Page 7 of Twister

Marshall

As Daniel led me toward his house, I stared in amazement at our interlocked fingers, our hands swinging back and forth slightly with every step.

Why was it that contact with him seemed to drain the tension from my body? Did he know what he was doing to me every time he touched me? Was that why he continued to hold my hand?

After passing the chaotic scenes on the roads left behind by the twister, my gut was churning. That could have been me. I could have been swept up by an uncontrollable vortex of wind, only to be thrown carelessly to the ground, subject to the whim of Mother Nature’s toddler-like temper tantrum.

But I was here. Alive, safe, and completely uninjured, when so many others looked like they weren’t.

What had I done to get so lucky?

The crack of thunder that had interrupted us was a timely reminder that things could all change again in a heartbeat. Yes, I’d been lucky so far today, but as Daniel had pointed out, the storm still raged on above us, threatening to drop another tornado at any second.

A shiver skittered down my spine. Hadn’t we all had enough drama for the day?

My pulsing anxiety stalked me with every step, but his touch seemed to ground me in a way nothing else had.

Why? Was my attraction to him truly that much of a barrier against my totally justified and completely reasonable worries?

After we entered the house through the covered patio, we walked down a short but wide corridor that opened into a large open room. To the left were sofas, chairs, and a billiard table, and to the right was the kitchen with an island.

He continued to hold my hand as we headed through the kitchen into what looked like an oversized pantry.

Strangely, there was an open door nestled amongst the shelving that led to a U-shaped set of stairs, which disappeared below us.

The faint glow of a TV and what sounded like a weather presenter echoed up the steps.

“This is our storm shelter,” Daniel said, leading me downstairs and shutting the door behind us. “We’re completely safe down here. It’s got everything we need to survive for a couple of days if the worst were to happen.”

We turned a corner at the bottom of the U-shaped stairs into a long, narrow room the size of the pantry immediately above us. At one end of the room was the TV that had been reflecting its light upstairs. Sure enough, it was tuned to what looked like the local weather channel.

Rose was sitting on one of the two sofas in the room, a bowl of popcorn in her lap and Bucky nestled next to her with his head on her thigh.

She was absently scratching at his ears when we walked in, which dwindled when she slid her eyes down our arms to see our linked hands.

A slow grin spread over her face before she looked me straight in the eye and raised an expectant eyebrow.

Embarrassed and feeling my cheeks flush from her attention, I loosened my grip on her father’s hand, but that only made Daniel glance my way in concern.

He eyed my burning cheeks, then Rose’s knowing smile and rolled his eyes.

After dropping my duffel near the door, he guided me to the other sofa in the room before he turned around and pointed at her.

“Not a word, you. This has nothing to do with our conversation from earlier.”

Well, that sounded intriguing.

Her smile exploded into a joy-filled laugh. “Sure, Daddy Danny. Whatever you say.”

Settling into the seat next to me, he grumbled at her in exasperation, but when he turned back to face me, I saw a clear glint of amused affection on his face.

He decided to ignore her giggling and continued his verbal tour of their storm shelter.

“This room is reinforced steel and concrete. It has its own uninterrupted power source that we use to run the weather channel when there’s a tornado warning and we need to shelter in place.

” He pointed out a door to the left of the stairs.

“Behind that door is a toilet, which is connected to the bathroom plumbing above, but again, it’s set behind reinforced walls and ceiling. ”

“We have the best shelter in town,” Rose piped up, proud as punch. She popped some more popcorn kernels into her mouth, munching away happily as she resumed her petting of Bucky.

Daniel let out a pleased hum, preening a little at her words.

I could see why. This wasn’t a tiny half-finished, forgotten basement that most people would expect to have in tornado-prone areas. This was a specially built bunker that had been finished just as much as any of the rooms in the house above us.

“Over there, behind the cupboard doors,” Daniel continued, pointing to the opposite end of the room, “we have a tiny kitchenette with a toaster, microwave, kettle, and a mini fridge. There’s enough food to feed us and Bucky for a few days if we need it, and the sofas fold out into beds if we need them. ”

“Holy cow,” I murmured under my breath as I looked around the room in awe.

