94|Bonus Chapter

~Bobbie~

There are still people who believe in destiny. Some might find it funny and childish. I, for one and for a long time, forgot how much happiness believing in destiny brings.

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I remember when I first met Jake. That annoying boy who took amusement in watching me run away from that little beast in Nonna’s garden.

It’s payback time.

I’ve been suppressing the fit of giggle that wanted to erupt from my tummy just by looking at Jake’s paling cheeks. He’s been chewing on his lips since the plane took off. His glove-covered, slender fingers clutched mine so tight that I could feel my veins losing blood.

Dressed in a blue and white freefly jumpsuit, Jake and I sat on the Cessna 182 owned by a friend of mine, Leo, an Australian skydiving instructor.

I leaned closer to Jake’s ear and whispered, “you’re gonna be okay.”

Even as we reached high altitude, I heard his groan of annoyance. “I don’t get what’s fun in this dangerous activity, Bobbie.”

I chuckled while Leo and the pilot sniggered with me. Jake huffed, pouting his full pink lips.

It was mean to force him into doing this. He’s never been fond of my jumps and crazy stunts, but I gave him a choice. It’s either he does this jump with me, or we won’t have sex for a week.

It was really mean… and fun.

“You’re smiling. It’s annoying.” He groaned.

“Yet you love me.”

My words made him smile, and Leo gave us the signal that it’s time to get out of the plane and jump.

“Bobbie.” Jake gripped my hands, keeping me in my seat. I turned to face him, and his lips met mine in a lingering kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I smiled, meaning those three words every time I said it to him.

We’re 8500ft in the air, considering it was Jake’s first jump. Now that I’m looking at the world from this perspective, I feel really bad for putting him in this situation. Everything seems so small from up here. The houses, the trees, even the ocean that I feared for the longest time. It’s what I love about jumping from the sky. It gives me this feeling as if I am bigger than my fears.

It’s been two months since Matt and Mel’s wedding. Jake and I have been engaged since then, and he still hasn’t changed his mind.

I knew he loved me, but there was still a part of me that fears all the what-ifs that may come. What if he gets tired of me again? What if my anxiety returns… will he still be here for me.

But I won’t allow anything to hinder our happiness again. We’ve both gone through enough already and I know we can make it this time… together.

With my goggles on, parachute and helmet secured, I stepped out of the plane and allowed the wind to take me away from it. Jake soon followed out, noting everything that we taught him for the last few days.

I flew close to him, holding his hands, relishing how it feels to be free with him. Jake gave me a lopsided smile. I knew he’d enjoy skydiving, like how he enjoyed cliff diving.

Since he put a ring on my finger, he quit playing football and came with me to travel the world. I told him not to give up on his dream, but he insisted that he already had a fill of what his dream was, and now he wanted a life with me.

Jake pulled open his parachute, slowing our descent. I kept my hand in his, turning, so my body clung onto him like a monkey. Legs and arms wrapped around him, keep our body close.

“What the hell are you doing?!” he mumbled loud enough with amusement and worry clouding his face.

I didn’t answer him. Instead, I leaned closer so our lips would collide in a torrid, passionate kiss. His response was instant, even if my actions confused him.

“Marry me, Jake.”

“We’re already engaged!” He chuckled. “Open your parachute.”

I shook my head. “Move with me to Athens. Let’s get married there.”

“You’re serious?”

I nodded my head, grinning widely, when he cursed his lips to mine, saying yes over and over.

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“You’re one crazy woman, St. Clair.” Jake slammed my back on the door of our hotel room, conquering my mouth with his soft lips before I could respond.

I smiled against his mouth, moaning at the feel of his rough fingers tearing my shirt in two - all my remaining clothes in two.

Jake is easy to rile up, and I love him being so rough with me.

“I’m your crazy woman, West.” I pushed him backward with equal force, landing both of us on the ground. He caught my weight, grunting when his body took all the impact of the fall. “Sorry,” I giggled meekly, watching Jake glare. He’s resisting a fit of laughter from erupting, though.

We’re still both high from the adrenaline of our jump. He might not admit it, but I know he’s enjoying these stunts that he calls crazy. Because we’d have rough sex after every jump.

I tugged on his shirt - because, unlike him, I have respect for his favorite clothes - shifting my naked body until my sex was nestled on his well-endowed member, making him groan. A wicked smile stretched my lips, leaning forward so our face would be only millimeters apart.

“And soon I’ll be yours till death do us part,” I teased, watching Jake’s eyes twinkle with glee until they shifted into something more. The emotions that morphed his face stunned me. It was so beautiful and painful at the same time. A tear escaped from the side of his eyes, gliding down to disappear as it reached his mussed, golden locks. “Jake…”

A squeal slipped past my mouth when he bucked his hips, spinning us over, keeping a safe hold on my head.

Even if my world was spinning from the force of his action, his tears still bothered me. I reached up, cupping his face while he hovered over me. “What’s wrong?”

Jake shook his head, dipping his face to capture my lips in a loving kiss. “I love you, Bobbie.”

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AN

I’m not yet ready to let them go. I will upload another bonus chapter on Monday, loves. But I’m taking this chance to say THANK YOU for giving Bobbie and Jake a space in your library and in your hearts.

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