Whirlwind

by Kayla Grosse

To anyone who’s ever wanted to bang a fictional storm chaser… This book is for you. (or if you want to bang your professor)

“Then why didn’t you call him ‘The Twister Tamer’ like you did when you were sixteen?”

Ryker’s strong grip tightens, and he tugs me up with more force than I expected. I knew he was strong—at least he looks like it with his broad shoulders, toned biceps, and the kind of forearms women would pay good money to stare at—but I’m not a tiny person.

And it’s not only because of my attraction to him, it’s because he’s The Twister Tamer. Both teenage and current-adult Finley are freaking out at his offer.

We’ve got a twister to tame —who the fuck even says that out loud? Me, apparently. I’m that asshole.

“Do you have some on you?” His eyes are shimmering with a giddiness that has the Twister Tamer fangirl in me jumping up and down. My weather idol wants to see my photography!

lol the only thing I can think of rn is LiS with the teacher

“Ryker.” His name leaves me in a whisper. He blinks but doesn’t stop staring, his hold on me only tightening as our heads dip closer together. “Tell me not to kiss you, Finley.”

“Then tell me what I feel for you is wrong. That I need to get up and walk away.”

“Fuck me, Professor.”

“How many times did you imagine fucking your professor, Ms. Buckley?” Her nails dig deeper. I continue with the circles, not giving in to the wiggling hips urging me to move. “Please,” she begs. I reward her with a small shallow thrust and bite her earlobe. “Be a good girl, and tell me.” “Too many to count.”

my body slowly coming down from the adrenaline of the tornado and the best sex of my life.

Even if everything inside me wants to put her on her hands and knees and shove it back inside her then fill her with more until she’s so full of me it will drip out of her for days.

Finley is a woman who wants the truth—a truth I can’t give her—so I lie.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Tornado Daddy in the flesh!”

“It’s never too early to call someone Daddy. Especially when said Daddy has got such great biceps.”

Daddy and I go way back—like a whole year and a half.” Ryker ducks out from under Joey’s arm and picks up one of his bags for him. “Don’t call me that.” “Would you rather I call you Twister Tamer?” “No.” He groans. “Oh good, because then I’d have to return all my custom T-shirts.”

“You’re joking,” Ryker says. Joey shrugs. “I guess you’ll have to find out. Or one of you can undress me. But I think we should probably get on the road so we don’t miss any tornadoes.”

“Indeed. Daddy didn’t have Thor with him for that chase, so I didn’t get to be inside the tornado. But we got some good data with a sensor we taped to a fence post at the last second before we had to get out of its path. It was fucking wild!” “I’m not your daddy, Joseph,” I groan.

“You may not be my daddy, but you were that tornado’s daddy. God, you’re such a fucking beast. Seeing you in action, it’s like watching Mozart compose music or some shit. I can’t wait for you to see him, Fin. You’re gonna love it.”

“We didn’t get sucked up,” Finley says. “We’re still here, aren’t we?” “Well, shit! I was wondering why you two looked roughed up. Thought maybe it was from a kinky roll in the hay.”

“He says to step on it, Daddy.” “His exact words?” I parrot Finley’s words, a move that makes her smile softly. “No. But I thought Daddy was better than Grandpa.” Finley expels a belly laugh, and I grumble. “Hold on to your balls, Joseph.” He smirks at me. “Don’t you mean hat?”

I can hear Jake telling me to “quit spiraling and know my worth,” but no matter what I say to myself, I can’t stop the nagging feeling that maybe this has all been a lie. That I’ve ruined everything by letting my ovaries fog my brain with stupid hormones and feelings.

“Wait, so did you, like—do it in the tornado?” “Joey!” I laugh. “Did you really just ask that?” He shrugs. “It’s a valid question.”

“That’s impossible for me, but in all seriousness, he doesn’t regret it. If he did, he wouldn’t be acting like a jealous man every time I touch you or look at you. He thinks I’m flirting with you to get in your pants.”

Ryker is good at everything he does except communicating with me in the last twenty-four hours.

She grins coyly. “Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”

“Do you, A, want me to lick your pussy until you’re begging for me to fill you with my cock”—a small whimper escapes her lips—“B, want to grip the headboard and ride my face until you suffocate me with your sweet cunt—” “Ryker,” she moans, her hips rubbing against my jean-clad thigh. “Or, C, want to get on your hands and knees and let me fuck you so hard our wall neighbor, who happens to be Ezra, will call the front desk to give them a noise complaint.”

“Come on, Ms. Buckley,” he taunts. “I’ll give you extra credit if you soak my beard.”

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.

Joey frowns then looks at Ryker. “Will you give us a minute? I need to talk to Mommy.” A surprise laugh explodes from my lips despite myself, and Ryker groans. “Yes, but only if you never call her that again.” Joey shrugs, mouth lifting up at the corner. “Maybe.”

I told Joey to put those damn T-shirts up online—he said he’s already got over one thousand orders.” “You’re serious?” I laugh. “I wouldn’t joke about that,” he grumbles, though the grumble is more playful than annoyed.

“I’m the Twister Tamer, Ms. Buckley. Cheese is part of my personality.” “Oh my god,” I groan. “It is not. Dramatic? Yes. Cheese? No.” “I really can be cheesy,” he insists. “And we can talk about that dramatic comment later, but please know I plan to teach you everything about me, Finley. Every single thing.”

Finley picks up her fork and cuts into her toast. I take another bite as the guys watch her, Ryker in particular. Though he’s more focused on her mouth opening than anything else. Not that I can blame him. T-Mama is a snack, and I’d be obsessed with her, too, if she were my girlfriend. Hell, I’m kind of obsessed with her, anyway—but in a totally platonic friend way. I’ve got Hawk to keep me warm, and I like his mouth maybe more than Ryker likes Finley’s.