Blown Away: A Small Town Military Romance (The Moore Brothers Book 1) (16 page)

And then suddenly, the doors on the airplane were open. Her toes were on the edge. The sky stretched out in front of her, and the ground seemed light years away. The giant hangar where she’d spent the morning was nothing more than a tiny spec down below. Her heart was in her throat and Dillan was strapped on her back. Despite what Ian had said, Dillan was nothing like a crazed leprechaun at this point. He was calm and confident and kept reminding her of everything she’d learned on the ground.

She took a breath. Stared down at the ground so far below her. Took another breath.

And then, without waiting to think, she did it. She leaned forward, ducking her head like she’d been instructed and holy shit! She was falling! Somehow, Dillan flipped them so they were facing the plane as they fell and Julz got to see Ian step up to the doors. He waved and she could have sworn she saw pride all over his face for just a second before Dillan got them flipped over again and they were facing the ground.

Dillan was right. This was nothing at all like a drop on a roller coaster and it was everything she’d ever imagined being able to fly would feel like.

Out of nowhere, Ian came zooming down past her, a human torpedo, and then he straightened his body to slow his fall. With Dillan’s help, they zoomed and maneuvered through the air until they were, indeed, close enough to hold hands. It took every bit of courage in Juliet’s heart to take her hands off the straps around her chest to reach out for him, but she did it. And when her hand was safely wrapped in his, she looked into his eyes and knew that she’d truly never be the same. This experience had Life Changing Event written all over it.

When it was time to open the canopies, they maneuvered away from each other and Dillan pulled the cord. Juliet braced herself for what she was sure would be a massive jerking experience as the parachute filled with air even though Dillan and Ian had both assured her it wasn’t going to be bad. Of course, they were right. It was no worse than jumping feet first into a pool of water. The four minute trip down to the ground was like an adrenaline fueled meditation session. She’d never been more in the moment. Ever. No worry. No stress. No anxiety. She just … was.

They touched down without issues and as soon as Juliet was free from Dillan, she raced right into Ian’s arms. “Oh my God, thank you! Holy shit! I can’t believe I just did that!”

Ian did his best to hold her tight even though she was wiggling around with excitement. She totally got Dillan’s attitude when they first arrived. And this was his
job.
This was how he
lived.

“Yep. You did it. I totally knew you could.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this …” she looked around, searching for the right word. “Powerful. I’ve never felt this powerful before. Like I can take on anything.”

Ian exchanged a knowing look with Dillan. “And just think, you haven’t even done it by yourself, yet.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Ian

Powerful. That’s exactly how Ian wanted to make Juliet feel. Safe. Capable. Not just taken care of, but strong in her own right. He wanted to build her up and make her better. He wanted to see this look on her face every day.

As adorable as she looked in her flight suit, she looked even better out of it, where his hands could touch her skin and his eyes could rove her curves. She’d chatted away non-stop as they walked back to his car and kept on going as he threw it in gear and headed back towards Bliss for lunch. It was nice to see her like that, throwing her practiced smile out the window and just being herself.

“Wait a minute,” Juliet said, interrupting herself. “I thought you said you didn’t fly anymore.” Concern and confusion creased her delicate face.

“I didn’t fly that plane today.” He knew what she was driving at, but it was fun to play with her.

“You know what I mean,” she said, rolling her eyes and laughing lightly. “You were up in the air. In a plane. And then you jumped out of the plane. Which has to be worse than actually driving one.”

“Driving one, huh. That’s the word you’re going with?”

She slapped him playfully on the arm, widening her eyes. “Yes, that’s what I’m going with and you know what I’m trying to ask. So spill it, Moore.” The transition of her face from playful to fearful as she realized that she’d not only hit him, but also gave him an order broke his heart a little. That wouldn’t do at all. He wanted her comfortable enough around him to be herself.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, purposefully keeping his voice light and his face bright. He waited until her fear receded before he continued. “You’re right. After the accident, I didn’t want to fly again. I wanted to keep my ass on the ground. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that was fear talking, because there was never a time in my life that I didn’t want to be in the air. And you know what? I refuse to let fear rule me. That’s when I had the idea to start skydiving, get myself up in the air again. Battle down all the crazy stuff I had in my head when I first came home.”

