Layover (Open Skies Book 1) Page 19
She let out a long, slow breath as she relaxed between his legs, her back against his chest, her breasts above his forearm. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. She needed to talk about the day for a while, and she hoped he wouldn’t mind.
“Jason…”
“What, baby girl? Go ahead.” He stroked her arm, letting her know he was taking things at her speed tonight.
“I can’t believe Eddie had his goons kidnap me,” she began. “I can’t believe Eddie had goons.”
“I didn’t see that coming either, little one.”
“I can’t believe you knocked them all out with your bare hands.” She twisted to grin at him. “Holy shit. You’re fucking Rambo.”
He chuckled. “Hardly, but it’s what I was trained to do.” He shrugged.
“Do you really think his parents knew nothing about his plan?”
Jason shrugged. “I’m not sure. The police will have to sort it out. They have much bigger problems than that on their hands. The Lopez family has been on the FBI’s radar for months. It seems they have ties to a cartel. I’m betting Eddie was being groomed to become the next Lopez drug king. Apparently, Eddie was used to getting everything he wanted. And when you turned him down, he wasn’t willing to accept no for an answer.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t realize what a dick he was the first night we went out. I mean, I knew I didn’t care for him or his friends, but I didn’t pin him for a drug lord. Nor did I expect him to have me kidnapped.” She sighed and relaxed closer to Jason’s huge, warm body. He made her feel safe and secure. She was going to need that for a few days.
Christa had called their boss at Open Skies and let them know what had happened even before her shift was supposed to start today. She would take the rest of this week off and then reevaluate.
“I’m not going to let you out of my sight for days. I hope you can live with that,” Jason murmured against her forehead.
“Counting on it.” She chuckled as she remembered something else that had happened today and twisted to face him again. “Oh my God, my mom.”
He grinned.
“She fucking hugged you.”
He chuckled. “She did. Though I must say, I would rather have spent two years winning her over than have you go through what you went through today.”
“I know, but holy shit. She is going to spend a decade apologizing for being so hard on you and for setting me up with Eddie in the first place, and then begging me to continue seeing him.” She twisted farther and set her hand on Jason’s cheek. “You won her over.”
He laughed again, his body shaking so much that the water sloshed around them. “Yeah, mothers always fall right into my palm when I rescue their daughters from the arms of a madman.”
She swatted playfully at his chest and then scrambled to turn all the way around and straddle him.
He set his hands on her hips as she lowered her butt to his thighs. “Baby girl…” he warned.
“I need you.” If he fucking turned her down, she would be devastated.
He slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts. “You’re sure?”
She moaned as his thumbs stroked her nipples, and then she tipped her head back. “Positive. Make it all go away. Replace it.”
He pinched her nipples, and she thrust her pussy forward to stroke against his cock.
“Uh-uh.” He slid her body away from his erection, putting a few inches of space between them.
She lowered her gaze to his. “Jason…” she whimpered.
“Don’t worry, little one. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember any man ever touching you before me, but I’ll do it on my terms. Understood?”
She shuddered. “Yes, Sir.” Her nipples hardened further, and she gripped his legs with her inner thighs.
“Good girl.” He cupped her breasts again, weighing them.
She sighed, resigning herself to the fact that he wasn’t in a hurry. A fast fuck was not what she was going to get tonight.
His hands slid down her body and landed on her thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin close to her pussy. “Are you wet for me, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stroked through her folds, making her gasp. He was moving too slow. Achingly slow. Touching her reverently as if they’d never had sex before. He explored her labia and her clit, not touching her hard enough or long enough in any one spot.
Finally, when she thought she might have to resort to begging, he thrust two fingers into her while reaching for his cock with his other hand. He stroked up and down. “Is this what you want, Libby?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Tell me.”
“Please let me fuck your cock. Right here in the tub. Let me ride you. I need you inside me so badly.” She watched as he stroked the tip with his thumb. It was so hot when he touched himself like that. He was so confident and controlling at all times.
Finally, he released his grip and lifted her by the hips. “Okay, little one. Ride me. Hands on my shoulders. I want to watch your tits bounce as you grind your pussy against my cock.”
Her mouth fell open as he let her body slowly lower over his erection until she was filled with him. It wasn’t until she was sitting against his thighs that he released her and grabbed the edges of the tub. “Ride me, Libby.”
She eagerly obeyed his demand, grabbing his shoulders and lifting herself almost off his cock before impaling herself again. God, this feels good. He rarely let her control things like this, and it nearly brought tears to her eyes when she considered why he was doing this.
He’d manipulated her into being completely under his command while giving her the reins. He was fully dominating her, but not in a way that might scare her tonight. And she loved him for it. It empowered her to fuck him harder. Faster. She lifted and lowered with so much force that water sloshed all around them.
Her arousal grew by the second, drowning out the shitshow of a day. It felt so fucking good. And when her pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him with her release, she cried out and kept pumping.
