Page 105 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

I nodded in fear, and then he put my goggles up on my face.Jackson tightened the strap around my head. And then, to my complete horror, the guy opened the door of the plane.

The wind gusted in, catching my breath. It didn’t matter. In a moment I would be dead from a heart attack.

Jackson wrapped his huge arms around me. His face nuzzled my neck. “You ready?”

I shook my head no. He laughed. And then he lifted me up. On our bums, we scooted precariously close to the door. Oh my god. We were about to leap out of a plane. My legs hung out the door, and Jackson held onto the bar above our heads. His legs hung out over the plane on either side of mine. I felt him tilt my head back, so it rested against his shoulder. He reached across me and made sure my arms were crossed over my chest.

“Ready?” I heard him yell.

“No,” I screamed. “We’re going to die.”

He tilted forward, and we were falling.

Oh, my God. We tumbled head over heels. It felt like a rollercoaster dive that didn’t end. And then we stabilized. I was on my stomach and Jackson was on my back. I felt him take my hands and part them, so I was spread eagle. Like a frog. The wind flapped my face. The world looked so beautiful below. Despite the fact that we plunged towards death, it was also surreal and calm at the same time. It seemed like time slowed down for us. And at that moment, my trust of Jackson was absolute.

I heard a flap, and then we flipped to an upright sitting position. I looked above my head as the huge parachute opened above our heads. We instantly slowed down.

“Oh, my God,” I yelled with excitement.

Jackson laughed from behind me. “Hang on. This is where it gets fun.”

He pulled the straps, and we swooped in massive big glides from side to side. I hung there in amazement as the world below us got bigger and bigger.

“Legs forward,” he said. I shot my legs up, and then he landed ata run. He gently lowered me to the ground, and I landed back on Jackson.

His arms wrapped around me. I lay there in a daze, the only thing I could do was laugh.

“You did it.”

“I loved it. I just jumped out of a plane,” I giggled uncontrollably. Adrenaline pumped through my body like a drug.

“Yes, you did.”

He propped me on to my shaking legs. I couldn’t do anything but stand there and tremble while Jackson worked to unhook us. He turned me to face him.

“I’m so proud of you.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “That was so unreal.”

He worked to take off my harness, but a smile played on his lips. Then he gathered up the chute and together we walked back to the hanger.

“How was it?” The guy who took our gear from us asked.

“Thank you so much. I loved it.”

He and Jackson shook hands.

“Nice seeing you, man.”

We walked backtowards the truck. He opened the passenger door for me and gave me a hard kiss. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

He brushed some hair off my face. “For trusting me.”

“I thought we were going to die.”

“I know you did. But you still did it anyway.”

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