The headlights of Braden’s car cut through the stormy night like a knife as we roll up to his building. The taste of his cum is still on my tongue. When I lick my lips, they’re salty with his seed.

His eyes slide over me as we ease down a narrow side-alley separated from the street by an automatic gate. This is the backdoor to the most expensive building in NYC. The private parking of the rich and famous.

I look down at his lap and see that his cock hasn’t softened at all. If anything, it looks harder than ever.

My cunt throbs, wet as the pavement outside. My pulse is still racing with the thrill of it all: Braden. His car. The speed, the sound, the slickness of the road beneath us as we leave it behind.

Braden drives too fast. He takes corners with reckless abandon. The way he drives is a physics lesson in disaster, but as close as he comes sometimes, I’ve never seen him crash.

He’s dangerously calculating, too hot for his own good and too rich to care.

“Keep those fucking pants off,” he tells me, running his fingers through his dark, thick hair. The other hand is still wrapped around the wheel, white-knuckled.

He looks unhinged. Raw and brooding. Bristling with the same energy as the storm outside, wild and untameable.

He rolls down the window and leans out to key in his pin number for the garage. I lean over across his lap and catch his wrist.

“Ever had sex in a storm before?”

Braden leans back, considering it.

“It’s a cold rain, Jenna.”

“I never thought the infamous Braden Masterson would be afraid of getting a little wet.”

With not even half a second of warning, Braden twists his wrist beneath my fingers and captures my throat in his hand.

“You’re the only one who’s getting wet tonight,” Braden growls. His breath is warm against my lips. His mouth is so close to mine it makes me ache. “That’s your problem, Jenna. You haven’t been paying attention. You still think I give a damn where I fuck you.”

He rolls the window up, pushes me away and gets out of the car. He doesn’t turn it off. His engine has quieted to a sultry purr. I can feel it vibrating gently through the leather seat beneath me.

The headlights cast Braden’s shadow up against the garage door as he comes around to my side, wrenching my door open.

Braden looms over me for a moment as the rain falls down on his broad shoulders. A glistening bead of a raindrop drips down his Roman nose and lands on my thigh.

“Get out of the car,” he growls.

I scramble to put one foot at a time outside his race car. Not fast enough. Braden pulls me out of the car and sweeps me off my feet. Like I’m some kind of damsel in distress and he’s my knight in shining armor, here to save me.

But as he lays me down on the hood of his race car, all I can do is admire his sword. If I’m in distress, it’s only because I want so badly to be his sheath.

Steam rises off the hot metal beneath me as the chilly rain beats down on it. Braden curls his fingers beneath my pants, gathered around my ankles, and pulls them off me like they’ve done him some kind of wrong. That’s just how he feels about my clothes, I realize. Braden Masterson has a general distaste for anything standing between his touch and my skin.

The metal is gorgeously warm beneath my bare ass. I can feel the engine thrumming beneath it, powerful and hot. It’s a stark contrast to the torrent of rain pouring down on my skin, soaking my blouse clear through.

The chilly wetness has turned the fabric of my thin shirt nearly transparent. It clings to my nipples, dark and hard and aching in the cold.

Braden grabs my ankle, pulling me towards him, and takes one of those nipples between his teeth. I gasp as he sucks on it through the damp linen. His fingers pinch the other one, and I shiver.

I can’t stop shivering.

I don’t know whether to blame it on the rain or blame it on him.

His lips kiss down my skin. It’s turned to gooseflesh, trembling and beaded with rain. Every kiss feels like fire. When he licks me, it’s like being licked by flame.

Until he comes to my pussy. My hot, throbbing, needy pussy. Then, I can feel the way I’m radiating. The humidity of my wetness mingles with the warmth of his breath for a moment. Then, he’s kissing me there. Making out with my cunt.

I tangle my fingers in his hair. His mouth is at my clit now, lashing out at it with his tongue. The sensation is so deliciously intense, I don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away.

In the end, I do both, until I’m grinding against his face like the greedy bitch I’ve become.

I’ve never seen a man look more handsome than he does when he’s staring up at me with his mouth buried in my cunt. With Braden Masterson, this is truer than ever. He’s handsome enough from the usual angles that he could have any woman in the world exactly where I am―on the hood of his car right now.

But he hasn’t chosen just any woman in the world. He’s chosen me.

When he won his race tonight, it was my lips he was kissing. It’s my body he wants to fuck right now, and it’s my cunt that he’ll be inside as we weather this storm.

Together. Tonight. I’ll deal with tomorrow, tomorrow. Whatever it brings.

Tonight, I’m his.

I come so hard against his mouth that, for a moment, I’m certain I can see stars. But the storm clouds overhead rain down harder than ever. I’m left whimpering and trembling as it beats down on my body, as my pupils dilate and I struggle to regulate my breath.

His embrace is deliciously warm as he pulls me against him. We wrap our arms around each other with a primal kind of need. His kisses burn, all the way through my lips to my core.

Braden forces his tongue into my mouth. It conquers mine effortlessly. He’s a man used to winning, whether it’s in his car or on top of it.

“Beg me.” He pushes the words out through his teeth.

“Fucking give it to me,” I snarl back.

His massive cock probes at the tightness of my slit, feverishly hot and dripping with want, while his arms slide over my skin, slick with rain.

He hilts himself inside me.

No teasing. No easing himself in. No fucking around.

Just fucking. Pure fucking. Unbridled, undiluted, unrestrained fucking so damn good, it almost seems unreal.

He takes me hard and fast like he’s lost all restraint entirely. This isn’t like the way he races, teasing his opponents with the hope that they might be able to handle him.

This is deliberately brutal. Calculatingly intense. He’s huge, hard, and entirely too much to handle, and he wants me to know it. He’s getting off on it, even.

All I can do is lay back, hold on for dear life, and enjoy the ride.

The second orgasm sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body. Like I’ve been struck by lightning. The sky crackles with it overhead as my eyes roll back.

I lose myself to the sensation of Braden’s cock jackhammering into me, over and over and over again. My nails claw at his shoulder blades, desperately trying to find purchase. Every cell of my body is flickering, like a house with every light on when the breaker is about to blow.

When it does, I scream.

My hips buck up to slam against his.

I feel rewired. Full system upgrade. My every cell repurposed to feel pleasure.

Only pleasure. Nothing else.

He wraps me up tight in his arms and holds me like I’m holy. I wrap my legs around his hips. