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  Layover

  Open Skies, Book One

  Becca Jameson

  Copyright © 2020 by Becca Jameson

  Cover Artist: Originalsyn

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. And resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Contents

  Newsletter

  Acknowledgments

  About the Book

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

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  Acknowledgments

  Many thanks to my childhood friend Jason, whose name I used in this book. He provided me with amazing details of his time in Desert Storm, including how he acquired his nickname. I used several of these details when writing Layover, and I’m grateful for his contributions.

  About the Book

  Libby

  It was supposed to be a one-night stand with a buff Delta.

  A chance to experience the forbidden.

  Her parents would never approve. Her mother’s heart is set on her marrying a Guatemalan.

  But he rocked her world, and she can’t get him out of her mind months later.

  The chemistry… The way he made her feel… The control…

  When he steps into her path again, she can’t resist the temptation. She won’t.

  Jason

  No way was he going after a woman who snuck out on him.

  No matter how good the sex was or how well they connected.

  He needed to focus on his last few months in the Army.

  But she was never far from his mind, and now he’s moved to her town.

  He’s not about to let her slip through his hands a second time, but is she using him?

  He’s been screwed over before. He won’t make the same mistake twice.

  Prologue

  “That one,” Libby whispered as she set her elbows on the high-top table where the two women stood and leaned in closer to Christa, her breath hitching.

  Christa glanced at Libby and then followed her line of sight. “The tall one?”

  “They’re all tall. You think it’s a requirement or something?” she joked, sitting up straighter. “Maybe there’s a height requirement for men who enter the military.”

  Christa rolled her pale blue eyes and tucked a lock of blond hair behind her ear. “There is no height requirement for the military.”

  Libby shot her a goofy glance. “I was kidding.”

  “You’re not wrong though. It seems like all of Trent’s friends are tall. And built. And…do these guys ever eat junk food?”

  The man Libby had her sights on glanced their direction. When he turned his body, she licked her lips. He had on khaki dress pants, a pale-blue, button-down shirt, and loafers. Casual but stylish. Like the rest of the wedding party at Destiny and Trent’s rehearsal dinner.

  Libby smiled at him. And then she melted a bit when he returned the smile.

  Christa jerked her gaze downward and muttered, “Shit. He caught us ogling.”

  “Ogling? We’re downright staring, and I don’t care if he did catch us. Me in particular. I hope he’s single.”

  Christa lifted her gaze back to face Libby. Her cheeks were pink, which happened often considering how pale Christa’s skin was and how easily she embarrassed. “Does it even matter? If all you care about is a one-night stand with one of these guys, what difference does it make if he’s single or not?”

  Libby gasped in mock horror. “I’m not stealing some other woman’s man.” Destiny, one of her best friends and the star of this weekend, hadn’t mentioned any of her fiancé Trent’s friends being married or even in serious relationships. So Libby wasn’t too worried. She was on a mission. Her goal for the night was to choose a willing, handsome, buff guy and then flirt mercilessly with him.

  Tomorrow night was when she intended to strike, after the wedding itself. Tonight would be too obvious in this more intimate gathering in the reserved room at the back of an Italian restaurant. Besides, it would be awkward tomorrow if she slept with one of the groomsmen and then had to face him at the wedding.

  She was pretty sure the man she’d singled out who was now glancing at her yet again was named Jason Nixon. It was nearly impossible to keep up with any one of Trent’s friends’ names since half the time he called them by their last name, and the other half of the time he referred to them by their team nickname. But she’d heard them refer to this tall, broad, breath of fresh air as Hatch.

  “I don’t know how you can possibly set your mind to having sex with a stranger before you’ve even met him,” Christa continued, her voice low, her eyes darting around as if the mention of the word sex might cause eyebrows to rise.

  “Girl, do you have any idea what kind of men I’ve dated? I’m twenty-eight years old. My mother has set me up with half the Guatemalan men anywhere close to my age in a thirty-mile radius. Every one of them has been a failure.”

  Christa giggled. “Your mom is persistent.”

  “That’s an understatement. She doesn’t seem to grasp that since I was born and raised in Dallas, I spent my life exposed to a far more diverse culture than she’s from.” Libby glanced at Christa. “The guys she sets me up with are always cocky and macho. They may act perfectly polite when they’re around my parents, but as soon as we’re alone it’s like they puff out their chests and start some sort of mating dance.” Libby shuddered at the reminder.