She didn’t stop until Jason grabbed her hips to steady her. She dropped her gaze to his and watched his own release reveal itself in his expression. Mouth open. Eyes unseeing. Breath hitching. And finally, that low moan he emitted every time he came.
She did that to him.
He did this to her.
When she couldn’t hold her body up any longer, she slumped against his chest as his hands roamed up and down her back. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome, little one.”
The water was growing cold, but she didn’t have the energy to move. Instead, she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. “Please burn that dress.”
“First thing in the morning.” He chuckled.
For a long time, she continued to lie there, relaxing slowly, the tension easing from her body as his hands roamed over her. It was comforting. She knew he was waiting for her to decide when she wanted to get out, and she fought the tears of joy and love that welled up inside her. “I love you,” she murmured.
“I love you too, baby girl.”
“I might say that a lot this week.”
“I might too,” he responded. “We don’t have to keep a tally.”
She sighed heavily. “I just need a few more minutes before we get out.”
“Take all the time you want. I can hold you like this all night.” His leg shifted, and a moment later, the water came back on. He was adding hot water to the tub.
She was the luckiest woman on earth.
Epilogue
One month later…
Jason was yanked out of sleep when the bed shifted and Libby’s gasp filled the room. He immediately turned toward her, finding her sitting upright, her chest rising and falling.
He set his hand on her back to help ground her. This was a frequent occurrence. The nightmares. For the first few weeks after her kidnapping, she�
�d woken up screaming at least once a night. In the last few weeks, her nightmares had become less frequent.
“I’m right here, Libby,” he soothed, letting his hand slide up her back. “You’re okay.”
She turned toward him, drawing in a long deep breath before lowering onto the bed, facing him. “Sorry.” She set a hand on his cheek.
“Don’t be sorry, baby girl. I’ve got you.” He pulled her closer so that their bodies were aligned and brushed the hair from her forehead. He could see her perfectly well since he’d put a nightlight in the room weeks ago.
She rarely slept at her condo anymore. In fact, the lease was almost up, and she would be moving in with him permanently soon. “That one was different. You didn’t scream. Want to talk about it?”
Her brow was furrowed for a moment and then she surprised him with a slow smile. “It wasn’t the abduction. It was my mother this time.”
He groaned. “Your mother? You stress out about her enough when you’re awake. Now she’s infiltrating your dreams?” They’d come a long way in the past month. Maria Garcia had even been civil toward Jason. She’d even looked him in the eye a few times without scowling. He knew she still wasn’t pleased with his existence, but she kept her mouth shut. Her gratitude for his part in rescuing Libby outweighed her ingrained dislike for his skin color and country of origin.
Libby sighed and wiggled even closer to Jason. “We were at the dinner table, and she pretended to accidentally spill most of the pot of coffee on your lap.”
He chuckled. They were going to Libby’s parents’ house for dinner tomorrow night. It wasn’t surprising that Libby was anxious about it. Her mother would undoubtedly say something that would get under Libby’s skin. “I’ll be sure to put my napkin in my lap to protect my skin just in case,” he joked.
She groaned. “I hate that she gets under my skin.”
Jason rubbed her back. “Baby girl, she’s your mom. They are supposed to get under your skin. She’s come a long way. Last time we went over there, she didn’t growl at me a single time. She even offered me a glass of water.”
Libby drew in a breath, holding my gaze. “I love you. Thanks for putting up with me.”
Jason flattened his palm between her shoulder blades and kissed her lips. “I love you too, and I’d put up with anything as long as I have you in my life. Are we going to tell her you’re moving in?”
Libby smiled and wiggled her eye brows. “Already did.”
Jason gasped, his eyes going wide. “You did? You told her? When?”
“The other day when I went by to get my photo albums. Slipped it right into the conversation like it was no big deal. You’d think I was an adult and all,” she teased.
He was stunned and pleased. “How’d she take it?”
Libby shrugged. “She didn’t say a word for a while and then changed the subject. I think she decided to pretend I never spoke. It’s possible she won’t acknowledge it at any point, but the important thing is that I told her. I left your address on the kitchen table too. At least she has it and knows where to find me.”
“I’m proud of you.” Jason pressed his lips to hers again, this time deepening the kiss as he rolled her to her back and threaded their fingers together. She had no idea how happy it made him that she’d taken the initiative and told her mom about her upcoming move.
He loved Libby to pieces, and every gesture she made like that reminded him that she loved him too. All he asked for was for her to put him first, and she did. Every day.
They were also planning a trip to visit his parents in Iowa soon. His mother was thrilled to learn that he had a serious girlfriend. Jason couldn’t wait to bring her home and share that side of him with the woman he loved.
When he finally broke from her lips, she was panting. He stared at her face, smiling. She blinked at him. “What?”
