“Jesus, Casey,” she breathed. “You want to just go for it right here on your car?”
“Fuck,” I growled, so turned on at the very thought I felt dizzy. I’d fantasised about doing her in an endless number of places. Starting with the hood of my car would suit me just fine. “Yeah. I do.”
Grace scanned the darkness around us. The road was quiet in early hour, and though we could hear the odd passing car, shrubs along the roadside hid us from their view. Houses were dark and quiet. People were asleep. Satisfied no one was around, or likely to be, she took the tie out of her hair and leaned back on her elbows, staring up at me as she licked her lips.
“So do it,” she challenged, her hair falling down in a fiery tangle against the gleaming grey hood.
“You think I won’t?” Leaning over her, I planted both hands on either side of her and ran my tongue along her bottom lip, nibbling it between my teeth.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” I crooned in her ear, “you won’t ever want to leave.” I took hold of her hips and dragged her against my erection, rubbing it between her legs. The layers of clothing had to go.
“Oh my God,” she muttered. “We’re going to get arrested for public indecency, I know it.”
“If we do, I’m telling them you forced me.”
She laughed and I swallowed the sound as I kissed her, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth. Her hands came around me, holding on as I tilted my head, deepening the kiss.
Grace was breathless when I broke away, moving my mouth to her neck, licking and sucking her overheated skin.
“Casey,” she moaned.
I pushed her back against the car, drugged with lust. Nothing short of the world ending would stop me from having her now. I grabbed the hem of her top and shoved it up until it bunched beneath her armpits. Her tits were a small handful yet utterly perfect, her nipples a dark rose. I ducked my head and took one in my mouth, biting it gently with my teeth. She gasped and the sound went straight to my cock.
A loud crack of thunder cut through the sound of our heavy breathing. Grace jerked at the signal of an imminent storm and tipped her head to the sky. “It’s going to rain. I can smell it in the air.”
“I don’t care,” I told her, having no intention of stopping what we’d just started. Latching onto her nipple, I sucked it deep in my mouth. With one hand pinning her down, I used the other to undo my belt buckle and slide the zipper down on my pants.
I shifted to her other nipple, biting it before laving the sting with my tongue. I sucked the rigid peak until she cried out my name. It still wasn’t enough. Letting go, I straightened up and pushed my boxer-briefs below my straining erection. My cock sprang free, swollen and aching. Grace dropped her gaze, watching as I grabbed it in my hand and tugged, needing desperate relief.
“Suck me,” I demanded, wanting her mouth.
She sat up on the hood and shifted closer, her knees up around her ears as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to the head. I shuddered, fisting my hand in her hair as she did it again.
A cold raindrop splattered across my arm when Grace opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in her mouth. My head fell back and I closed my eyes, groaning her name when her hot tongue swirled around the tip, teasing me.
Another raindrop hit, fat and heavy, when she sucked the length of me deep inside, swallowing me in her hot, wet mouth. Her beautiful stormy eyes met mine and pleasure hit in waves. God, I was going to come watching my cock slide in and out those pretty lips of hers.
Heavy rain started falling while her tongue stroked over my cock. I ignored the cold drops when an orgasm came screaming up inside me. Grabbing the base of my erection, I pressed hard, staving it off as I pulled out of her mouth.
“We should get out of the rain!” she shouted as the heavy drops turned into a shower. She went to slide off the hood of my car and I put one hand in the middle of her chest, halting her.
“No.” I pushed her down. She fell back on her elbows, her wet hair beginning to plaster itself to her skin. While she was busy catching her breath, I grabbed her panties and yanked them down her endlessly long legs. Grace watched, her mouth open, as I tossed them away. They sailed over her shoulder, hitting the wet windscreen with a loud slap. Taking hold of her knees with a firm grip, I spread her legs.
With her body sprawled across the hood of my car, Grace looked wild, soaked to the skin, and crazy beautiful. I knew then I was falling in love with her. It wasn’t a good feeling. My heart thundered in my ears and my chest felt tight, like I might hyperventilate at any moment. I shouldn’t want this. There would be no easy way out.
