Page 62 of Whirlwind

I laugh at his choice of words but continue my steps toward Hawk and Ezra. Ezra holds his phone camera up to me and says, “Here’s one of our chasers, Finley. She helped successfully launch one of Tempest Trackers’ rockets today. Say hi, Finley.”

I wave awkwardly. “Hi, Finley.”

Ezra chuckles then turns the camera toward Ryker and Joey. Joey shakes Ryker’s shoulders and beams proudly.

“He did it, y’all. Tornado Daddy tamed another twister. But he tamed this one so well, we may be able to tame them for good with all the data we got.” Joey hoots and holds out the front of his T-shirt. It’s another variation of the shirt he had on yesterday, except this one is just one giant image of Ryker’s face with “Tornado Daddy is My Daddy” framing it.

“You can get these puppies on my website at www dot—”

“That’s enough of that.” Ryker steps in front of him. “Thank god we aren’t live streaming this. Ezra can edit it out before it’s posted.”

Joey winks at me, and I know he’s going to post that website on his personal socials at some point, if he hasn’t already.

“Look at this data, Ryker,” Hawk says. Ryker approaches him and looks at the computer screen. His eyes light up, and he whistles.

“We’re going to be very busy.”

“Hell yeah, we are!” Hawk adds.

The two men embrace before they pull Ezra in to join them. While they all chat and slap each other on the backs, Joey sidles up to me, throwing his arm around my shoulders. “You good, Sharkie?”

“I’m good, Sparkie. You good?”

He woofs in response and squeezes me tighter. “Things are gonna change with this data, Fin. We’re part of something big here.”

I look up at Joey with a warm expression on my face then over at Ryker and his team. Ryker turns his attention to me as if he can feel my gaze and smiles. My stomach flips, and Joey’s words ring in my ears. Wearepart of something big here today, but the question is: Will I continue to be?

There’s so much left unknown, and it’s not like Ryker and I can be together right away if he continues to work at the university. And if he quits, what does that mean for today’s research and the paper we’re supposed to publish? This specifictrip was funded by the meteorology department. What if they find out and pull the plug on the whole thing?

Ryker frowns, and I realize it’s because I’m frowning. I quickly wipe it away and replace it with a smile. There will be time to worry about this tomorrow—for now, I want Ryker and the team to have their moment of glory.

Chapter twenty-three

Ryker

“That’s it, baby,” Icroon into Finley’s ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her mouth opens in a silent moan as I thrust into her. Her head falls back against the pillows of the motel bed, chestnut hair fanned out wildly as her nails dig deep enough into my biceps that I know she’s going to leave marks. Good, I like souvenirs.

“Ryker,” she exhales. “I need it deeper.”

I stop the forward movement of my hips. “What do you say, Ms. Buckley?”

Her entire body shivers at my use of her formal name, and her reaction makes my cock twitch inside her.

“Please.” She squeezes her wet pussy around me, and I fight not to come from the action alone. “Please, Professor. I need to feel you deep.”

Fucking hell. This woman will be the death of me.

Finley’s eyes open to meet mine, her dark amber depths almost black with need and desire. She’s been quiet since our successful rocket launch, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. I’d tried to ask her if something was wrong, but she only forced a wider smile and told me she was good but tired.

When we checked into this motel an hour ago, I thought we could talk, but she jumped me nearly as soon as the door closed. And if there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to deny Finley Buckley anything.

I press my forehead to hers and give her what she wants. I thrust deeper with the intention of drawing out her pleasure. The sounds of our coupling are quieter than last night but no less powerful.

“Ryker,” she whimpers.

I pull almost all the way out then slide home. Her tits bounce from the force of my thrust, and I can’t resist taking a nipple into my mouth. When I suck on it, she cries out, arching into me. I play with her for another few seconds before I trail my lips up her throat and seal my mouth over hers.

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