Fighting for Flight JB Salsbury (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📖

her. Moving her hair from her damp face, her eyes flutter open.

“That was amazing.” I marvel in the beauty of her satisfied expression.

“I thought that was my line.” Her sexy post-orgasm voice vibrates in a way that I feel in my shorts.

I grab a towel from the table next to us and cover her naked body.

“Do you want to go inside?” I trace the delicate angles of her face with my fingertip.

Her mouth tilts to a grin. “I have a better idea.”

She pushes herself up off the lounger, leaving the towel behind. With her back toward me, I admire the luscious curves of her bare flesh in the moonlight. She winks at me over her shoulder and, with a small bend of her knees, she jumps into the pool. Skinny dipping? Hell, yeah!

Kicking off my shorts, I jump in after her, keenly aware of my killer hard-on that even the cool water won’t tame.

She floats on her back, and I shamelessly gawk at her perfect breasts poking out from the water. Catching my stare, she swims over to me in the shallow end.

“It’s your turn,” she says as she pushes me back to the steps of the pool.

My heart pounds in my chest. Does she mean what I think she means?

“Sit.” She directs me to sit on the top step where the water is the shallowest.

Eyes still locked on mine, she pulls my legs apart and crawls between them. Her soft, slick body brushes the insides of my thighs, heating my oversensitive skin. With her knees on the step below me, she props herself up to meet my eyes. Her breasts drip with pool water and sex appeal.

“I’ve never done this before, so don’t expect much.” Even in the dim light, I catch the red that colors her cheeks.

“Raven, you don’t have to do this.”

She places her finger against my lips, silencing further protest.

Was I just talking her out of giving me a blow job? That’s a first.

“I’ll just, um, go for it, but if I do something wrong, will you show me?” Her innocent eyes implore mine.

“No way you could do it wrong, baby. I’m almost there just listening to you talk about it.”

With a nod and a smile, she sits back on her heels. Her wet sexy body glistens in the dark, and I know I’m not going to last long. She looks down and licks her lips, then takes me into her mouth. Sucking in a breath, I dig my teeth into my lower lip to keep from groaning in pleasure. My hands fist in her damp hair, not to control her speed or caress, but in pure animal possession.

To think that I could experience this all-consuming lust, as well as the soul-shackling love that I would die to keep, is life changing. This tiny girl who works on cars, laughs at stupid jokes, and blushes at the slightest flirtation is mine. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I would spend the rest of my life making her happy if she’d let me.

So this is love.

My life will never be the same.

I pull her hand from my thigh and wrap it around myself, guiding her strokes before leaving her to it. Her velvety touch striking deep in my core, my hips push off the step. She leans in, the silky push from her breasts at my thighs dropping my head back. Sensations combine with hunger and love, and fuck— My stomach tightens, my release coiling in my abdomen. I’ve got seconds.

“Baby, stop.” I lose her mouth as a delirious groan falls from my lips. I unravel in her hand. Her tight little fist continues to pump and the euphoria intensifies. What the hell? I’m panting, colors swirling behind my eyelids. My legs tense as I’m rocked with aftershocks. “Oh shit.” I blink open my eyes, fascinated that Raven’s first blowjob is the most consuming sexual experience I’ve ever had.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Her arms are wrapped around her chest, a concerned expression on her perfect face.

I fight what could very well be a goofy smile, and lose. “Hurt me?” I lean in, elbows to knees. “Does it look like that hurt me?”

Pushing off from the step, I meet her in the shallow end. I walk her back to the side of the pool and gather her in my arms. Her muscles relax against my own.

“Baby, this has been the most amazing night of my life. Everything about it is perfect, including that kick-ass blow job you just gave me.”

Her giggles erupt against my chest, and I kiss the top of her head.

“I love you, Raven,” I say into her hair.

She tilts her chin up, resting it on my chest. Her wet hair is slicked back, black eyelashes thick with water, and her lips deep red and swollen from taking me. Her stare bores into mine, and I watch something heavy working in her aquamarine eyes.

“I love you too.”

Thirteen

Raven

I’m pulling out of Jonah’s garage at exactly nine twenty-eight a.m. I’m second-guessing that third cup of coffee, my hands shake on the steering wheel, and my empty belly churns. There’s no way I can eat until this meeting with Dominick is over. Trying to calm my angry stomach, I roll down the window for some fresh air. My mind wanders back to last night in an attempt to soothe my nerves.

Lying in bed, wrapped in Jonah’s arms, I found the courage to tell him why I have to meet with Dominick. As a little girl, I’d daydream about him pulling up to our house. He’d have a big box in his hands, wrapped in pink paper. I pictured him kneeling down and telling me how much he missed me. That he’d made a huge mistake in severing himself from my life, and that he was going to make up for lost time. He would beg for forgiveness. I’d finally get the dad I needed.

It’s because of that dream that I have to meet with Dominick.