
My hip grazes the table, stopping just an inch from his hand. “You've been avoiding me for two weeks, Major. Did it help? Does my perfume affect you less now? Can’t you stand the smell of my pussy after I let them finger fuck me all over your couch?”
The words are bold, but I still blush, not used to being this direct. All this time that Major wasted, I was out there letting myself be free and not judging my body for its every reaction. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, my mind is clear, and I’m ready to be more assertive.
Starting with him.
“You shouldn’t say stuff like that to me,” he says slowly as he lifts his eyes to mine, “Especially after torturing me for weeks.”
I have to bite my cheeks not to smile, but he makes this too easy. I replayed that time here in his office too many times in my head. It was the first time I’ve seen a glimpse of who he really is, and I didn’t let it go. Every word he said to me is forever inked in my brain.
“So punish me,” I whisper.
The request breaks his resolve. He sucks in a breath, his hands leave the table with impressive speed. Rough hands roam over my body, turning my back against his chest, taking a whimper from my lips. I’ve never been exactly small, yet he’s so big he makes me feel dainty.
It’s absolute bliss when he pushes me down to fold at my waist, ass sticking out. I shouldn’t feel so powerful in this vulnerable position, but I do. I’m getting my way, and I have to bite my cheek so as not to smile too big.
His hands land over my ass in a gentle caress, and I shiver all over in anticipation. I never thought I wanted to be spanked until he threatened me with it. Since then, it’s all I can think about when I look at him. That, and his piercings.
My heart hammers so hard that my whole body trembles, and I do everything I can not to move. I stay as the prey I am, quiet and waiting. Seconds tick by, and I turn my head to the side, trying to look at him, but he’s perfectly positioned behind me.
“Do you really want this?” he asks, voice so heavy with desire, goose bumps run all over my skin.
“Yes,” I hiss, hungry for him.
“You want to see me out of control.”
It’s not a question because he knows.
“I’d do anything to have you, Major,” I say with more honesty than I intended. “Even if I need to poke and try to do whatever I can to make you notice me.”
He chuckles. “Notice you? You’re all I see, baby girl.”
My eyes close, and I swallow the sudden emotion overcoming me. “Do it.” I lift my head as much as I can and throw him a look over my shoulder. “You’ve promised.”
“Fuck, Veda,” he whispers.
My toes curl against the wooden floors when he lifts my dress, exposing my ass to him. He curses more when he sees all of me, and I hold my breath waiting for him to finally let it go. His hand makes the first contact with my skin. It’s a feathery touch, yet I moan, starved for more.
Major groans over me, and without further warning, the first spank lands on my right cheek.
It stings, but then he rubs the area with his warm palm before doing it again.
Every time his hand lands on my cheek, the pressure propels me farther, and the edge of the table grazes right over my clit. It’s driving me insane.
“Look at you, baby girl,” he coos. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
The praise makes my heart flutter as if it has wings, when another slap lands, I yelp, but at this point, there’s not even a sting. Every sensation escalates, every feeling has me by my throat, and his name rings around the room, so loud, it takes me a moment to realize it escaped from my lips.
“Fuck,” he swears as he kicks my legs apart, his fingers entering me for the first time.
It’s a snug fit. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he takes on a rhythm, pumping his fingers into me until I’m seeing stars.
“You’re so tight, how the fuck can you be so tight?”
He praises the tightness, the warmth, and everything else. The orgasm builds, and I know I’m about to explode at any moment, but I don’t want it like this. It’s not enough.
“Major, please.”
“Please, what?”
If anything, begging makes him pump deeper into me, his fingers curl and hit a place that makes me forget every word of the English language.
“What do you need, baby? I can give you anything.”
I whimper unintelligible words. We started this with me in the power position, but he switched it around so fast that I’m left here at his mercy.
“I need your knot, Major.”