Page 10 of Dear Alaskan Bush Pilot
"I thought that you were going to take this off." His thick fingers move to reach for the hook of my bra once again.
"Well, I got a bit distracted when you took a nose dive to the floor."
“I’m not sure what you were expecting. I can’t help it if my jeans are an asshole that didn't want to let go of me, and then all the blood in my brain was diverted to my dick when you tempted me with these."
He unhooks my bra, and my breasts are finally free from the confines of the lace fabric.
"Oh shit," he breathes out as he takes a breast in each hand.
I can’t hold back the moan on my lips as he takes one sensitive peak into his mouth and tweaks the other with his forefinger and thumb, dividing his attention between the two.
The pleasure I've felt before, imagining this moment, is nothing like the real thing—it's so much better. An ache throbs between my legs, and only one thing can give me any relief.
I reach between us and rub my hand up and down the thick length of his cock. A deep groan of desire erupts in his chest. I tighten my grip.
“I need you inside me,” I cry out as the ache becomes equal parts pleasurable and painful.
Jack pulls down my panties, and I spread my legs wide for him. He pushes down his boxers, and his cock springs free, ready to bring me to the ultimate bliss. Jack runs the tip of his cock up and down my wet folds, teasing me with each moment that he isn't inside me.
I reach around and grab his firm ass, pulling him towards me, needing to feel him fill me up. Jack pushes inside me, and I cry out at the sensation of him filling me so completely. In and out, he thrusts his hips, using the friction from our bodies together to bring us to the edge of orgasmic bliss.
“Faster,” I urge him, and he obliges.
I reach up and hold onto the iron frame of my headboard for support with each pump of his cock inside me.
“Emery,” he pants over and over again.
The pleasure mounts higher and higher, pushing us both to the edge. I try to hold out from succumbing to my release until Jack is with me. I want to share this moment.
Finally, I feel Jack tense inside me, and I let go. We fall together, holding tight to one another, never wanting to let go.
The reality of this moment is better than anything I tried to imagine. I'm drunk on this euphoric feeling. I tuck myself into Jack's side, my eyelids heavy with tiredness, and drift off to peaceful night sleep.
7
JACK
I learned a lot about Emery after last night. Even though she sleeps curled into a ball next to me, she manages to take up most of the bed by slowly pushing me toward the edge, giving me only a sliver of the mattress to sleep on. She's also impossible to wake up in the morning. If I didn't put a mirror under her nose to check that she was still breathing, I could have been convinced she was dead to the world.
That's why I found myself alone, flying to pick up Jera this morning. Not surprisingly, I found myself with an extra passenger on the way back. It turns out one night wasn't enough for Patrick and Jera after spending so many years apart.
I’m happy for them, but I have a lot weighing on my mind. When I got to the airport this morning, Thayer was already there. He asked if I had a moment to speak with him in his office—never a good thing.
He explained that he couldn't wait any longer for me to think over the offer of moving up to Barrow and taking over the hub. He needed someone up there as soon as possible, and I was the only one he had that could make the move. Most of the other guys were married with kids. Uprooting them didn't make sense when there was a single guy on staff that wasn't attached.
I wanted to tell him that my situation changed. That I had a valid reason to say in Frontier, but I’d already pushed off the move up there as long as I could.
It's just my luck that I finally get the girl of my dreams, and life tries to tear us apart. I couldn't ask Emery to pick up and leave her family and friends behind for me. Life in Frontier is already so hard with extreme weather and being cut off from most of the state. Life in Barrow would be the next level. I'd be selfish to put her through that for me.
I glance back over my shoulder at Patrick. His arm is stretched, his hand holding Jera's hand in his. It's like they are trying to make up for lost time, and I suppose they are. Would we get a second chance if I left Frontier? Is it worth the risk of hoping for a day that may never come?
I’m lost in thought all the way back to Frontier. I can’t shake the uneasiness I’m feeling. I don’t know what to do. I just want someone to tell me what the right thing is to do.
We land and I move around the plane to help out my passengers.
"Dear, you have something sticking out of your pocket." Jera points to my chest, and I look down.
It's an envelope with my name written in block letters on the front. I open it up and find a letter in Emery's handwriting.