Ian still didn’t like talking about the accident, but he’d keep sharing if she asked. If he expected her to be completely open with him—and one day soon he was going to push her for information about that Tech Lord guy and he would expect her to be open with him—then he’d need to be just as open with her. He waited for her to ask another question about what happened, but she just sat quietly, staring out the window for a few seconds.

“That’s the kind of answer I’d expect from you,” she finally said, just when he started to think she wasn’t going to speak again. “Strong and capable. Filled with willpower and self-awareness. I wish I was like that.”

“But you are.”
For the most part,
he finished in his head. She carried around so much self-doubt. So much latent sadness inside her. It held her back from truly believing in herself and the decisions she made. But she had the strength to get past it, and what she didn’t have, he was going to give her. And the first step was confidence.

“No. Not like you.”

“Yes. Just like me. Look, I’m not going to pretend to know what caused you to need four states and almost a thousand miles between you and the city, but that took guts. Just you and your little dog, too, in a car, heading off to who knew where.”

“Yah, but it was stupid. Doing it without a plan, just rushing off as soon as I was brave enough,” she said, ignoring his Wizard of Oz reference.

Brave enough.
That was the first time she’d even come close to acknowledging the fear he’d seen in her eyes in all those pictures of her with Michael Phillips when Ian had Googled her. “I expect that you had a very good reason to need to make the choice as quickly as you did.” Ian reached out and put a hand on Juliet’s thigh and she jumped, her eyes far away.

“I did.”

“And you don’t think it took guts to go ahead and do it once you knew it was time to leave?”

She thought for a second, the darkness on her face lightening. “It did,” she said, nodding. “But it was still stupid.”

Ian put his hand back on the wheel but turned to catch her eye. “Are you saying you’re not happy here?”

Shock washed away the self-doubt on her face. “Oh, no! I’m happier than I’ve ever been!”

Ian could tell she really meant it. “And are you saying that you don’t like where you are?”

“I love it here.” The look on her face was like dawn breaking. Understanding and realization dropping her shoulders away from her ears.

“Then it sounds like there was nothing stupid about what you did, whatsoever.” He enjoyed the surprise on her face for a second. “And I’m glad you’re happy. And I love that you love it here.”

She fell quiet and Ian knew he’d given her a lot to think about so he took over the conversation and chatted away while she digested what he’d said. The radio was on and the sun was shining and he could actually watch stress fall away from her, like she was letting go of something heavy. By the time they were nearly finished with lunch, Juliet was beaming and animated as they talked.

“What a fantastic day,” she said, wiping her mouth and throwing her napkin on her plate.

“I can’t argue with that. But I’m ready for you to show me just how grateful you are.” It was time to push her boundaries just a little.

Her eyes lit up and she leaned towards him, lowering her voice. “You ready for that blow job?”

“I’m in the mood for a whole lot more than just a blow job.” He looked towards the hall that led to the bathrooms in the back of the crowded restaurant. “Meet me in the ladies room.”

Her jaw fell open and her eyebrows just about ejected themselves off her face, but he could see her consider it. Watched her eyes grow hungry at the thought of it. “You like that idea don’t you?”

“Maybe.” She drew the word out and a blush flared across her cheeks. “But I don’t know if I can.” She looked into her lap. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Juliet Lane.” He waited until she met his eyes. “First of all, you can’t disappoint me. Everything about you surprises me and makes me happy. But second of all, you just jumped out of a
freaking airplane
. And you didn’t think you could do that, either.” He waited and got to watch that feeling of power bloom in her again.

