Page 31 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“That’s—”

“And when I was in high school, I was working at this shop and I really had to go to the bathroom. The toilet wouldn’t flush and I’d gone number two. I was so scared about them finding my poop that I pulled it out with toilet paper and stuffed it in the trash!”

I choked on a laugh. “You did what?”

“They were going to see my shit! But then the garbage didn’t get emptied and it smelled like shit in the bathroom. I was mortified!”

“I think confession time is done?—”

“And I always told James I liked it when he fingered me, but he was horrible at it! I was just too chicken to tell him!”

Now, that was interesting, but I didn’t have time to discuss it further as we soared toward our landing.

“Hold on!”

The trees came up at us fast. I tracked where everyone else was landing, but unfortunately for us, I couldn’t maneuver us to a safer location when I was trying to keep her ass from falling to the ground. Branches bit at my skin as we crashed through the trees. Her screams once again drowned out all other sound, and when we jerked to a stop fifteen feet off the ground, everything went silent.

“You okay?” I asked, still clutching her body to mine. Her harsh breaths filled the silence for a good minute before she finally responded.

“Sure. You know, my vagina has a giant strap pressing against my clit, and my legs feel numb, but other than that, I could be worse.”

I tried to ignore the fact that a strap was pressing against her pussy. I did not need to start having sexual fantasies about a woman that I literally met under an hour ago.

Looking around us at the ground, it was clear there was no soft landing in store for us. If it was winter, or even fall, there would be something on the ground to soften the impact. But it was the dead of summer and nothing but fallen twigs laid at our feet.

“We have a sort of problem,” I said as I tried to figure out how to get us down without breaking our necks. If it was just me, I’d go for it. But not only did she not have enough clothing on, she probably didn’t know how to brace for a landing.

“Other than the fact that we’re hanging from a tree?”

“How good are you at landing on your ass?”

She snorted, tilting her head up to look at me. “I’ve been knocked down a time or two.”

“I really hope that’s metaphorical,” I muttered.

“What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that you don’t know how to land and you aren’t wearing the right clothing.”

“It’s not like it can get much worse from here,” she countered. “How do I release this?”

Before I could warn her not to do anything, she unclipped the harness I’d made and screamed as she fell to the leaf-covered ground. Landing with an oomph, she rolled to her back and stared up at me, giving me a thumbs up.

“I’m okay! I’m not dead!”

“Fucking fantastic,” I muttered.

I pulled the quick release and braced for impact, grunting as I landed with a roll, avoiding breaking my face on anything. I sat up, eyeing the woman’s gorgeous legs that didn’t have anything but a short skirt covering them. Damn, this was not what I intended when I got on that plane, or when I chose her out of the crowd. I just wanted a quick escape and some cover. Was that too much to ask for?

I sighed when I saw she was most definitely missing one heel. Not that heels would be of any use out here. They’d get stuck in the ground and probably make her twist her ankle. There was nothing to do but carry her. I got to my feet and swung her up into my arms, ignoring the yelp that came from her beautiful, full lips.

Not that I was paying attention to her mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting us out of here before you somehow manage to puncture a lung or something. Are you even a stewardess?”

“Are you a pilot?” she countered, tugging herself into a better position as I hoisted her to my back. “Ugh, this skirt was not made for piggyback rides.”

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