  Christa laughed harder. “Don’t forget, I’ve been with you on a few double dates. I’ve seen this mating dance in action. Your description is hilarious but spot-on.”

  Libby sighed as she glanced again at Jason. “I want to know what it feels like to be with a man who’s more interested in me than himself. That guy…” She nodded once again toward the man who’d grabbed her attention, “…makes me squirm. I like the way he smiles at me. It doesn’t hurt that he’s rock hard, muscular, and tall.” Libby sighed dramatically.

  “Not gonna lie. He looks pretty cocky himself.”

  Libby shook her head. “No. It’s different. He looks confident. Alpha, but not in a macho sort of way,” she mused. “I’ve always had a bit of a thing for men in uniform. I’m dying to roll around between the sheets with one of them.”

  “And you think if you sleep with one of these guys, you’ll get it out of your system? Seems like a risky idea.”

  Libby nodded. “T
hat’s my plan.”

  “What are you going to tell your mom when you end up falling for him?”

  Libby cringed. “Not gonna happen. My parents would have a coronary if I dated a man like that cool drink of water. He has so many strikes against him, my mother would drop dead. He’s full-blooded American for one thing, and white.”

  “Might I remind you that you’re full-blooded American too,” Christa pointed out. “It’s not a race.”

  Libby laughed. “To my mother it is. ‘Guatemalans must stick together,’” she began in her mother’s authoritative tone. ‘It’s time for you to find a nice man from our country and settle down. I’m not getting any younger. I need grandbabies.’”

  Christa winced. “Yeah, your mom does kinda sound like that.”

  “And the crazy thing is that she was born in the US too. I guess the fact that she lived in a less diverse community growing up caused her to absorb more of the traditional Guatemalan ways of thinking. I thought maybe she would lighten up after her parents passed away, but noooo. If anything, she lays it on even thicker.”

  “Shit. He’s coming this way,” Christa whispered.

  Libby sat up straighter, smoothing her hands down her dress, over her thighs. She hoped her makeup looked okay. She hadn’t reapplied lipstick since they’d finished dinner.

  Suddenly, she felt a bit silly and presumptuous. It wasn’t like her to pick out a man from across a room and set her sights on him. She honestly hadn’t dated any white guys. Nor had she dated anyone as formidable as this man.

  His gaze was definitely set on her as he approached, his swagger slightly cocky, his lips tipped up almost in a smirk. Maybe he was no different than the macho guys she was used to, but somehow he had a different vibe. Her body had come alive more and more throughout the evening. By now, she was buzzing with arousal. Most of the men she’d dated made her cringe and shrink away from them within minutes. Not this one. By the time he reached their table, Libby was no longer breathing. She had to tip her head way back to meet his gaze.

  He turned toward Christa. “I haven’t had a chance to meet you two yet.” He held out a hand. “Jason Nixon.”

  At least Libby had his name right in her head.

  Christa shook his hand in her small pale one, barely managing to murmur, “Christa Boyce.” She took a step back, pointing over her shoulder. “I’m just gonna go get a drink.” She fled so fast it was a wonder a breeze didn’t hit Libby in the face.

  Jason turned his attention toward Libby once again and took her hand next. “And you are?”

  “Libby. Libby Garcia,” she stammered, loving the feel of his firm handshake. His hand was darn near twice the size of hers. Granted, everything about her was petite. She was four eleven and proportionately dainty. Most of the time that fact drove her crazy, and she worked hard to make up for her size with personality. With Jason, she suddenly didn’t mind. He seemed huge and powerful, and she liked it.

  “Libby. Is that short for Elizabeth?”

  She shook her head and cleared her throat. “No. Libertad.”

  “Ah, Hispanic. Libertad. Liberty. I love that.” His accent was nearly perfect.

  Her eyes widened. For one thing, no one ever loved her weird name. And for another thing, Jason Nixon apparently spoke at least enough Spanish to correctly pronounce and translate Liberty. Interesting. “Thank you,” she managed to murmur as he released her fingers.

  “Nice to meet you, Libby. Save a dance for me tomorrow night?”

  She nearly choked as she stared at his raised eyebrow. She was not going to chicken out. She was so totally going to lay it on thick with this hunk. “Absolutely. Looking forward to it.”

  Chapter 1

  Twenty-four hours later…

  Libby slid her palms up and down Jason’s back as soon as he’d tugged off his uniform jacket and draped it over the back of the one chair in his hotel room. He was as hard as she’d imagined. Every inch of him rock solid. Muscular. Fit. Her mouth watered. A frantic yearning to have more of him consumed her.

