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“If you don’t want to do it, we don’t do it. I’m not throwing you out of a plane to prove a point.”

The fact that he means it somehow makes me want to do it more.

I swallow and look toward the door again.

“Stay with me?”

His expression softens. “Whole way down.”

I take one shaky breath. “Okay. Before I regain common sense.”

His grin comes back. “That’s my girl.”

“Not your girl.”

“Terrible time to argue semantics.”

I’m still telling him to go fuck himself when we jump.

The first few seconds are complete chaos.

Wind. Sky. Noise. My stomach is somewhere above us.

My lungs lock up, panic hitting so hard I can’t catch a full breath, and Revel immediately realizes it. His voice stays in my ear, keeping my attention on him, giving me something other than the endless open space beneath us to focus on.

"Breathe for me, baby. In through your nose, out through your mouth. I’ve got you."

The harness digs into my thighs and chest, the wind screaming past us, and my stomach keeps trying to crawl up my throat. I can’t do this. I can’t—

Revel’s gloved hands move with purpose. I feel him strip off one glove, then the other, the leather peeling away so his bare fingers can work between our bodies.

His hand finds the zipper of my running jacket and tugs it down just enough to reach the waistband of my shorts.

He doesn’t hesitate. Two fingers hook into the fabric of my shorts and panties, yanking them roughly to the side, exposing my pussy to the cold rush of air and the heat of his skin.

The shock of it jolts through me like lightning.

"What the fuck are you—"

"Focus on me, Mama," he says, voice steady in my earpiece. "Focus on my fingers. My touch. That’s it, Mama. Fuck, that’s it."

His bare fingers press between my folds, sliding through the slick heat he finds there. The sensation cuts through the terror like a blade. My hips jerk involuntarily, and the harness rocks us together.

"That’s it. Right there. You’re so fucking wet already." His middle finger finds my clit and rubs slow, deliberate circles. "Christ, Cece. You’re dripping for me up here."

I can’t believe he’s doing this. Can’t believe his fingers are stroking my clit while we’re plummeting through the sky at terminal velocity. But the panic is receding, replaced by the hot, slick drag of his touch.

"Revel—"

"I know. I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good." Two fingers push inside me, curling against my inner walls as his thumb keeps working my clit. The harness straps bite into my skin with every movement, the wind whipping around us, but all I can focus on is the relentless rhythm of his hand between my legs.

"Focus on me, Mama," he murmurs again. "Focus on my fingers. My touch. That’s it, Mama. Fuck, that’s it."

My head falls back against his shoulder. The fear is still there, humming beneath my skin, but it’s drowned out by the building pressure in my core. His fingers pump deeper, faster, the wet sounds of my pussy barely audible over the roar of the wind.

“Forget the ground, Mama. We’ve got fourteen thousand feet to fall and I’m about to give you a whole fucking different reason to scream.”

His words come through the headset, cocky and completely insane, but they do exactly what he wanted.