“Byron.” It’s more than my name she’s saying. She’s asking me a question—is this as good for you as it is for me? She’s wondering whether she’s going to survive this. She’s asking for more.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I drive into her, slowly at first. Sweat already sheets my skin. My heart rate is already at max. I’m already too close to coming. I just want to circle the mountain, make this last, but I’m not sure I have any choice.

Her fingertips dig into the skin on my shoulders and I gasp, pushing up into her. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. She’s tight. So tight.

She bucks underneath me. I pin her down, her elbows at her waist, so I can fuck her. Hard. Fast. Deep.

She feels so delicate beneath me. I slam into her, desperate to show her how I own her now. I need her to know that I’m going to fuck her like no one else ever will. She’s going to remember this forever. She whimpers underneath me and her sounds power something new inside my chest. I feel like a fucking god with her under me, vulnerable and exposed. I feel like I rule the world right now.

I drive deeper into her, and she tenses before seeming to accept her fate. Like she’s let me in. Completely.

She comes hard, her back arching, her pussy milking my cock. It’s too much.

I can’t hold back any longer. I push in one last time, as deep as I can go, and empty myself into her.

All I can think is how I wish I wasn’t wearing a condom. How I need to be closer. How I wish I could fuck my seed into her.

Shit. Where did that thought come from?

I’m usually ready to nominate the person who invented condoms for sainthood. But not tonight. Not with Rosey.

I collapse on top of her and she trails her fingers over my back.

“You’re incredible,” I mumble.

“You make me feel incredible,” she says.

I move off her, get rid of the condom and rearrange us so we’re covered in blankets. Rosey snuggles into the crook of my arm.

“The rain has started,” she says. “I only just noticed.”

“We were focusing on other stuff.”

She tenses. “Did we miss the tornado warning?”

I reach across her for my phone. “No notifications.”

“Can you put that thing on loud?” she says. “You’re sure we’ll have enough time to get to the shelter?”

“I’m sure.” My thoughts start to wander to the Colorado Club.

“You think you should check in at the Club?”

I pull in a breath. “I might just do a quick call. Do you mind?”

“Of course I don’t mind.”