Outback Thunder(6)

By: Ann B. Harrison



Jonas walked around to the pilot's door and opened it. He undid his jacket and shrugged it from his shoulders throwing it carelessly behind the seat. Jumping in, he ignored her and fitted his seatbelt. He took a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. When she climbed in Jonas was fiddling with the panel of gauges flicking switches. He put on his headset and talked to the control tower.

Zoe did up her seatbelt and sat back, looking at everything except the man beside her. When the rotor blades started to turn she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Thinking she should keep her opinions to herself while they were in the air for safety reasons if nothing else, she reached into her handbag and took out her iPod. She untangled the earplugs, fitted them and listened to music all the way home.

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"Why didn't you tell me, for God's sake?" Zoe glared at Brandon. She had tersely thanked Jonas for the flight home and run straight up to the house to confront her brother. "You could have told me that you guys had been in 'constant touch' all this time."

"I thought that you would have known that. Hell, we've been best friends all our lives." Brandon shook his head. "Why would we stop being mates just because you fell out of love with him?"

"I didn't fall out of love. We were never in love, remember? It was all in my mind according to Mum."

"You know you loved him, Zoe. He was all you could think about, talk about when you were young.

Brandon grinned at her and she softened. "Puppy love, brother of mine. Not the real thing." She wrapped her arms around him to hide the lie in her eyes and pulled him close. "I missed you so much."

"You could have come home anytime, you know. No one ever said you didn't belong here." Brandon swept a lock of hair from her face and smiled down into her eyes. "I always wanted you home, kid."

"Well I'm here now. I don't know for how long, but I'm here until we can sort something out since Jonas ordered me back."

"I don't think that was a bad thing either, to be perfectly honest."

"Did you have something to do with this, Bran?" A shiver ran down her back. He wasn't the sneaky type. If he’d wanted her home, he would have called and said so.

"Um, no. I mean, yeah I wanted you home but the bit in the contract was all Jonas's doing. Now where are your bags?"

"Oh crap, I left them in the helicopter."

Brandon watched her with a grin on his face.

Turning on her heel, Zoe stormed out of the kitchen and headed down the stairs intent on going back to the helipad. She pulled up short at the gate. Jonas was walking toward her with a suitcase in each hand. The breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the long denim clad legs sauntering her way. With each step his hips rolled and the muscles in his legs stretched and hardened as his feet hit the ground. Zoe's imagination went wild as she dreamed of stripping the denim from his body, freeing his sexy tight butt for her hands and mouth to savor. A quiver went through her thighs and her gaze travelled up to his chest. The buttons on his shirt were undone at the throat and her fingers longed to tug at the tuft of dark hair.

Lifting her gaze a little more, her palms itched to cover the square chin beneath his full sexy lips. Zoe swallowed and lifted her gaze higher to meet his. A flood of shame rolled over her body. He knew the effect he was having on her and she was mortified.

"Thanks." She reached out to take her bags. "I was just coming to get them."

Jonas walked past her, through the gate and into the house, a small smile playing over his lips.

She gritted her teeth and followed him. Plastering a smile on her face, Zoe followed him. "Thanks, Jonas, I appreciate the lift home. I don't want to keep you from anything so I'll say goodbye now." Zoe held her hand out and waited for him to take it.

Brandon coughed and looked away.

"You haven't told her yet have you, Bran?" Jonas looked at him, hands on hips as he stood between brother and sister.

"Um, no, I never got that far actually. Why don't you do the honors?"

Zoe stepped back, her butt banging into the kitchen bench. She leaned back and gripped the edge of the counter with her hands, dreading where this was going. At the same time her pussy was clenching dangerously and her naughty girl voice was screaming with joy in her head.

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