Chapter 18

Amantha screamed and clung to the zip line’s handle as she flew across the river. Her hair was loose and streamed behind her from under her helmet.

To keep from hurting her ankle, the staff strapped her into a seated safety harness and would meet her with her wheelchair on the other side. A thrill ride without a big risk. I loved watching the adrenaline pumping through her.

One of the young male staff called me over. “Come on. We'll get you ready to go.”

I couldn't take my eyes (sunglasses free, I finally took them off) from Amantha, though. She'd started having fun. I could hear it in her laughs and cheers as she propelled down the line.

“Gimme a minute. I want to watch her ride.” A smile touched my lips as I tracked her with my gaze. “Beautiful,” I murmured.

She reached the wooden platform on the other side. Two staff stepped forward to catch her and help her down.

I loved how excited she looked. She had a huge grin on her face and I could see, even from where I stood, that her cheeks flushed red. She was thrilled,

“Okay, wherever you're ready,” I said, stepping into position.

The staff secured my helmet in place and hooked me into a standard harness.

“Hold onto the handle above you,” I was instructed. “Most importantly, have fun! When you're ready, take off with a running leap and hold on.”

I grinned. “You got it!”

The thrill of flying down that zip line coursed through my veins as I looked down its course.

Full of anticipation, I launched myself forward with a couple of steps and I was off.

As I sped down the line, the wind whipped past my face and adrenaline coursed through my veins.

A cheer escaped my lips as the scenery whipped by.

Too soon, the wooden planks of the opposite platform were under my heels.

My cheeks flushed red, and I desperately looked for Amantha. She sat waiting for me in her wheelchair.

The staff unhooked me and took my helmet, then I was on her. I lifted her out of her chair, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I hugged her close.

“You looked beautiful,” I told her breathlessly.

“Thank you.” Her eyes sparkled and she grinned. There was one of those genuine smiles that I’d wanted.

Unable to resist, my lips crashed onto hers. Amantha's warm mouth welcomed mine, our tongues dueling fighting for dominance. As her fingers slid into my hair to deepen the kiss, one of the staff cleared his throat.

Honestly, I forgot they were there. Her body felt perfect against mine.

Amantha broke the kiss and smiled at the man. “Sorry, not sorry.” Her gaze met mine. “Might want to put me down.”

I growled. “No, I don't want to.” My hands squeezed her ass.

She tightened her body around me. “Only for now.” Her voice held a sultry promise for later.

Reluctantly, I sat her back into her wheelchair.

Moving on, she gushed excitedly, “I had so much fun! This was a great idea!”

I smiled. “I'm glad you enjoyed it. You'll be a thrill seeker yet.”

“Are you up for more adventures?” I asked.

“If they're as fun as zip lining was, then he'll yeah.”

We thanked the staff and navigated to the nearby building. I hit the ADA access button to get inside.

Once we got in, we went straight to the indoor skydiving experience. She was going to love this.

Amantha gasped. “I thought I had to skydive if you won our bet. You haven't won yet.”

I leaned down and nipped her ear. “You have to skydive with me, for real, when I win our bet. This is just for fun. Enjoy it.”

Before long, Amantha wore a flight suit, helmet, and goggles.

“I don't know about this,” she said as she looked from her wheelchair at the equipment and the crowd watching the current diver, worry written all over her face. The vertical wind tunnel blew powerful air up, enough to hold a human body suspended, glass circling it to keep viewers out.

“There's no risk involved. You'll have fun. I promise.”

She gave me a hesitant smile. “Okay. What about you?”

“Don't worry. I'll skydive multiple times tomorrow. This is all for you. I want you to have fun. That's your only concern. Trust me.”

She smiled a genuine smile at me. Warmth settled in my chest from being on the receiving end.

“Okay,” she said.

A staff member came to guide Amantha into the machine. I flashed her two thumbs up as they moved away.

Soon, Amantha's body was suspended horizontally in the air of the wind tunnel. Her cheeks blew in the wind and happiness radiated from her.

I could see her screams of happiness, but the wind absorbed the sound.

I knew she felt weightless, as if she were floating. Adrenaline likely pumped through her veins. It probably felt wonderful.

Before long, her flight was over, and the staff who operated the machine helped her down. When she was back in her chair and wheeled over to me, the happiness and dazed look on her face made me smile. I’d bet that's how she looked after an orgasm.

“That was amazing!” she practically yelled.