“Casey,” she gasped, goose bumps skittering along her skin as her stormy blue eyes found mine.
Since when have you ever taken the easy road, Casey?
“I’m not waiting for you any longer!” I shouted over the downpour. She shivered when I dug my fingers hard into her hips and yanked her towards me. “I need to be inside you, Grace.” I rubbed my bare cock between her legs, nailing her wet, swollen clit with each thrust. Her head fell back on a moan and she grabbed my hips, holding on. “Right now.”
Blinking away the drops of water pooling on my eyelashes, I reached for my wallet in the back pocket of my pants. “Dammit,” I growled when my hand came up empty.
“What?”
“Condom,” I bit out. “Dammit!” I found Grace’s eyes, wanting to cry like a baby. “I don’t have one.”
I don’t think I’d ever been caught in a situation where I’d ever not had one. I wanted to punch myself in the face. Of all the times, not having one now was just fucking cruel. Like some sick joke. I should just—
“Do we need one?” she yelled back, blinking rapidly as the rain pelted her in the face. “I know I’m clean.”
I swallowed hard at the thought of fucking her bare, of coming inside her. Then I let the image go. “Yes, Grace, we do. I’ve never gone bare before, and holy shit, right now I want to more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but trusting me with your body like that is a decision that should be made carefully, not in the heat of the moment.”
“I trust you!”
I shook my head, then remembered that the glove compartment in my car had condoms the last time I’d rummaged around in there. “Don’t move!”
After finding one quickly, I slammed the door and was already ripping it open with my teeth as I came around the hood of the car. After rolling it down my cock, I shifted between her legs.
She took hold of my swollen erection with both hands. I watched, my breath heavy, as she guided me inside her body. My hips surged forward when she let go. With my head buried in her neck, I slammed home. Not even pausing to catch my breath, I began a hard and fast thrust.
“Feels so good,” she moaned when I rolled my hips. We were getting pummelled by rain and cars were driving past not even ten yards away. I didn’t care. I was caught up in the intensity, in the vice she squeezed my cock in. I turned my head to kiss her, forcing her mouth to open for my tongue. Grace took it and gave it back, making me groan.
Then she tore her mouth from mine, taking a deep gasping breath. “Make it hard, Casey,” she said, her eyes inflamed. “So that when I leave, you fucking me is the only thing I can think about.”
My fingers dug into her ass at the sexy words thrown back in my face. “You want it hard?”
I pulled out with agonising patience, until only the head of my cock remained in her body. Shifting my gaze downwards, I pushed back in slowly, gritting my teeth from the drawn-out pleasure as I watched myself disappear back inside her.
“Casey, please.” Grace moaned and fell back against the car, her back arching as she tried to pull me deeper inside.
I wanted to freeze the moment so I could enjoy it a little longer—the abandonment, the desperation on her face, the chill from the rain contrasting with the heat of her body, the wild surge of hunger for her and no one else. No. Not hunger, I realised, but craving. I wanted to build a wall around us, brick by bri
ck, until no one else could get inside and Grace couldn’t leave.
Pulling back out again slowly, I shoved in hard, my hands pinning her body in place so she could take the force. She cried out, her legs wrapping around my hips. That was when the last thread of control snapped. I began fucking her with abandon. There was no finesse, just need.
The outside world faded as I focused on making Grace feel good. “Come,” I bit out breathlessly, knowing I couldn’t hold on for much longer. “God, please,” I begged, my hips burning as I slammed her hard.
Reaching between us, I pegged her clit with my thumb, massaging the swollen nub expertly.
“Casey,” she gasped as I kept pounding my cock inside her. “So damn good.”
Her breathing was deep and ragged now, her grip on my bare hips tight. I knew she was close. Pulling my thumb away, she watched as I sucked it into my mouth, using my tongue to sweep the taste of her over my lips. It was so hot it almost ripped an orgasm from me then and there.
