Free Soft Sounds of Pleasure by Eden Connor

felt dangerous, she bit her lip to stay silent, but her terror intensified along with the storm. Pete had done this too, rushing through rainstorms like they were fucking liquid sunshine. She ground her teeth and gripped the padded arm rest tightly.
    This was why she hadn't answered the phone. She absolutely did not want another man, she decided. Once they got in your pants, they thought they could tell you what to do. They laughed about the things that scared you. He probably had dirty laundry piled up too, waiting for some idiot like her to offer to wash them in return for some good, hard attention from the monster.
    As he turned onto her street, she pried the truck key off her key ring, dropping in onto the seat between them. The sun popped out from behind the curtain of gray. Her wild cherry trees looked as if they were dripping in diamonds, and the baking heat releasing from the concrete teased tendrils of steam off her drive as her feet connected with solid ground. "Just get it running, and I'll have someone give me a ride to pick it up when it's ready. Add whatever you need to for the side trip, and thanks for the rescue." She heaved the heavy wrecker door closed and strode toward the back of the house. Damned if she'd go inside through the unlocked walk-through door to the garage and give him another thing to act superior about.

Chapter Eight

    He caught her before she got her hand around the back doorknob. Before she could blink, he spun her around and jerked her against him, clamping one arm around her waist. He buried the other beneath the loose French braid she had her hair twisted into, forcing her head back.
    She opened her mouth to protest and he claimed her lips with authority. She didn't have time figure out why it seemed less of a betrayal to suck his cock than it did to kiss him, but the demanding pressure of his tongue against hers soon made her forget she'd not kissed a man other than Pete since the first Gulf War had broken out. When he finally raised his head, his eyes glittered with lust and anger.
    "You feel how hard you make me, Lila?" he demanded.
    She could only nod. She felt it all right. Too bad he'd kissed her stupid so she couldn't talk.
    "You've been doing that to me for years, not just days. I care what happens to you. I just lost my sister to some thug who valued her Escalade more than her life. I get that you're afraid of this thing between us. What I don't get is why you won't kiss me."
    He took her lips again, but this time his kiss was gentler, a proper first kiss, an exploration and a seduction. She lost herself in learning the unfamiliar stroke of his tongue against hers as her nipples tightened and most of the blood in her body rushed to surround her screaming clit as she shamelessly ground it against the monster. His hands curved around her ass, pulling her into him. By the time he raised his head again she was tugging at the button on his jeans.
    "Right here?" he asked, his fingers moving to her zipper.
    "Right here," she panted. "I want you to bend me over this rail and fuck me."
    She lowered his zipper and reached into his pants, easing his engorged length out through the slit in the front of his boxers. His cock was flushed with life, and the large vein running along the underside throbbed against her thumb. For a minute, she simply enjoyed stroking the silky skin and feeling the heat of him, but a searing flash of need made her let go and jerk her t-shirt over her head, using it to sluice off the rainwater pooled on the porch railing. The folded square of cash in the back pocket of her shorts made a reassuring 'thump' on the wet decking as she dropped them. She spun around, presenting her silken ass to him while he quickly and efficiently unhooked her bra. There was something about the air after a thunderstorm , she thought, inhaling deeply as desire climbed inside her, sizzling around her clit. Grasping the damp railing, she ground her ass eagerly against him.
    The thin straps