DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Leap Of Faith

"Shit..." I mutter on fear as this contraption shakes against the harsh turbulence.

When Silica said her friend had a helicopter company I assumed it was a legal one where the helicopters have regular maintenance check-up... Man, did I make an ass of myself.

Not only is the business illegal, but the copter is also a rusty, death trap. I'd call it a rust bucket but that would be a disgrace to rust buckets everywhere.

I check my seatbelt for the 15th time not believing anything on this helicopter is stable. A metal drops from the ceiling in front of me and I yelp as it slides to the rear of the plane.

I look at Dylan who sits calmly in front of me, eyes closed. He can't honestly be sleeping right now?

This aircraft is so ancient I'm scared we'd drop out of the air before we even reach our destination. The helicopter shakes again and I yelp as I'm thrown forward. I hear a snap and my eyes widen in fright.

Fuck!

My seatbelt gives away and I find myself thrown towards a sleeping Dylan. I land on my knees, my head in his lap and my hands on his abdomen.

I groan as my knees prickle in pain. I lift my head hissing and my eyes lock with an amused pair of blue-green eyes. A smirk is planted on his lips and his hand ghosts over my ponytail before grasping it.

"I'm not sure this is the best place to do this but if you want to I'm quite up for it," he grins and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not trying to blow you," I reply grasping his thigh as I help myself up. "I fell because this death trap doesn't have functioning seat belts."

The helicopter rocks again and I'm thrown forward again, my face inches from Dylan's and my hand resting on his... fuck he wasn't kidding he's up for it.

My face burns and Dylan smirks before placing his hand on my hips and turning me so I'm sitting on his lap. I hear a click and I notice he's placed his seat belt around me trapping me in his lap.

"There now you won't fall," he states close my ear and I bite my lip as he rests a hand on my stomach... where our daughter had been eight years go.

"We're nearing the coordinates. 15 minutes..." one of the pilots of this death trap, Jeff, announces and I tense.

We're almost there.

"Relax, neonata. We're almost there, the ride will be over soon," Dylan says shifting me so I'm almost sideways on his lap.

He thinks I'm worrying about the ride. Yes, I am but... If only he knew... Actually, he will soon.

I rest my head on his chest, relaxing against him and my eyes close. Dylan's scent surrounds me and I sniff him loving his aroma.

"Believe it or not, this isn't the worst maintained helicopter I've been on," Dylan whispers and I open my eyes to look at him.

"I believe it," I state staring up at his captivating irises. "You're way too calm for it to be your first time..."

He flashes me a grin remembering the time I said that to him.

Dylan was never public with his relationships or flings in high school so some people had their doubts of him not being a virgin. I didn't know either honestly and I lived with him but when he told me he wasn't I believed. Even though his timing of blurting it out the first time we laid together wasn't ideal but to play it off, I relayed those words to him.

"Anyways, as I was saying. The first crappy copter I went in was in a training session. We were flying towards the compound and I nearly pissed myself when I was given a parachute and told I'd have to dive from the copter," he says staring at the space in front him, remembering that day.