Kit, my boss and the main pilot for the airfield, looks up from a chair. “Benji!” he calls out, smiling. “Is everything all organized for next weekend?”
“Just putting the final touches together. Thanks for letting us use this space.”
Kit grins, extending his hand to shake mine. “I should start charging people to have events here.”
“Not a bad idea,” Willow chimes in. “We could team up. Sell a premium skydiving wedding package.” She grins, arching a brow.
Kit laughs. “I can see why your business has been so successful.”
We walk around the space and Willow points out where the DJ booth will be set up, where the chairs will be, and goes over the catering plans. I’m spending a fortune on this party, but Sarah deserves it.
Plus, a part of me likes the idea of coming here with Rae. It’s not just a birthday party. It’s a way for us to come out as a couple. I’m excited to show her off.
Willow asks me a thousand and one questions for the final details. Do I want mini quiches, cocktail sausages, or both? What type of alcohol do I want to stock? What color tablecloth? Which wine glasses?
“Willow,” I interrupt, shaking my head. “I don’t know! Just…pick whatever. I don’t care.”
She pauses, staring at me, then starts laughing. “Sorry. I’m used to dealing with weddings, where every detail has to be perfect and exactly how the client wants it.”
“I just want there to be food, alcohol, music, and everyone she cares about in one place. I don’t give a shit about what color the tablecloths are.”
She grins, nodding. “Noted. Maybe I’ll branch out from wedding planning. I could get used to this kind of freedom.”
A van pulls up outside, and Finn jumps out. Esme, his fiancée, comes around the front of the vehicle with a smile on her face. Finn slings his arm around her shoulders. I watch her angle her face up toward him and smile as he lays a gentle kiss on her lips.
My heart tugs.
That’s what I want.
To be so comfortable with Rae that I can kiss her whenever and wherever I want to. To put my arm around her shoulders and proclaim to everyone that she’s mine. I’m hers. We belong together.
The feeling slams me in the gut, and I wonder how I lived before this.
Life with Rae is different. She makes me see what’s important and gives me hope for a better future. She makes me look forward to coming home in the evenings. I actually want to plant a garden around my house, because I know I’ll be doing it with her.
Willow and I tie up the last few details and I exchange a few pleasantries with the rest of the Woodvale Skydive team. Then, I get back in the car and drive home.
To Rae.
Because that’s home to me—wherever she is. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel and let a smile drift over my lips, knowing that this weekend, I’ll put my arms around her shoulders and tell everyone I’ve met the woman for me.
Sure, everyone probably already knows. It’s a small town. Sawyer saw us at the café, and we haven’t been particularly private.
But coming to this party together and letting all our friends and family know we’re dating—that’s different. It feels real.
When I pull up outside the garage, I rush inside and head straight for the office. Rae is there, still staring at a computer screen as she tries to make sense of Harold’s old records. Her eyes widen when she sees me, but before she can say anything, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
“Benji!” she cries out, laughing.
“You’re done working for the day.” I exit the office, kicking it closed behind me. She laughs, tapping my butt as I walk toward the front door.
“At least let me lock up and set the alarm,” she says.
I grumble, but set her down and wait for her to lock the garage doors. Once it’s done, she slides into the front of my truck.
“How was your meeting with Willow?” she asks as I start the vehicle.
“Fine. The party should be fun. But there’s another party I want to have right now. With you, and me, and no one else.”
Rae giggles, reaching over the gear box to feel the hard shaft between my legs. I grin, turning onto my street and groaning as she starts to stroke.
“I think you actually want me to crash the truck.”
“No, I just can’t resist.”
After a tense drive, we fly through the front door. I slam it behind me as we fall in a tangle of arms and legs to the ground. In just a few weeks, I’ve gone from hating Rae, to respecting her, to being totally, completely infatuated with her.
A part of me thinks I might be falling in love with her. Hard.
I tear her clothes off, tossing them away. She claws at me, ripping the edge of my shirt and letting out a soft oops.
“Doesn’t matter,” I grunt, tugging at her underwear.
Rae gets a wicked smile on her face and spins me onto my back, right there on the floor. I cross my arms behind my head, watching her tug my pants off and reach for my throbbing cock.
When she takes it in her mouth, I groan. I tangle my fingers into her hair and close my eyes, wondering how I ever lived without her.
As heat rushes through my veins, emotion swells in my chest. Rae makes me feel better than I even thought possible. She understands the importance of family, just like I do, and she puts it before everything.
Before money. Before career. Before herself.
She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met before, and she’s all mine.
As she moans, sucking me off and running her hands up my chest, emotion nearly chokes me. I pull her off, crushing her lips to mine and holding her close. She wraps her arms around my neck and grinds her center against mine.
We don’t say a word. We don’t have