Grace cried out my name, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came. Her body contracted violently around my cock, forcing a groan from my chest. I braced my thighs further apart, unable to slow down to ease her through the aftershocks. “I’m gonna—”
“Yesssss,” she moaned slowly.
She reached down and grabbed my balls with one hand, tugging hard. I thrust once, twice, and squeezed my eyes shut, coming with a shout.
Ducking my head, I kissed her as I rode out the pleasure, my hips slowing to short, sharp thrusts. The weight of my heavy body pinned her to the car.
She grinned against my lips, panting hard as the rain pelted us. “We need to do this again soon.”
After accelerating out onto the main road, I glanced across at Grace. With the little clothing she had now wet, she was wrapped in the beach towel I kept in the back of my car. It was tucked loosely around her slender body. If I reached over and gave it a small flick, I was sure it would just fall away. Returning my eyes to the road, I shifted gears and settled my hand on her bare leg.
The heavy rain had died off minutes ago, settling into a light, steady patter that the windscreen wipers cleared away intermittently. We were on our way back to my loft. I wasn’t sure what plan Grace had in mind, but mine was to finally get her in my bed and fuck her all over again.
I would have to return her to the duplex before anyone woke up and noticed she’d left. I didn’t like the idea of taking her home in the middle of the night—I wanted to wake with her in my bed—but I liked the idea of Henry waking up to find her gone even less.
“Why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry,” I replied.
“You’re frowning,” she answered, shivering from the cool change the storm had brought with it. I took my hand from her leg to turn up the heat before returning it.
“Because I don’t want this whole thing with your brother to come to blows.”
“What? Why would it come to that? Henry’s not violent.” Grace looked confused, her furrowed brow now mimicking mine. “You’re not going to punch him, are you?”
“I’m not going to punch your brother, Slim,” I replied calmly, but Henry was going to punch me, of that there was no doubt. He’d made it a point to ask me to keep my distance and I’d gone against his wishes. All over the hood of my car. Which could now quite possibly be dented and scratched. “But I am going to tell him about us.”
“No you’re not,” she declared, raking her eyes over my near-naked form. I was wearing only my boxer-briefs. The rest of my wet clothing had been tossed in the boot of the car along with hers.
My cock stirred in interest at her attention, and I took my hand off her leg to rub it absentmindedly. “No, I’m not going to tell him right now.”
Her brow smoothed with relief before furrowing again. “When?”
“Tomorrow night,” I told her, deciding that would be a good a time as any.
Grace pursed her lips, smug. “Jamieson has their contracted show at the Florence Bar tomorrow night. Henry won’t be home.”
“I know,” I replied, taking a right turn onto Ocean Street when the light changed to green. “I’m doing your security.”
“No you’re not. Jared and Coby are.”
“Jared and Coby were,” I corrected her. “Now Jared and I are, remember? I texted you about it earlier today.”
After a moment of silence, she blurted out, “I’ll tell him.”
“No.” I shook my head at the idea. “I’ll handle it.”
The closer we got to the city, the busier the roads became, filling up with mad taxi drivers taking their tired, drunken fares home after a Thursday night out. I shifted gears and took the next left on o New South Head Road before glancing quickly at Grace. Seeing the hem of her towel falling precariously close to her nipples, I reached over to tug it up, mindful of peeping passengers.
“Why do you get to handle it?” Grace folded her arms, thwarting my efforts. The towel inched lower. “Because you have a penis?”
“Yes,” I conceded, glancing across at the towel with frustration. “Henry is going to be pissed off. You get that, right? I’d prefer him to be pissed off at me rather than you.”
Comprehension dawned in her eyes. “Because you think he’s going to punch you!” She waved her hands around as she spoke and the towel gave up its fight, falling into her lap.
