Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(69)

“I should have thought about that when I asked you to marry me before we left for Alaska. I should have thought more about what I was asking you to give up. I didn’t. So I want you to really think about this and make sure it’s what you want. Because if it isn’t, I understand. It’s a lot to take a chance on. I understand if it’s too much.”

“What can you promise me?” I asked, needing to hear the words, knowing he’d give them to me.

He took a breath as though it pained him. “That I love you. That I’ll always love you. That I will do everything in my power to stay safe, to come home to you. That I will die loving you, whenever that is. That I will do anything I can to make this lifestyle work for us. That if it comes down to a choice I can make, I will always choose you over my career. I’ll give you a family if you want it. I’ll spend my life loving you, working to make you happy.”

I’d wanted absolutes before, guarantees he couldn’t give. I’d wanted an oath signed in blood that this was a risk that would pan out, that I wouldn’t get hurt. I’d wanted a big f*cking net at the bottom when I leapt.

What I got instead was love, so much love, and it turned out, that was all I had really needed after all.

I reached out, capturing Noah’s face in my hands, staring into those dark eyes that looked a little bit lost, drowning in them, wanting to spend my entire life looking at him.

“I love you. I want to marry you. I want to go to Korea with you. I’ll go anywhere with you. I don’t need anything else. Just you.”

He groaned, and then the sound disappeared, lost between his mouth and mine.

Noah’s lips devoured me, his kiss both desperate and hopeful, as though we had all we needed to get through this.

My hands found the zipper of his flight suit, dragging it down the rest of the way, and then I pulled away from his mouth and sank to my knees, my fingers working the laces of his boots while he watched me. I removed one, then the other, pulling his socks off.

His flight suit came next, then his worn khaki-colored T-shirt, and finally his boxers, until he sat on the edge of the bed, naked, legs spread.

I settled between his thighs, gripping the base of his semi-hard cock, my hands stroking him as he grew beneath my touch. I dipped my head, licking the tip, and then I took him deep in my mouth as he fell back on the bed, a groan torn from his lips.

I licked and sucked, using every trick I knew to lead him toward orgasm. This wasn’t sex; it was resurrection. My attempt at taking his tired body and putting it back together again. His body quaked beneath my touch as I laid siege to all the stress, and fear, and pain that plagued him. As I brought him closer and closer to release with my tongue, and lips, and hands.

Noah’s hips rocked forward, taking what I gave and wanting more.

He groaned. “So f*cking good, babe. I’m going to come.”

I increased the pace of my hands around the base of his cock, my fingers twisting and stroking, my tongue laving the head, sucking him deeper and deeper, harder, faster, until finally I felt him coming, his body shuddering with each thrust. When he finished, his body stilled, his limbs hanging over the edge of the bed.

I got to my feet, pressing a kiss to one of his pecs. Our gazes met, and it seemed like some of the shadows had disappeared from his eyes, as though some of the demons had been chased away.

Maybe blowjobs were a little magic.

I leaned back, but Noah’s hand curled around my wrist and held me in place.

“Straddle me.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

He gave me a knowing look. “It’s been over a month. Straddle me.”

God, yes.

I was already wet, already turned on to the point where little foreplay was needed. It had been a long six weeks, and more than anything, the past few days had been interminable. I needed him in a way I hadn’t needed him before.

Noah moved higher on the bed and I straddled him, taking his cock between my hands—he hadn’t been exaggerating, he was still hard—stroking him from base to tip, once, twice, and then I positioned myself over him and sank down, my body shuddering as he filled me. My head rolled back, my chest arching forward, and for a moment I didn’t move, just enjoyed the feel of him inside me, and then his big hand came down on my hip, his skin just a touch darker than mine, his fingers molding my flesh, and without speaking, he commanded me to ride him.

It was fast. It was hard. And when my orgasm came on like a freight train, I simply shattered, the remnants of my pleasure met by the beginning of Noah’s.

We collapsed together, and before my eyes closed, I prayed that I’d chased away whatever dreams plagued him at night, whatever memories he had of the accident.

I prayed for peace.



NOAH

I awoke to Jordan’s body wrapped around me like a vine. To the scent of her perfume, the smell of her shampoo, the feel of her hair tickling my face.

I hadn’t dreamed.

I kissed her shoulder, rolling out of her embrace, my feet hitting the floor with a wince. The flight back from Alaska had been a tense one and my body ached from sitting cramped in the cockpit, from looking over my shoulder.

I headed to the kitchen, needing coffee, food, and a moment to get my shit together. I walked past Easy’s open door, more than a little worried to see his bed made, no sign that he’d come home last night. Easy out all night wasn’t a new phenomenon by any stretch of the imagination, but considering it was his first night back from being gone for over a month, I was surprised he hadn’t gotten settled in. Maybe he had wanted to give me some space with Jordan. More likely he was out with some girl. Casual sex wasn’t new with him, either, and I didn’t blame him; hell, I hadn’t been a Boy Scout, but the edge with Easy and the look I’d seen in his eyes did worry me. The whole squadron felt broken, and I had no f*cking clue how to piece it back together again. Especially when I was hemorrhaging myself.