Sinners at the Altar (Page 100)

After a moment, she planted her feet firmly on the floor of the basket and began to rock ever so slightly to help him reach the bliss she’d already experienced. As much as he loved being buried balls deep inside her, the woman had a talent with the muscles just inside her entrance. He tugged back and took her with slow, shallow strokes while she squeezed and tugged him closer and closer to nirvana.

“Beautiful sunset,” she murmured.

Sed forced his eyes open and tried to focus on the brilliant orange glow on the distant horizon, but he couldn’t see a damned thing with his eyes rolled up in his head.

“Mmm,” he said in agreement, his slow shallow strokes growing more rapid.

He sort of watched the sun sink beneath the horizon as he sought release and found only a slowly building pleasure that made his belly quiver and balls ache with lack of fulfillment.

“We’ll be landing soon,” a voice interrupted Sed’s concentration on his wife’s glorious pussy.

He refused to finish their ride without finishing his ride. His thrusts strengthened, burying him deeper inside her again. She writhed her hips for him, in tune with his need to come. His breathing quickened and his muscles tautened as orgasm approached. She felt so good around him. So good. Oh God, Jess. He fought the urge to cry out when his fluids erupted from him at long last. He grabbed Jessica’s breasts—one bare, one covered—and pulled her into him as he exploded inside her. Finally spent, he leaned heavily against her back, shuddering as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through him.

“God, I love you, woman,” he said.

He gave her bare breast a gentle squeeze before tucking it back inside the cup of her disheveled bra.

“I wonder where my wife is,” Gary said. “I don’t see the chase car.”

“One should never misplace one’s wife,” Sed whispered to Jessica, who giggled.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” she said. “You’re stuck with me.”

“More like stuck in you.”

“For now. But eventually you’ll have to pull out.”

“Don’t remind me.” He growled in her ear and hugged her close.

“We’re getting low on fuel,” Gary said. His voice had an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. “We need to land. You might want to uh… separate.”

Sed tugged free of Jessica’s body and made himself presentable again so he could find out if he should be worried.

“How can we be low on fuel?” Sed asked.

Gary refused to meet his eyes; a slight blush stained his cheeks.

“Uh, well. I flew a bit farther than usual. I didn’t want to… interrupt. I didn’t think you’d take so long.” He glanced at Jessica, who was watching the scenery over the edge of the basket, as innocent as any regular passenger. “I wouldn’t have lasted. She’s a very beautiful woman,” Gary said.

“That she is.” Sed watched his wife, entranced by the copper glow of the sunset’s final rays in her strawberry-blond hair.

“A handful?”

“More than one handful.” Sed chuckled. “I wouldn’t have her any other way.”

“Are we going to hit that tree?” Jessica asked, pointing to a giant evergreen in their path. “We’re drifting awfully low.”

Gary pulled a cord to send a blast of fire shooting into the balloon. But only a small flame flickered in the fading light, before the fire sputtered out completely.

Chapter Nine

Jessica ducked low into the basket and covered her head with both arms as the balloon careened into the upper boughs of the tree. It just grazed the branches, but it was enough to rock the basket and make Jessica’s stomach threaten an upheaval.

Sed was suddenly huddled over her protectively. “Are we going to crash?” he bellowed at Gary.

“We’re in for a rough landing. Remember how we told you to handle a rough landing?”

Yeah, Jessica remembered. She also remembered being told that the chances of said rough landing were miniscule.

“You can’t cover her like that,” Gary shouted.

“I have to protect her!”

“Beside her, not above her. Remember? We practiced this.”

Sed pulled away from Jessica’s body and knelt beside her on the floor of the basket.

“It’ll be okay,” he said, the fear in his eyes so acute, she could almost reach out and grab it. “I will never allow you to be hurt, Jess. Understand?”

The reasonable person in Jessica knew there were some instances when Sed wouldn’t be able to protect her, but the scared-shitless individual quaking uncontrollably on the floor of the basket clung to his words like they were a lifeline.

She’d be okay. The baby would be okay. The fates wouldn’t dare defy Sed.

This wouldn’t be like a plane crash, right? They weren’t all that high and weren’t moving at a high velocity. It was just a gentle hot air balloon. How bad could this be? Still… She covered her lower belly protectively and prayed for the safety of their child, remembering the warning they’d chosen to ignore prior to liftoff. If they got through this unscathed, she silently vowed not to do anything reckless for the rest of her pregnancy.

Sed’s gaze was glued to her abdomen.

“I’m not in my third trimester,” she reminded him. Reminded herself. A premature baby in the third trimester had a fighting chance, but if she went into labor now… She squeezed her eyes closed. She didn’t want to consider that possibility. “The baby will be fine. The baby will be fine!”