Fly With Me by Chanel Cleeton Read Free Book Online

Jordan teased.
    She brushed her hair over her shoulder, drawing my attention up to her breasts.
    â€œSo where have you lived?” she asked.
    Apparently, we were back to informational foreplay. God, that answer took me a while to come up with, too, although not entirely surprising considering all the blood in my head had rushed to my lap.
    â€œThe whole list?”
    She nodded.
    â€œOkay, I was at the Academy in Colorado Springs for college, then I went to Texas for pilot training, then Phoenix for the B course.”
    â€œB course?”
    She reached between us, her fingers tracing my abs and a few more brain cells died. Being stroked by her was heaven, and I was pretty sure I could lie here all day long.
    â€œBasic course. It’s learning how to fly the F-16. Then South Korea, followed by Germany, then a stint in Vegas for weapons school, then almost three years in South Carolina, and now I’m stationed at Bryer Air Force Base near Oklahoma City.”
    â€œSo you’ve lived in eight different places since you joined the Air Force.”
    Her hands went a little lower on my stomach, skimming over my belly button, and I sucked in a deep breath.
    Go lower.
    â€œNot including the times I’ve deployed? Eight places in sixteen years, if you include my time at the Zoo.”
    â€œThe Zoo?”
    â€œAir Force Academy.”
    Her touch stilled, her expression intent. My dick protested, but my brain welcomed the reprieve. There was only so much a man could take.
    â€œHow many times have you deployed?”
    That took a minute, too. “Three. No, four.”
    â€œFor how long?
    â€œThe first two were four months each, the last two six months each. Fighter deployments aren’t as long as some of the other deployments.”
    â€œAnd you like this job?” she asked, the doubt in her voice clear.
    I grinned. “I guess it kind of makes me sound insane when you put it like that, but yeah, I do.”
    She remained still, staring down at me, her hands on my stomach, her gaze locked with mine. Emotions flashed through her eyes, altering the tension between us as if a switch had been flipped. I didn’t know what had happened, just that something had changed.
    I’d have been lying if I didn’t admit that I felt pretty far removed from the civilian population. It was hard to explain what my lifestyle was like. That it was difficult to predict where I’d be living in a couple years, or if I was free to go to a family member’s wedding even with a year’s notice. Dating could be tough considering not many girls liked playing second fiddle to the Air Force. And no matter how hard I tried, I could only make so many promises. Right now I had a job I couldn’t quit and a life that wasn’t my own.
    My original commitment had been eight years out of the Academy. Eight years of service in exchange for millions of dollars of flight training. Then an additional three for weapons school. Now I was eight years away from retirement, a couple years into the next commitment I’d signed. I wasn’t sure if I’d stay active duty past the twenty-year mark or if I’d look at my options in the Guard or Reserve, but either way, I planned on sitting in the cockpit until I was too old to fly.
    So yeah, bad shit and all, I fucking loved my job.
    JORDAN
    I reached between us and linked hands, staring down at him, no longer wondering if he was an urban legend.
    I was straddling the dating equivalent of the Loch Nessmonster, Bigfoot, and the Chuapacabra all rolled into one, and holy shit, I could die happy if I spent every day with him between my legs.
    I’d never met anyone like him. Ever.
    I’d dated guys who acted like a two-year cell phone contract was too much of a commitment. This guy had basically given his adult life to serving his country and he acted like it wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t trying to impress me or make himself look good. He just