  He hadn’t even kissed her yet, but she could tell by the hungry look in his eyes that was about to change. He cupped her face and stared into her eyes in the dim light.

  After hours of flirting mercilessly with each other at the wedding and then the reception, they had finally broken away from the party to sneak upstairs to his room. The sneaking part probably wasn’t necessary, nor did she suspect they had pulled it off. She doubted any of her friends or his had any doubt about where and how she and Jason intended to spend the rest of the night.

  He stepped closer, taking her breath away as he flattened her to the wall. His huge hands came to her face, cupping it reverently, his gaze intense. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body,” he informed her in a gravelly voice.

  “I hope so,” she whispered in response. She’d been aroused all evening. No. She’d been aroused since she’d set eyes on him last night at the rehearsal. She’d tossed and turned all night dreaming about what it might be like to have his hands on her, his lips on hers, his cock inside her.

  Thank God he’d gotten the message from her not-so-subtle suggestions last night because she wasn’t sure what she might have done if she’d arrived at the wedding today to find him ignoring her entirely.

  He’d done nothing of the sort. In fact, when she’d first spotted him among the crowd of groomsmen gathered outside the church, he’d smiled at her. Confident. Knowing.

  Her heart had fluttered from that moment on. Thousands of glances later, with no words spoken between them, he’d finally taken her hand and led her to the dance floor near the end of the evening. “You promised me a dance,” he’d murmured as he began to rock her back and forth to the slow song.

  His hands had been everywhere, sliding up and down her back, over her ass, around to stroke the sides of her breasts. Anyone paying attention would think they were an item. It had been raw. Heady. Exciting.

  After three dances in which they’d exchanged only a handful of words, he’d lifted a brow. “Take five minutes to say goodbye to your friends.”

  Her panties had melted at those words. Not a question. Not even an inquiry. Just a firm demand. She’d shuddered and then licked her lips. “I don’t need to. I’ll see them tomorrow.”

  He’d smiled slowly before spinning her around and angling her toward the ballroom exit. “Purse?”

  “Nope.” She’d left everything in her room upstairs. The one she was sharing with Christa. Their other two friends, Bex and Shayla, were in the adjoining room. The four of them, along with Destiny, worked for the same airline, Open Skies. That’s how they’d met several years ago.

  All of Libby’s friends were fully aware of her intentions for the night. She’d waxed on and on about wanting to have sex with a military man for years. This was her chance. She was taking it.

  She had no doubt the three of them would spend plenty of time teasing her both behind her back tonight and in the morning. She didn’t care. This was going to be one of the best nights of her life.

  Jason drew her thoughts back to the present when he stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. “Open for me, Libby.”

  She shivered as she parted her lips, letting his thumb slide inside. Every syllable coming from his mouth made her hotter. Her damn traitorous nipples had been hard all evening under the silky material of her black evening gown. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and that heightened her awareness.

  None of them had worn a bra. The dress had two straps that tied at the base of Libby’s head but her back was completely bare all the way to the top of her butt.

  As he had on the dance floor, Jason slid one hand away from her face to flatten it on the small of her back, angling her body closer to his, pulling her a few inches from the wall. “Suck.”

  She moaned around his thick thumb and he fucked her mouth with it, letting her tongue glide around the tip and down the length, her gaze never leaving his.

  Jason’s eyes heated and his grip tightened
, his fingers pressing against her back, slipping lower to reach a few inches below the edge of the dress. “That’s so fucking hot.” He stroked her butt cheek with his fingers. “Your skin is so smooth. I can’t wait to run my tongue along it. You ready for that?”

  She gave a garbled response around his thumb, nodding slightly.

  He smiled. “You’ve been ready all night, haven’t you, little one?”

  She swallowed around his thumb as he pressed it deeper. There was no need to respond, but she shivered again when his hand slid up her back slowly until he reached the knot at the back of her neck.

  He held her gaze as he easily worked the silky material loose. The moment he released the knot, the dress shimmered down her body and hit the floor, leaving her in nothing but her black lace thong and gold heels.

  Her nipples puckered further than they had been all evening as the air hit them. Seconds later, Jason cupped one small breast and squeezed, his thumb and finger finding her nipple and pinching it.

  She rose onto her tiptoes as the instant sting washed through her body. Her thong was soaked, and every movement caused the lace to rub against her clit.