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

own. Her dark hair is splayed wildly around her face. She arches back in the way that I know is her signal. She’s close.

Not ready for this to end, I roll to my back, keeping our connection. A light sheen of sweat clings to our bodies, her torso lies atop mine. Her face is buried in my neck where she kisses and licks below my ear.

She pushes herself up, straddling my hips. Her eyelids are low, and her lips part as she seems to absorb the sensations of the different position. My eyes roam her body from her hips, up her slightly rounded feminine stomach, to her perfect full breasts. Gloriously naked and towering over me like an angel without wings.

I circle the tips of her breasts with my fingertips, teasing the sensitive flesh. She presses them into my hands and sucks in a breath. Her heavy-lidded eyes sparkle and she begins to move above me.

Her hands brace at my chest, and I continue to caress her breasts. I watch in amazement as she commands her body with practiced ease. She moves with confidence and control, and it’s hard to believe she was a virgin a day ago. Her pace quickens. She rolls her hips in bliss-ridden waves. I fight every urge to flip over and pound into her. She shifts, searching it out, desperate for the perfect combination.

I’m so close. Her cries alert me to the fact that she is too. I flex my hips into her. She grinds down hard against me. My toes curl and my stomach tightens.

“Fuck, baby . . .”

“Me too, Jonah . . .”

We’re panting and pushing. Grinding and moaning. Her beautiful eyes lock onto mine and bore into my soul. Wound tight, we reach together, pushing toward the edge. Her mouth drops open, and I bite my lip, our orgasms ripping through our connection together.

The shockwaves push through my body, lifting my shoulders from the bed. Her hands move to my knees, bowing her back. I hold her hips in place and continue to grind into her. She throws her head back, calling out my name as we ride out our climax.

Fucking amazing.

Her body falls forward against my chest, pressing her warm, balmy skin to mine. Heavy from the aftershocks of our lovemaking, we lay silently, breathing as one, our hearts beating together.

“Wow,” she mumbles against my neck.

“Mmm.”

She pushes herself up, resting her elbow on my ribs, and her chin in her hand.

“Is it always like this?”

Beautiful and cute.

“No. It’s never been like this. And, yes, with us, it’ll only get better.”

Her eyes grow a fraction before her lids drop lower. “Really?”

I run my fingers through her hair, from root to tip, the long strands falling against my chest. “Yeah, baby.”

She bites her bottom lip and softly moans. Her hips start to move again.

I smile. “My girl wants more.”

“Yeah, Jonah,” she says in that breathy way that makes me instantly hard.

“I aim to please.”

***

After another round of lovemaking, Raven is curled in my arms. Her head rests against my chest and her leg is thrown over my abs. I run my hand through her long, silky hair, twirling it around my finger. My other hand lazily traces patterns on her hip while her finger outlines my tattoo.

“You loved up enough to talk now, or do I need to give it to you one more time?”

She smiles, but doesn’t laugh. “I would love to do it again, but I’m too tired.” The yawn that follows confirms her words.

“Tell me about this Vince guy.”

She huffs out a frustrated breath. “I met him that day I went to see Dominick. He acted like he knew me, but I didn’t think much of it. Guess he’d been milking Eve for information about me for weeks. Then I ran into him at Eve’s. I wanted to tell you, but forgot with everything that was happening with us.”

This all makes sense. Now for the tough question. “What happened tonight at the club?”

She cowers against my chest.

What the fuck?

“We were at the bar after dancing. We had a little too much to drink, and before I knew it, these guys were harassing us—“

“Harassing you? Fuck, Raven! Why didn’t you call me?” My words are flying before my brain has time to consider what I’m saying. And I wonder why she’s cowering? Not wanting to lose my shit, I push my anger down and take a deep breath. “Sorry, baby. Go on.”

She continues to tell me about her night. I try not to dwell on the motherfucker that put his hands on my girl then pressed her up against the bar. I swallow the angry retorts that bubble up from my all-consuming frustration. I nod and listen, unsuccessfully suppressing the occasional growl.

“Did he say where he was taking you?”

“No, he called me a slut and told me it was none of my business. He said that if I didn’t shut up, he was going to make it my business, um . . . allnightlong.” Her chin drops again as she ends the sentence in a whisper.

Did she say all night long? He called her a slut!

My head starts to buzz. “He’s fucking dead,” I say with a calm I am not feeling.

“Um, I’m pretty sure you got him back. I didn’t even recognize his face when you were done with him.”

Her body shivers in my arms. I hold her tighter.

“I can’t let this go, Raven. I’m going back to talk to Dominick. If he doesn’t get his boy in check, we’re going to the cops.”

“Jonah—”

“I’ll do this Dominick’s way. I’ll throw my fight. He’ll get his money. But the moment his goons put their fucking hands on my girl . . .”

What? I have no options. I’m the one with everything to lose, not Dominick. The fucker’s backed me into a corner and he knows it.

“We can’t go to the cops. Even you said he’s got them on his payroll. If Dominick feels threatened, he could leak to the media that