DREW

Charlee grabs my elbow. “Hold up.”

“Why? Did you regain your sanity and decide not to jump?”

She drags me inside a kitschy souvenir store. “I want to grab a pair of those booty shorts.”

Charlee flips through a rack next to the display window and selects a pair of tiny white shorts with I LOVE LV stamped on the back. As much as I’d like to see her ass cheeks hanging out of those things, preferably with nothing else on, they don’t really go with the dress she’s wearing.

“Can’t we do this after plummeting to our death?”

“No, you idiot.” She rolls her eyes as she pulls the tag off. “They give you jumpsuits to wear but I’ll have to bunch my dress up a bit when I put it on. I don’t really feel like flashing everyone. Stay right where you are for a sec to shield me while I put these on.”

Fuck, now I’m thinking about bunching that dress up myself. Aaaaand my cock wakes up even more when she slides the shorts up her legs, giving me the slightest peek of a red lacy thong and a whole lotta smooth skin. 

She does a little twirl when her dress is put back in place. “There. Now, nobody will see my undies.”

I wink. “I wouldn’t say nobody.”

Charlee lifts her eyebrows suggestively. “That was a preview for later.”

I groan. I should’ve known she did that on purpose.

And it had the desired effect, my dick adds. I really like this girl.

Still not helping, asshole.

I will my dick to calm down as we stand in line to pay for her shorts. You’d think the fact that I’m about to jump from almost 900 feet up would do the job, but nooooooo, not with Charlee by my side. This damn woman makes me lose all sense.

We get to the check-in station, sign our life away, and get suited and harnessed up. We put on our special jump shoes and stash our belongings in a locker. Going through that process, I was fine, but as the elevator doors open to the platform level, my nerves kick in. Yes, I’m a firefighter and bravery is pretty much a prerequisite for the job. But we’re trained to mitigate risk—do whatever’s necessary to keep everyone safe. Intentionally jumping off a building goes against every instinct I have. Yet, I’m about to do it anyway.

Ladies, if you don’t already understand the power of the pussy, this is a perfect example. Simply put: that warm, wet haven between your thighs turns men into dumbasses.

“Hey!” the attendant says. “You guys ready to do this?”

“Yes!” Charlee shouts.

“No,” I say at the same time.

The guy laughs, probably thinking that I’m joking. “Okay, who wants to go first?”

Charlee raises her hand. “Me!”

He smiles at her, a little too widely if you ask me. “Great!” He turns toward me. “You need to stay behind those doors until I come get you after she jumps. When she’s on the ground, she can wait for you on the observation deck.”

I nod in understanding.

Out of nowhere, Charlee grabs my face and yanks me down so she can press a firm kiss on my lips. Far too soon, and before I even get the chance to use any tongue, she pulls back. “There’s more of that for you at the bottom, Big Guy.” As she’s stepping through the doorway to the jump platform, she throws a wink over her shoulder. “See you down there, Drew.”

Yep, you sure will, honey.

I’ll say it again, ladies and gentlemen: Power of the motherfucking pussy.