He stroked her knuckles with his thumb. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am.”
She returned the smile. “I feel damn lucky myself. Now, are you going to finish what you started? Or were you planning to leave me all hot and bothered and go back to sleep?”
He chuckled as he pressed his erection against her thigh. “Believe me, I have every intention of ravaging your body, even if it is the middle of the night. Who needs sleep anyway?”
He didn’t let her respond. Instead, he resumed kissing her, this time coming up over her body while pressing her hand into the pillow above her head. He’d give up sleep any night of the week if it meant that he got to remind Libby how much he loved her with his lips, his tongue, his hands, and his cock.
It was working. She was moving in with him. God, he loved this woman.
I hope you’ve enjoyed Layover. Please enjoy the following excerpt from Redeye, the second book in the Open Skies series.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Christa asked as she stood in her bedroom, staring at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her door. “I don’t even know this guy.”
Libby laughed from where she sat on Christa’s bed, leaning against the headboard. “You asked Jason to set you up with someone on more than one occasion. Now that it’s tonight, you have cold feet?”
Christa sighed, wondering if the dress she’d chosen was too much for a first date. They were just going to dinner. Would he think she was working too hard to impress him if she wore this black dress? Maybe she should change into jeans.
“You’re overthinking it,” Libby said. “I can see your mind working from here.”
Christa spun around. “You know how I am. I’m an introvert. Yes, in theory, I want to go out with this buff, sexy, military friend of Jason’s, but in practice I’m nervous. Plus, we’re in the middle of packing, and I have to work three shifts still this week, all of them are redeyes, and I’m a horrible conversationalist.”
Libby spun around and sat on the edge of the bed. “You’ll be fine. Jason says Kraft is an extrovert. He can carry the conversation. Besides, you’ve technically already met him. You danced with him at Destiny’s wedding.”
Christa groaned. “That doesn’t count. I can’t even remember it well. Just some large guy who swung me around the floor. We didn’t exchange many words.”
Libby glanced around. “Well, don’t worry about the packing. It’s mostly done. We don’t move out until Saturday. You’ll have the days to stuff the last few things into boxes. And then you can nap and get to the airport.”
Libby made it sound simple. Christa felt a bit overwhelmed. Why had she agreed to a blind date on a Monday night with so much going on? In addition, she felt bad about leaving Libby home alone to pack. Between Christa, Bex, and Shayla, they usually made sure their schedules included never leaving Libby alone. If Jason couldn’t be with her, one of them always was.
Ever since a crazy man she’d gone on one date with abducted Libby and held her in his basement, they all worried she might freak out if she stayed in the townhouse by herself for any length of time.
Christa felt guilty leaving her. “You sure you’re okay with me going out? I could cancel. There’s no reason I need to go on a blind date tonight of all nights.”
Libby waved a hand through the air. “Don’t be silly. I’m fine. I’m just going to watch old reruns and finish packing the kitchen.”
The doorbell rang.
Christa took a deep breath. “You’re sure?” she asked again.
“Positive. Get your shoes.” She pointed at Christa’s feet.
Christa headed across the room to grab her heels. Half the reason she’d chosen a dress was so that she could wear heels. She was five-foot-six, but she remembered Kraft was six-foot.
“I’ll let him in.” Libby slid off the bed and rushed from the room, bounding down the stairs two at a time, the way she often took the stairs.
Christa took a deep breath and wandered back into the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror again. Her pale blond hair was almost white. She was wearing it down tonight because she knew it was one of her be
st features. It was wavy and long and always attracted attention. She wondered how long it would take Kraft to ask her if it was natural.
She applied another coat of lip gloss and pinched her cheeks. Her pale skin lacked color, but that wouldn’t last long because soon she would be embarrassed for any number of reasons and then her cheeks would flush a deep shade of red. There was nothing she could do to stop it.
Finally, she spun and headed for the stairs, praying this blind date wasn’t about to be the worst decision of her life.
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Author’s Note
I hope you enjoyed the first book in the Open Skies series. So far the series has four books. If you’re wondering about Destiny and Trent’s story, you can read about them in Destiny’s Delta from Delta Team Three in Susan Stoker’s world.
Delta Team Three (Special Forces: Operation Alpha):
Destiny’s Delta
Open Skies:
Layover
Redeye
Nonstop
Standby
Also by Becca Jameson
Open Skies:
Layover
Redeye
Nonstop
Standby
Delta Team Three (Special Forces: Operation Alpha):
Destiny’s Delta
Canyon Springs:
Caleb’s Mate
Hunter’s Mate
Corked and Tapped:
Volume One: Friday Night
Volume Two: Company Party
Volume Three: The Holidays
Surrender:
Raising Lucy
Teaching Abby
Leaving Roman
Choosing Kellen
Pleasing Josie
Honoring Hudson
Nurturing Britney
Project DEEP:
Reviving Emily