Freefall (Santa Cruz Skydivers Book 1) by Joanne Efendi Page A

afford it. Even though I didn’t want a photo of me looking like that, I so desperately wanted a photo of Levi. Something to remember him by. If things between us went like I thought they would, I wouldn’t see him again after this morning.
    I sighed. “I can’t afford it.”
    “Okay, no problem.” She swiftly took away the brochure and pointed to the room Levi had walked into just now. “Just head through that door to the jump room and wait for LJ. You will need to give him your forms. There is also a locker in there to store your purse and belongings.”
    “Thank you.” I smiled at her as I took the forms with my recorded weight on it and made my way to the next room.
    I poked my head cautiously through the doorway, not knowing what to expect. The room looked like it could be a family room in any average American household, with a rug on the floor, comfortable couch, and a big screen TV, except to the side of the room there were several unfurled parachutes hanging from the wall instead of works of art or family photos. Levi was in the middle of the room, standing with his back toward me, surrounded by skydiving gear.
    Like a perverted stalker, I watched quietly as he bent down to pull up his skydiving harness, his tight ass straining against the light material of the black skydiving jumpsuit he had changed into. His shoulders and biceps tensed when he hoisted the straps of the parachute backpack harness onto his back. I had an insane urge to run my hand along those biceps down his back and finish up with cupping those ass cheeks. Closing my eyes, I remembered how good he smelled and memories of my little sex fantasy flashed through my head. What I wouldn’t give to see him naked. I had to know whether the fantasy was as good as the real thing. Who was I kidding? Of course it was, but this was my reality, and my fantasy was the best it was ever going to get. Girls like Frankie got guys like Levi, not inexperienced basket cases like me.
    I could have watched him all day, but my stalker guilt got the better of me. Alerting him to my presence, I cleared my throat lightly as I walked toward him. He turned to me just as he was adjusting his package between his legs. The harness sat snug up against his crotch and only accentuated what I had already suspected. The man was huge. I was guessing it was even better and bigger than what I had fantasized. Shame I’d never get to experience it, even though I wouldn’t even know what to do with something that size. It wasn’t like my one previous experience prepared me for it.
    “Perfect timing.” He smiled, oblivious to the fact I had been standing there for the past minute drooling over his shoulders and ass. “Come here and let’s try on your harness and get you fitted. But first, let’s lock away your purse. You won’t need that for the rest of the day.”
    My mind quickly changed from thinking about his huge cock into full-blown panic. My stomach turned. This was really happening.
    “Okay.” My voice squeaked.
    “How you feeling?” he asked as he led me to a small row of lockers and helped me lock away my purse using a combination lock.
    “Nervous,” I squeaked again, sounding similar to the church mouse.
    “It’s to be expected. I was shitting bricks my first time, but then the moment I jumped, I knew this had to be my job.” 
    “Glad I’m not alone.” I slammed the door closed on the locker, turned the knob, and followed him back to where he had been standing when I first walked in.
    He threw a blue harness down on the floor, similar to the one he had on, although unlike his, there was no backpack attached.
    “Put your feet in there.” He pointed to obvious leg straps. I did as he asked and stood still in the harness while, from behind me, he hoisted it up and then helped me thread my arms through the shoulder straps.
    Once all the straps were in place, he turned me around to face him and loosely buckled the strap across my chest and tightened the