Her forehead puckered in confusion. “What the hell is everyone’s deal today?” she asked, looking around the room like the answers would pop out of thin air. “First Gwen’s acting like she woke up farting roses this morning, and now you’re being all mysterious and stuff. Will someone tell me what’s going on before I lose my mind?”
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the black velvet ring box and rested both my hands on the table. Corrine gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth as soon as I flipped it open.
“I love you, baby,” I started, saying the very first words that popped into my head. “I didn’t realize something was missing from my life until I met you.” My hand shook as I set the ring box aside and took hold of hers.
“Oh my god, honey—”
“I never gave much thought to my future. I was just fine living day by day. But then I met you and started wanting things I never even considered.”
“
“Now I wake up every single morning and turn over to see my future sleeping beside me.”
“Ian, I—”
“You’re my better half, baby, and I can’t imagine not having you in my life. I didn’t think marriage was in the cards for me—”
“Oh my god! Ian!”
“What?”
She lifted her hands to my lips and peppered my knuckles with kisses. “I love you too, more than you could even imagine. But if you don’t get to the end of this speech so I can say yes and have you slide that stunning ring on my finger, I’m gonna choke you, so help me god. And that would put a real freaking damper on the celebratory blowjob I’m planning to give you in the bathroom right after.”
Honestly, I didn’t expect anything less from my Corrie. She knew what she wanted, and when it was sitting right in front of her she’d reach out an grab it with both hands.
A smile stretched across my cheeks as I pulled the ring from the box and took hold of her left hand. “Marry me baby. Make me the happiest fuckin’ man in the universe and marry me.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes as a wobbly smile tipped her lips up. “I didn’t hear a question in there.”
“That’s because I wasn’t asking,” I stated. “I just told you I can’t live without you, and I meant it. You can either say yes, or I’ll cuff you to my bed until you see reason.”
Her head fell back in a burst of laughter. “That whole cuffing me to the bed thing sounds a little fun. Not much of an incentive to get me to say yes.”
Leaning closer, I lowered my voice so only she could hear. “Say yes and I’ll use the cuffs in a much more fun way. You have my word.”
Those tears broke free and slide down her cheeks as she said the one word that made me the happiest I’d been in my entire life.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you!”
I slid the ring on her finger and shot out of the chair. Circling the table, I pulled her into my arms and kissed the air from her lungs. When we finally broke apart she was panting and grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“I’m heading to the ladies room. Wait two minutes and meet me in there.”
Oh yeah. She was absolutely fucking perfect for me.
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THE PICKING UP THE PIECES SERIES:
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Picking up the Pieces
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Rising from the Ashes
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Pushing the Boundaries
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Worth the Wait
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THE COLORS NOVELS:
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Scattered Colors
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Shrinking Violet
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Love Hate Relationship
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Wildflower
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THE LOCKLAINE BOYS (a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP spinoff):
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Fire & Ice
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Opposites Attract
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Almost Perfect
THE PEMBROOKE SERIES (a WILDFLOWER spinoff):
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Sweet Sunshine
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Coming Full Circle
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A Broken Soul
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CIVIL CORRUPTION SERIES:
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Corrupt
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Defile
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Consume: coming July 9 (http://bit.ly/GRConsume)
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GIRL TALK SERIES: Seducing Lola
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Tempting Sophia
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Enticing Daphne
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Charming Fiona
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STANDALONE TITLES:
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Chance Encounters
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Nightmares from Within
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DEADLY LOVE SERIES:
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Destructive
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Addictive
Fight or Flight
Meghan Quinn
Fight or Flight is a brief intro into the fighter pilot world I'll be bringing you into this coming June. (June 21st to be exact). The story is contemporary, military romance and revolves around the two main characters Colby and Rory, with a HUGE twist. Get ready for flight suits, fighter jets, and one epic romance.
**Please note, this story is raw and unedited**
Copyright ? 2018 by Meghan Quinn All rights reserved.
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Fight or Flight
**STRYDER**
“Get your ass down, cadet! Are you listening to me? I said ass down.”
Grunting out another push up, I listen to the berating of a fellow cadet next to me who is tired, winded, and ready to quit, I can see it in his eyes, I can hear it in his grunts, in the pained “yes, sirs” he continues to deliver over and over again.
Thirty-five.
Thirty-Six.
Thirty-Seven.
I push my body to it’s limits, never letting up, never giving in, never letting the screaming or mental abuse get to me, because I’m used to it. Coming from a long lineage of fighter pilots in my family, I’ve been trained for this moment, I’ve been prepared and broken down to be able to face this moment head on without even batting an eyelash.
Forty.
Forty-one.
Forty-two.
Up and down, up and down. A sharp pain ricochets through my chest, echoing down my arms but I continue, I don’t stop. I don’t need to, I know I can continue to go on, to push past the pain.
“Get up. Now!”
Hopping up, I stand to attention, legs together, feet forming a forty-five-degree angle, arms stiffly at my sides, head forward. My abs are burning, my shoulders on fire, and my chest aches, not wanting to be lifted right now, but I hold formation.
I’ve been through worse.
“About face.”
Twisting in a one-hundred and eighty-degree angle, I turn with my fellow cadets, facing the west, the picturesque Colorado Rocky Mountains a backdrop for our training, for the Air Force Academy’s basic military training.
I’ve grown up staring at these mountains, memorizing each peak, the sway of the rocks, the bald spots, and the lay of the terrain. To me, they remind me of a home I never wanted to be a part of, a family I wished I could trade in. To the cadets who are from out of town, who are staring at these mountains for the first time, they’re awe-inspiring, giving them a surge of pride to be a part of something. But to me, they are a dull reminder of the expectations waiting for me back home.
“Fall out and return to your tents.”
Releasing the tension in our backs, we all relax and head back to our designated sleeping areas.
What a fucking day.
Marching.
Obstacle course.
Team building.
It’s all the kind of stuff my fellow cadets came here for.