He grit his teeth. His body wanted to let go. Longshot was not about to let it. They weren't done. His eardrums were still in tact.

His fingers dug into the blanket beneath them. Their combined weight kept the parts he was grabbing at least near to the floor. He pulled down a little lower. He was not letting go until he got a song out of Alison.

His hips kept the rhythm like clockwork until his arms sort of locked. Then Longshot no longer had any control. His thrusts became frantic and powerful. He was teetering on the edge...

"Alison!"