“Same,” I replied and inhaled slowly, relaxing around his dick. I reached back with my right arm and rested it on his leg. “You don’t need to hold anything back.”
“I won’t.”
“And take as many pictures as you’d like.”
“We’re way past that point.” He moved his hips back and forth, going slow for the first three thrusts before picking up the pace.
He fucked me in that position for ten minutes. I considered suggesting that I lie down so he could wrap himself around me more, but the thought of being this naked on the cold floor kept my mouth shut. All I needed was his dick inside me and his fingers on my back. I put my hand between my legs, wrapped it around my shaft, and stroked myself, savoring the overwhelming sensations Theo made me experience. Even though I wanted it to last longer, I could feel the orgasm building.
“I’m getting close,” I said, keeping my hand moving.
“Shoot that load,” he encouraged me, thrusting even harder.
His fingers dug into my skin. All my muscles tensed for a split second before the first rope of cum rushing out made me moan. I shot everything onto the floor beneath me; some landed on my shoes, but I couldn’t have cared less.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Theo grunted, gripping my hips. “I’m coming too.” He thrust three more times before stopping completely, pressing his dick as deep into me as possible as he shot his load. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my stomach, tucking his head between my shoulder blades as he moved his hips again, slower this time, savoring the feeling for a few more seconds.
“This was so overdue,” I said, catching my breath. “No need for blankets or heating pads, right?”
“Not as long as I have you.” Theo chuckled. “We should really go on more photo tours like this. Don’t you agree?”
FRAME EIGHT
SAFETY
The thunder outside still rumbled, though more distant now. The rain still lashed against the windows, and the emergency blanket still rustled around our shoulders as we huddled back under it. As it turned out, even after all the warming sex, the cold eventually caught up with us while we cleaned up.
Theo’s hands searched for mine, now seeking comfort instead of trying to dominate me. He leaned his head against my shoulder. “Is that okay?”
“Sure it is,” I replied, enjoying our closeness as much as—if not more than—he did. I picked up the heating pad and dog-eared the small metal disk floating inside the transparent gel. Within seconds, the whole thing turned white, solid, and hot. “Here, take this.” I placed it on his lap, but he set it right back in mine, interlacing our fingers and resting our hands on top so we could both enjoy the temporary warmth.
It only took a few minutes for Theo’s breathing to slow and his head to sink deeper into my shoulder. A small twitch ran through his body, marking the exact moment he fell asleep. I couldn’t blame him. He almost got himself killed today. It was a miracle he wasn’t seriously hurt—one I was grateful for andintended to honor every single day he wanted to spend with me in the future.
I gave him a sideways glance, careful not to turn my head and risk waking him. I caught only a glimpse of his hair, but that was more than enough. I just needed to confirm that this remarkable man was truly by my side, snuggled up to me, and that I wasn’t dreaming.
Theo was a miracle. If I weren’t so worried about how it might sound at my age, I would ask him to be my boyfriend. For now, maybe a simple invitation to a date would be more appropriate to show him that I wanted us to spend more time together. In any case, all of that would have to wait until we were out of here and safe again.
With him asleep, I knew it was going to be a long night. I certainly wasn’t about to risk missing any more lurking danger by falling asleep. So I rested my head against his, lifted my gaze to the dome, and did what I had trained myself to do on every one of my storm-chasing trips: wait.
The clock-shaped windows flickered white every once in a while. Each time it seemed to quiet down, I checked my phone for a signal, only for the storm to flare up again as if mocking me.
At around four, the thunder faded, but the signal didn’t return. Two hours later, it stopped raining, yet there was still no signal. It was only when the sky behind the windows lightened that my phone finally connected again. I texted Matt, one of my employees who was staying in the little guest room above the bar, more to confirm I had a signal than to ask for help. A minute later, he texted me back with the news that the entire park had flooded. He had already inspected the area while walking his bulldog puppy and had seen firefighters in a dinghy assessing the damage, which was good news for us. It could mean a quick rescue.
As I typed my reply, Theo raised his head and looked around as if he needed a quick reminder of where he was. His eyes blinked as they settled on me.
“Hey,” he said, his voice so hoarse that the word nearly got stuck in his throat. “Whoa, I knew I sounded horrible in the mornings, but this is a whole new level.” He squeezed his right eye shut and narrowed his left—it was the cutest I had ever seen him. He pulled the emergency blanket tighter around his shoulders and rested his head back against me. “You’re warm. I want to stay a little longer.”
His right hand searched for my chest and caressed it with his thumb. Despite my urge to call 911 or go downstairs to see if we could maybe simply walk out now, I set my phone aside, leaned my head against his, and closed my eyes too. A few more seconds wouldn’t matter.
“Is it over?” Theo asked, not showing any sign of breaking free from our embrace.
“Looks like it. Though I’m not sure if we can easily walk out of here.”
“Probably not.” He took a deep breath, his exhale tickling my neck, before sitting up. His hand moved to my chin, guiding my face toward him. Our lips met in a soft kiss—not rough and lustful like yesterday, but rather a gentle reminder that the end of our odyssey didn’t mean the end of us. His fingers brushed up against my cheek and slid through my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear. His gaze swept over my face, and when it settled on my eyes, his mouth curved into a smile.
“Shall we have a look at the lay of the land?”
With a final wink, he slapped his hands onto his knees, marking the end of our night. He let out a groan, stretched his arms overhead, and rose to his feet. Setting one foot in front of the other, he wavered slightly as he walked toward the rightclock face. He opened the small window we had used yesterday to take photos and peered through it.