It was exactly like a hotel room, just without a window.

My mind started wondering about how much this would have cost, and I took another look at Daniel, sitting next to me in his raggedy clothes.

Anyone glancing at him as they passed him in the street would assume he’d not be able to afford something like this, but he obviously had enough money to build or buy a house with a purpose-built storm shelter.

Or was it a panic room that doubled as a storm shelter?

And yet it didn’t change my opinion of him. He’d already shown me who he was as a person when he held my hands back at the gas station shelter and talked me through a panic attack.

He was a good man, and having a ton of money rarely seemed to guarantee that fact.

“What’s the weather guy saying?” he asked Rose now that the shelter tour was done.

She swallowed the popcorn she’d been chewing on. “The tornado warning is still in place, and something about them giving us an update around eight tonight.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket to check the time. It was almost five in the afternoon. Three more hours.

Daniel hummed. “Okay. You know the drill. We’ll leave the door closed but unlocked unless we get a tornado emergency warning. Do you have your bag?”

“Mm-hmm,” she responded absently, her focus still on the TV, but she pointed to a bag half hidden behind the end of her sofa.

“Good. Let’s settle in.”

Five hours later, and I was on the ground and twisted up like a pretzel.

The tornado warning had been extended, which meant we’d been stuck down in the shelter for longer than any of us had anticipated, but it had been surprisingly fun.

The weather guy was still talking away in the background, but now his voice was mixed with the sound of Bucky snoring from his spot next to Rose on her sofa.

“Left hand, red,” called Rose from her perch, watching us carefully for any stumble.

Both Daniel and I grunted as we shifted into place.

We’d all been taking turns playing Twister for at least an hour, with Rose winning all the games she played. She took immense delight in being the judge, watching us force ourselves into more challenging positions each time she called out a new instruction.

I was beginning to wonder if Daniel had a little sadist in training on his hands.

“Right foot, green,” she said when neither of us toppled over.

“Oh shit,” Daniel muttered under his breath at the same time that I realized what position that would put us both in.

If we moved where she had told us to, he’d be draped entirely over me, with barely an inch between us.

Not for the first time, I wondered if she was doing this intentionally. I looked over at Rose, who had the widest grin I’d seen yet on her face before she gave me an incredibly obvious wink.

Holy fuck, this girl was doing her best to act as my wingman. Wing-girl? I didn’t know if I should be impressed or terrified.

Wait.

That meant that Daniel wasn’t straight, right?

Shocked, I blinked at the implied confirmation and tried not to get too excited.

“Come on, guys. Right foot, green,” she repeated. “I know you can do it.”

Daniel glared at her, only to have her wiggle her eyebrows back at him.

Letting out a shaky breath, I slowly moved my right foot to the easiest green dot I could find, trying hard to keep my dick off the ground, performing a perfect plank that was going to tire me out way too quickly for me to be in any way proud of.

Once I was in place, Daniel sent an apology my way before he shuffled into place.

As expected, he was now draped over me. He was so close that I could almost feel the heat emanating from him.

I swallowed hard when I felt my cock start to thicken. Christ, I needed to think unsexy thoughts. Moldy cheese. Week-old gym socks. Naked octogenarians.

“Hold, please,” Rose said giddily before she got up from her seat and began circling us. “I need to make sure your feet haven’t drifted.”

Oh God.

Every exhale Daniel made drifted over my skin like a warm summer breeze. His forehead dropped as he tried to see what Rose was doing down near our feet. With his hair tickling my neck, I stared at the floor directly below me, trying desperately to keep my thoughts PG.

“Oops,” Rose said, sounding like an evil genius at work. “Sorry, Daddy Danny, you need to move your foot just ever so slightly to your right to be in the correct position.”

Resigned, Daniel’s head dropped down even further to rest against my nape for a moment before he raised it enough to apologize to me once again. “Sorry, Marshall.”

I nodded stiffly, then swallowed my groan when I felt him move above me.

Getting into this new position had his jean-clad cock thrusting against my ass.

He struggled to settle, which meant that we were rubbing against each other for far longer than we should have been.

It was all too easy to imagine us naked, him stretching my hole with his giant cock as he pushed into me.

Oh God.