My cock stood to immediate attention, saluting the sudden display of nudity. I groaned. “Jesus, Slim.” With one hand, I grabbed the towel and yanked it up under her chin while I tried to watch the road. “You’re going to cause a car accident. And he won’t punch me,” I lied. I’d tell him just before he went on stage. At least then he would be holding his guitar. It would give him less opportunity to get violent.
“You’re right. He won’t punch you.”
I smiled at Grace reassuringly, pleased that she’d realised I could handle the matter. Henry would get over his fury when I made him understand that I had no intentions of hurting his sister.
“Because you won’t be there when I tell him,” she added as I navigated the car into the underground car park of my building. The area was well lit. It hadn’t always been, but when the elderly couple living in the space below were mugged soon after Jared and Travis had moved in, we’d made some changes to make the area safer.
“That’s very noble of you to sacrifice yourself, Slim, but—”
“Oh, it’s no trouble—”
“—I said I could handle it. I know how to take a punch or two.”
Grace went suddenly quiet as I parked in my assigned space and turned off the ignition. Pocketing the keys, I got out and went around to the passenger door. After opening it, I ducked my head to check on her when she didn’t move.
“Grace?”
I crouched down until I was looking up at her bowed head. Her eyes looked suspiciously wet.
Reaching over her lap, I unclipped the seat belt and pulled her towards me. She came easily, wrapping her arms around me. I nuzzled the side of her throat, inhaling the sweet, feminine scent of her skin.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
Grace pulled back, her eyes searching my face. “That day at the beach when you told me your story. It wasn’t just your mum, was it? He hit you, too.”
My heart raced and my mouth went dry, hating to dredge up old memories.
“He did,” I replied, using my thumb to wipe a tear that spilled down her cheek at my admission. “I would act out deliberately, because if his rage was focused on me—”
“Then he would hit you instead of your mum or Kelly,” she finished for me, her voice thick with hurt.
I nodded, unable to form words.
Grace drew a deep, shaky breath. “That’s why you want to talk to Henry instead of me. You want him to take his anger out on you instead of me.”
I stood up, dragging Grace with me. “I won’t let him hurt you, Slim,” I told her as I shut the car door and locked it.
“But it’s okay for him to h
urt you?”
Taking her hand in mine, I led her up to the loft. “I told you. I can take it.” I punched the security code in and opened the door, motioning her inside. The minute she stepped through the doorway, I spun her around, using my bulk to push her up against the wall and kiss her, making us both forget the entire conversation.
Forcing her mouth open, my tongue swept inside. She grabbed my shoulders, her fingers digging in as she kissed me back, whimpering and rubbing her tongue against mine until I shook from wanting her.
She broke the kiss with a gasp. “We haven’t finished our conversation.”
“We’ll finish it later,” I lied and started kissing her again. Damn, she tasted good. I reached for the towel to rip it away.
The sound of a throat being cleared echoed through the dark, quiet loft. We both froze for a minute before I reached over and flicked on the light switch. The living and dining area lit up, highlighting Coby standing in the kitchen. His hair was mussed and like me, he was wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs.
“Well,” he drawled with a crooked grin, setting his glass of water on the kitchen bench. “This is awkward.”
It wasn’t the first time either of us had caught the other with a woman, but this was Grace, and she was barely dressed. I pushed her behind me, but not before Coby caught sight of her distinctive deep red hair and the colourful tattoo that wound over her shoulder and down her arm.
He blanched, his brown eyes growing wide with shock. “Grace?”
Grace peeked over my shoulder, giving him a brief wave and a once over with her eyes. “Hi, Coby.”
I glared at her.
She lifted her shoulders in a shrug.
“Shower,” I muttered and herded her towards the bathroom. “Excuse us,” I threw at Coby as we passed by.
He was still standing in place, stunned, when I shut the door behind us. Letting go of Grace, I reached inside the shower stall and flicked on the taps. I held my hand under the spray while I waited for the water to heat. When steam started rising, I turned around to find Grace with her head stuck in the bathroom cabinet.
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