Nonstop (Open Skies #3) - Becca Jameson Page 0,50

on opposite sides of the house.”

She sent him a side-eye as she turned back to face the front. “We’ll see.”

He leaned way forward and twisted his face around so that he was looking at her even though she was facing the front. “I just finally got you completely naked underneath me for the first time four days ago. I’m not going a single day without having sex with you, Rebekah.”

She rolled her eyes, fighting a grin. “I think you’ll live,” she teased, though she was squirming in her seat at the tone of his voice. The suggestion of sex alone was enough to make her body perk up. Maybe if he kept talking dirty to her, she would forget they were on a plane.

On the flip side, there was no way to take their flirting any further, so maybe it was a bad idea to get all worked up.

The truth was she couldn’t imagine going without sex either, but she’d never considered how they would do so in his parents’ home. Even the naked part made her nervous. He hadn’t let her sleep with a single stitch of clothing since Tuesday. Did he think she was going to sleep naked in his parents’ home?

Bex didn’t start to relax until they were getting closer to their destination. If someone on the plane had looked suspicious to Shayla, they would have known by now.

She was almost relaxed and had even loosened her grip on Bracken’s hand when a commotion behind her made her stiffen and twist her neck to see what was happening.

What met her gaze made her nearly piss herself. This could not be happening.

“Fuck,” Bracken muttered.

Two men were in the aisle. They each had a semi-automatic weapon and a handgun that looked like they had silencers on them. That one fact alone caught her attention. Why on earth would they need to silence their shots if they were going to open fire on a plane?

Bex’s heart was racing in an instant. She couldn’t think or focus on anything except the illogical silencers. She was only marginally aware that Bracken had unbuckled her seatbelt.

A moment later, he lifted her out of her seat and slid her into his, buckling her in tightly before taking her spot.

She started to tremble, but Bracken wasn’t paying any attention to her. Of course. He was planning what to do. He was trained for this sort of thing. There may or may not be an air marshal on the flight, but it didn’t matter. Bracken was far more qualified than any air marshal to handle this situation.

Bex kept telling herself this over and over while people started screaming.

The men with the guns came up the aisle slowly, waving their weapons in the air. “Everyone stay in your fucking seats,” one of them yelled. “And quiet the fuck down. I won’t hesitate to shoot someone if you can’t control yourselves. No one needs to get hurt. All we want is the plane.” His voice was loud and deep.

This was no stereotypical hijacking. These guys were white homegrown terrorists.

Bracken waited until the men were facing the back of the plane, and then he stood, grabbed Shayla from the front galley, and seated her in the spot he’d vacated. “Buckle yourself in,” he told her, his voice low.

Shayla jerked her gaze toward Bex.

Bex held Shayla’s gaze, but she felt numb. Disconnected in a way. As if she were watching this scene unfold instead of being a part of it. Maybe she was dreaming. Maybe it was still the night before and she was asleep worrying about taking this flight.

Shayla grabbed Bex’s hand. The other flight attendant, Raeann, was in the corner of the galley. Bracken was standing in front of her now, out of the line of sight of the hijackers.

Bex licked her lips. “This can’t be happening.”

“No shit,” Shayla whispered.

The two men continued forward, guns drawn, aiming at anyone who was screaming. Suddenly, the man in the front stopped walking about five rows back from Bex and Shayla. He lifted his handgun and shot a woman right in the forehead. Blood spattered everywhere.

Bex’s blood ran cold. Her ears started ringing from the paralyzing fear. She wanted to squeeze her eyes closed and curl up in a ball on the floor. She couldn’t move though.

The volume in the plane went from loud to unbelievably louder in less than a second. People were screaming at a higher decibel now.

The guy spun around slowly. He shouted over the wailing. “Who’s next?