Page 115 of Come Fly with Me

I kiss my way down her neck and over her breasts, stopping at her stomach to drop several kisses against it. You can’t even tell she’s pregnant yet, but I can’t wait till I can. Can’t wait to watch our baby grow inside her.

“You make me so happy,” I say, looking up at her. She smiles down at me, her fingers in my hair. With a grin, I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, so her pussy is perfectly lined up with my mouth as I say, “And now I’m about to make you very happy.”

After our shower, we’re lying in the huge bed, my head resting on Taylor’s chest, my hand on her stomach.

“So you going to tell me what these plans of yours are?” she asks, her fingers combing through my hair.

I drop a kiss on her stomach before lifting my head. “What are your plans for flying? When do you want to stop?” I ask.

Taylor shrugs. “I don’t know, soonish I think. I haven’t even told anyone yet, although after today, I’m sure everyone at Crescent knows.”

Chuckling, I drop a kiss to her chest, right over her heart. “You know gossip runs rampant through that place.”

“Don’t I ever,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“At least this time, it’s good gossip,” I tell her, knowing that even though it’s stopped now, the rumors and things people said about her back before we got together still bother her. She might have always put on a brave face, but the words hurt, especially when they came from people she thought cared about her.

“Yeah,” she says, smiling at me.

“Okay,” I continue. “So you’re gonna stop flying soon, which means I’m going to too.”

“Wait, what?” she asks, sitting up a little. “Jake, you can’t. You’re due for promotion soon. You have to keep flying so you can make Captain.”

I sit up, joining her so we are both leaning back against the headboard. “But if I keep flying, then I’m away from you. Both of you,” I add, sliding a hand across her belly. “I don’t want that,” I whisper, my eyes meeting hers.

“But…”

“But nothing, babe. I grew up in a military family, which meant my dad was away a lot. I got it, but it didn’t mean I liked it. Doesn’t mean I want that for my kid either,” I tell her, linking our fingers together and lifting our joined hands to my mouth. “I want to be here for you and our kid. Want to be here for every second of it.”

Taylor blinks at me, a shocked look on her face as she takes in my words. Even though we’ve been together for nearly three and a half years now, I know she still struggles with accepting help, with believing people when they say they’ve got her back.

For so long she had to fight on her own, constantly getting overlooked or gossiped about or just completely screwed over because she was a woman or because she did what she wanted without giving a shit about what anyone else thought.

And as much as I totally love that about her, I know there’s a part of her that still struggles to believe it. Which is why I have a two-part plan for all of this.

“So what…what will you do?” she whispers, swallowing hard as she stares at me.

Smiling, I lean in and kiss her again. “Well, you know how we’ve talked about expanding the flight school?” I start. Taylor nods but doesn’t say anything. “So, I was thinking this would be the perfect time to do it.”

“But how?” she asks. “We need investment, money.”

Chuckling, I nod. “I know, but if I sell the Corvette, that will be a decent chunk and we can?—”

“No, Jake, you can’t sell your car, it’s a classic, it’s your baby, it’s?—”

“Not my baby,” I say, smiling as I drop my hand to her stomach again. “It’s what I want to do, Taylor. It’s for us. You, me and our kid…kids even,” I add, giving her a wink.

“Jake, I can’t let you do this,” she whispers. “You love that car.”

I lean in, kissing her softly as I whisper, “Yeah, but I love you more. This is what I want to do, babe,” I tell her. “I promise.” She huffs out a breath that tells me she isn’t happy about my decision, but she’s not going to fight me on it. I laugh, giving her another kiss as I say, “Don’t be stroppy with me, there’s still more.”

She rolls her eyes again, huffing out another breath as she says, “Okay, hit me with it.”

I hold up a finger before I roll out of bed and walk over to my bag. Rummaging inside, I find what I’m looking for before wandering back to the bed.

Taylor watches me the whole time, a small smile on her face because of course, I am still completely naked, just like she is.

“Taylor, love of my life,” I say, sitting on the bed and taking her hand in mine. She smiles at me now, her grin quickly turning to a smirk as I continue. “You are the crayons to my coloring book, the jelly to my donut…” I trail off, grinning at the laugh she lets out because this isn’t the first time I’ve said these words to her. Leaning in, I brush my lips against hers as I whisper, “Nobody touches my junk quite like you, babe.”

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