So that’s where we’re going, Sed wrote.

Sed turned off his phone, shoved it back into his pocket, and drew her closer. He kissed her hungrily, his mouth cold from the ice. She clung to his collarbone, her entire body hot from the man.

Before the plane even left the ground, he had her dress half off and her senses fully ignited. She checked to make sure the door concealing the cockpit was still closed and then unfastened his pants. As promised, he was all the way up.

“I’ve never done it on a plane,” he whispered in her ear, his eyes glassy with excitement, his face flushed.

“Until now.”

Her fingers trailed lightly down the length of his cock. He sucked a breath between his teeth.

“Tell us to take off our seat belts,” he chanted. “Tell us to take off our seat belts.”

Jessica continued to tease him while his hand kneaded one bare breast gently. His fingertips plucked at her nipple. More kneading. More plucking. Not nearly enough fucking. She groaned.

“Ah God, Sed, hurry. I need you.” She grabbed his cock to show him how much.

“Jess. Jess.”

As the plane gained altitude, her ears popped. The plane dipped as they hit a pocket of turbulence.

“Hold tight, folks,” the pilot said over the intercom, “and please remain seated through this rough patch here.”

Sed’s hand moved to Jessica’s other breast. He tossed more ice chips in his mouth and sucked a cool trail along the side of her neck.

His hand moved to the hem of her dress and slid it upward to reveal her mound. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to handle watching his hand bringing her pleasure. His fingertips separated her swollen flesh and slid over her clit. She shuddered violently. Or maybe that was the plane hitting turbulence again. He quickly sent her senses spiraling high above the earth and it had nothing to do with the miracle of flight.

“Ah God, Sed, I can’t stand it.”

“We are now at cruising altitude,” Jordan said over the intercom, “feel free to move about the cabin…” The rest of her words didn’t register.

Sed released both their seat belts, flattened Jessica on her back upon the sofa, and plunged into her body with a groan of torment. Jessica cried out as her body strained against his, taking its pleasure instantly in a deep, pulsating orgasm. His hard, quick strokes carried him to join her seconds later. He held her hips while he erupted inside her, his cock buried as deeply as possible, his face contorted in ecstasy. He took a gasping breath and collapsed on top of her, cradling her body in his arms.

He chuckled, his body quaking above her. “Sorry about that, sweetheart. I didn’t realize you had me that worked up.”

She cupped his face to get him to look at her. “I liked it. It was exciting.” As she stared into his sky blue eyes, she knew he never got that worked up over any other woman. Just her.

“You want to try again?”

“Many, many times,” she said, “but later. While we’re sightseeing.”

His cock twitched inside her. “If I didn’t already love you, Jessica Chase, I’d fall in love with you all over again, every minute of every day.”

She kissed him, emotions stealing her breath. She gazed up at him, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone. “You can be so sweet sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes. “That secret dies with you. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

He grinned, both dimples making an appearance. “So what are we going to do today in San Francisco?”

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “What aren’t we going to do?”

Chapter 51

Sed’s woman was awesome. They’d enjoyed a soft-food lunch in Chinatown followed by hot, uninhibited sex against a wall in some back alley. She’d taken him to the top of Coit Tower in all its phallic glory and they’d gazed out over magnificent views of San Francisco with his cock buried inside her from behind. His black leather duster was undoubtedly the best clothing investment he’d ever made. After hiking up several hills from hell and getting “lost” in some bushes for about an hour, they’d gone to an art museum. He didn’t remember much of what they’d seen there. The most interesting and beautiful thing in the place had been the woman with him. And how was he supposed to concentrate on art and culture and refinement and all that bullshit when she kept rubbing her succulent ass against his ever-attentive cock? She’d driven him so mad with lust, he’d eventually pulled her into a supply closet and she’d given him the best blow job of his life.

He had no idea where the limo was taking them now, but realized he enjoyed letting Jessica run the show. She was damn good at it.

“Are you tired?” she asked.

Exhausted, but he’d never admit that to her. “I’m fine.”

“We can relax on the boat.”

His interest perked. “Boat?”

“A romantic dinner and sunset on the bay.”

“Sounds wonderful. Why did you go to all this trouble?”

“Because I love you.”

“And how did you afford it?” Not that he was unwilling to pay for it. If she put it on his credit card, he was perfectly okay with that. He just wondered.

“Myrna paid me. And I got my scholarship back, so I had some extra cash to blow.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “You were irresponsible with money for me?”

She scowled, that wonderful hair trigger temper of hers exploding. “I wouldn’t call it irrespons—”

He cut off her words with a hungry kiss. When she went limp and compliant in his arms, he pulled away and stared into her lovely jade-green eyes. “The best day of my life used to be the day I asked you to marry me onstage in Pittsburgh, but as memorable as that was, today has been even better.”

She smiled at him. “It’s not over yet.”

“It can’t possibly improve.”

“I’ll consider that a challenge.”

Oh yes, please do. His cock stirred in his pants again. Before he could make good use of his excitement, the limo let them out at Fisherman’s Wharf. The crowd buzzed with curiosity in their wake. He didn’t know if it was because people recognized them or because they’d been riding in a limousine, but no one approached. Jessica took his hand and led him to a large sailboat near the end of a dock. The captain greeted them, handed Jessica a picnic basket, and within minutes they were on their way across the water. He needed to call Brian to tell him he was already in San Francisco. They wouldn’t be riding to the venue together as they’d planned.

“I need to use the restroom,” he told her and kissed her gently.

She glanced out at the western horizon anxiously. “Hurry back,” she said and started removing things from the picnic basket, carefully arranging them on the small round table on the deck.

In the bathroom, Sed turned on his cell phone and it beeped. New message. Three of them. All from Brian.

The first message said, “Sed, you need to stay home today. Eric and Jace are up to something. Call me.”

Eric and Jace?

And the second, “Dare told us you’re on your way to San Francisco with Jessica. I hope you check your messages soon. I have something important to tell you. Call me. Immediately.”

The final message, “Sed, whatever you do, don’t get on that boat!”

Sed’s heart sank to his toes. Too late for that. He was already on the boat. Was Jessica planning to kill him and then dump his body overboard before sailing off into the sunset with his drummer and bassist? And how did Brian know about their plan? Was he in on it or trying to save Sed’s life? Palms sweating, Sed dialed Brian and waited for him to answer.

“Finally. I’ve been waiting for you to call me back all day.”

“What the fuck is going on, Brian?”

“Please tell me you’re not on the boat.”

“I’m on the boat.”

“Shit!” Brian then spoke to someone on his end, “He’s already on the boat.”