I leaned down and hugged her. She wrapped her arms tightly around me. Mmm, berries. I inhaled her scent deeply.

“I'm happy you had fun. Told you to trust me.” I leaned back and winked at her.

She laughed. “I never should've doubted you.”

“Damn right. Don't do it again.”

Amantha smiled at me then went off to get changed. When she was done, we went out to her car.

“Can I drive?” I asked as we approached. My hangover was gone mostly.

“Sure.”

Amantha parked her wheelchair to transfer into the passenger seat, but I clicked my tongue in disapproval and lifted her.

While she was in my arms, I said, “A princess doesn't do this alone. And at least for today, you're a princess.”

She bit her bottom lip. That was one of my weaknesses.

I groaned and kissed her.

Before it got too out of hand, I tore my lips away and said, “Don't bite your bottom lip or I'm going to kiss you.”

She grinned and bit her bottom lip again immediately.

I smiled. “Vixen. You'll pay for that later.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

I kissed her cheek and settled her into the passenger seat.

“Be right back.”

I shut the door and folded the wheelchair to put it in the trunk. When I got to the back, I realized Amantha hadn't given me the keys.

As I started around the car, I saw a devious look cross her face and the trunk popped open.

I laughed and loaded the wheelchair inside, then I went to the driver's side. I opened the door and sank into the car.

“Thanks for opening the trunk,” I said as I pulled the door shut behind me.

Before I knew what was happening, Amantha straddled my lap and rubbed her pussy against my dick. She'd taken her pants off and only wore the smallest pink panties on her lower body. The reason for the devious smile, I would guess.

My eyes widened while my hands automatically cupped her ass. Friends. Nun. No, siblings. Do not fuck!

“Amantha,” I breathed.

Her hand reclined the seat back then stroked my face.

“The adrenaline rush made me so horny. I need you now.”

I shook my head. “We can't. I don't do relationships.”

“That's okay. We're friends with benefits. It's all for fun.”

For fun. Yeah, that made sense to me. And, Hell, who was I kidding? My thoughts were very non-sibling-like.

“No one gets hurt or expects more, right?” I asked.

“Right.”

It didn't take much to convince me.

“Okay. Fuck me, Amantha.”

Her mouth sank onto mine. Our lips and tongues fell into sync perfectly.

Her hands went to my jeans, and I did them. With no hesitation, she pulled my cock out, shifted her panties aside, and sank her heat onto it.

Mmm. I rocked up into her and we kissed frantically. Warm, wet perfection surrounded my dick as I bottomed out inside her. She was tight, perfect for me. I moaned against her lips. She felt better than anyone before. Why did she feel better?

She rocked her hips against mine, riding me mercilessly.

“Yes,” she breathed against my lips.

She needed fast, while her adrenaline high lasted. Plus, we were in a parking lot where anyone could see.

I used her hips to hold her close and helped her ride me.

Her clit rubbed against my exposed skin, and she threw her head back, moaning as we slid together.

The noises she moaned made my climax build quickly. From her wetness and noises, I could tell she was almost there.

“Yeah, that's it,” I encouraged. “Ride me. Take what you need. Make that tight little pussy clench around my cock.”

The words pushed her over, and she throbbed around me with a cry of pleasure. Almost immediately, I followed her, my cum erupting inside her and filling her up. She rested against my chest and a sense of contentment filled me as I clutched her to me. I stayed inside her.

When she caught her breath, she looked at me and smiled. “Your dick is perfect.”

I laughed. “So’s your pussy.”

She pulled off my cock, a thread of cum linking us together before she snapped her panties into place. She climbed back into the passenger seat.

A sinking feeling hit me as I tucked my dick into my jeans and re-did them. We'd been so in-the-moment, I hadn't thought about it. I thought about nothing except getting inside her.

I put the seat back up and looked at her. Flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, fingerprints on her hips, which I saw before she pulled her pants over them. Her look screamed “just fucked,” and I liked it.

What I hated was being the bearer of bad news. I had a sharp tightness in my chest as I said, “We didn't use a condom. I'm sorry.” I grimaced.

She waved a hand. “We did get a little... Eager. Don't worry. I'm on the pill. If you're clean, we don't have a problem.”

“I'm clean.” Immense relief flooded me. I'd never gone without a condom before. Maybe that was why she felt so good.

“Good, me too. We're good.” She smiled. “Thanks for the fuck. I needed that.”

Me, too.

I nodded. “You're welcome.”

I started the car and drove us back to her apartment.