She bit her lip and stood, her eyes never leaving his. She stood there for a few seconds, biting her lip and blushing and Ian started to wonder if she’d end up sitting right back down again. He should have known better than to doubt her because damn if she didn’t turn away from him, saunter back towards the hallway that led to the restrooms, and disappear around the corner.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Juliet

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. She was really going to do this. She was going to have sex in the bathroom of a crowded restaurant the very same day she jumped out of an airplane! Who the hell was this girl because she sure wasn't boring old Juliet Lane. There’s no way Willow would believe her when she told her.
If
she told her. Okay,
when
she told her because there was no way Juliet could keep this day to herself.

At least the bathroom was clean. And, it was one of those single deals where they’d be able to lock the door. But, even with that door closed tight, she could still hear the clink and clank of forks on plates and the murmur of conversation coming from the restaurant. And if she could hear the people out there, then they could hear her, and she’d never been very good at keeping quiet. Especially with Ian.

She realized she was pacing and grasped the edges of the sink with both hands and stared at her reflection in the mirror. If Ian didn’t show up soon, she’d lose her nerve, and she really didn’t want to lose her nerve. She wanted to do this. For him. But also for her. She wanted to nurture that feeling of power he fostered inside her. That feeling of bravery. Plus, her panties had gotten a little damp the second he mentioned it. Maybe she was more daring than she gave herself credit for.

The door swung open and Ian slipped inside, pressing it shut behind him and turning the lock to send the bolt home. She straightened and couldn’t take her eyes off him, couldn’t help the smile that stretched wide across her face. In fact, she realized with horror, she was one second away from breaking into nervous giggles. Nothing sexy about that. Nothing sexy about that at all.

But then Ian reached out for her and she crossed the space into his arms, his mouth hungry and eager on hers, his tongue caressing her lips until she opened her mouth and let him in. Her body burned for him. She needed him inside her, filling her, stretching her. She needed the release that he’d bring, the muscle sagging, can’t walk, leg-quivering pleasure.

But first, she had a promise to fulfill.

She dropped to her knees and pulled on his belt, her eyes on his. He sighed behind closed lips and there was that feeling of power again, charging around inside her, making her want to feel him grow harder in her mouth and know that she was the one doing it to him. She fiddled with his pants until she got him free, his long sheath warm and velvety in her hands. She swirled her tongue around the tip, smiling when she tasted the tiny drop of moisture that beaded there.

She kept her lips tight as she brought him all the way to the back of her throat, softened the muscles and pushed him a little deeper until she couldn’t breathe and pulled back, gasping for air. She looked up and found him watching her, lust burning in his eyes, and it only made her want to do it again. And again.

“You’ve gotta stop,” he whispered. “I need
you.
All of you.” Ian pulled her to her feet, lifting her shirt once she was standing and kissed her breasts, pulling on her taught nipple through the lace of her bra with his mouth. She fought against a moan and kept her hands on his dick, stroking him, egging him on. He pulled her bra down and sucked on the delicate white flesh of her breast. Sucked so hard it almost hurt, and when he pulled away, he’d left a mark.

“Mine,” he whispered, and heat flamed at her center. She stared down at her breast, Ian’s mark clear against the pale skin inside her tan line. His. Oh, God, yes. His.

He pulled at her waistband and she kicked off her shoes and socks, stepped out of her shorts and he lifted her up to perch on the edge of the sink. She wrapped her legs around his hips and clutched at his back, feeling the long strands of muscle working as he entered her in one quick thrust. Her mouth flew open and she gasped loudly, unable to stop herself from making the sound.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he whispered and thrust his hips forward again. And again. Her breath hitched and she bit her lip, letting her head fall back. “Look at me, Juliet.” He moved slowly now, teasing her, and the sound of her name on his lips made her moan in pleasure. When she met his eyes, he shook his head and put a finger to his lips, sliding in and out of her, building speed.