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Heat flashes in Rose’s eyes. I can tell she immediately knows her answer, but she pretends to think a moment. I’m about to start counting to three and then choosing for her, when she speaks.

“All fours.”

Her answer surprises me, as does how quickly she gets into position. Little miss sunshine is dirtier than I thought. Wiggling her ass as she widens her knees, showing off that gloriously wet pussy, she looks over her shoulder at me, giving me a come and get it look.

Don’t mind if I do.

I sheath myself in record time, grabbing her hips and lining myself up. She wiggles again, the anticipation getting to both of us. So I don’t waste any more time. I sink in—slow, deep, purposefully, enjoying the heat enveloping me. Oh fuck. If I thought her pussy was fantastic before, it’s leveled up now. She’s tight, wet, and feels like home. The moan she lets out as I push in only furthers the ecstasy that I’m feeling.

“You’re so tight…” I mutter though gritted teeth, right as she exclaims, “Fuck, you feel good.”

I hold still for a moment, enjoying this feeling. But I don’t stay that way for long. I want more. We want more. So I draw back, then piston forward.

“Yes!”

Rose’s scream is the key to the cage, freeing my internal beast. I let go, let him take over. I pound into her, hard, fast, and with abandon, focused on nothing but the extreme pleasure coursing through me. Rose meets me thrust for thrust, her own sounds of delight mixing with mine. This woman is so incredible, her energy infectious, pushing me toward that edge. I can feel the base of my spine starting to tingle, and I know I won’t last much longer. There’s no way with this hot, tight, feral goddess matching my movements.

Reaching around her, I yank her upward, continuing to thrust inside her. Same as earlier, one hand lands on her tits, squeezing her nipple, while the other heads straight to her clit. The swollen bud is slick with her wetness, making it easy to circle. Rose cries out, her body starting to buck and convulse.

She’s close. I can tell. Having wrung multiple orgasms from her already in the last twenty-four hours, I know the signs. And they are all there. So I continue, not stopping until I feel her pussy squeeze my cock for all it’s worth.

Rose keens, just as my own climax hits me, a freight train slamming into a bed of feathers on the track, sending me flying into a million pieces. I roar as it rushes through me, unable to hold back. I continue to fuck Rose hard, not wanting to lose this connection.

In a tangle of sweaty limbs, we tumble onto the bed, both of us out of breath. We’re silent for a long moment, nothing but the sounds of our racing hearts filling our ears. There’s so much I want to say, but words fail me. How is it possible to say anything after an experience like that?

“Well, you certainly succeeded in making me dirtier,” Rose jokes, rolling over to rest her head on my chest. Her skin is warm, inviting, and I can’t help but wrap my arm around her.

“That was the goal.”

“I guess now it’s really time to clean up.”

“Do you like bubble baths?” I ask, an idea popping into my head.

“Huh?” She lifts her head to look at me, brows knit together.

“Do you like bubble baths?”

“Yes…”

“Interested in joining me in one?”

Her eyes light up like a small child who just realized Santa had visited, smile growing by the second. Nodding furiously, she giggles. “Absolutely. And I like lots of bubbles.”

“Lots of bubbles it is then.”

11

ROSE

“Catch you on the flip-flop, Big Ben, and Merry Christmas! This’s been Rubber Duck!” a voice crackles through the radio.

I hold back my giggle, which is no easy task. Pierce’s best friend, Lou, who I was just introduced to via the radio call, is quite the character. Loud, out there, and clearly a ham, he’s quite the opposite of Pierce’s stoic, dry-humored introvert. Probably why they make a good pair. Opposites do attract, after all.

Pierce hangs the hand controller back up on the side of the receiver, rolling his eyes at his buddy’s sign-off.

“Big Ben?”

“Yeah. When I first drew up plans for this place, Lou insisted we get the radio. Said that with cell reception being what it is, they needed a way to be able to get in touch with the people in town. He’s been big into it since college, talking with people all over the world via that thing, so he taught Gramps how to use it, then offered to be their point of contact should they need anything and the phones be out. Anyway, he insisted we all needed call signs.”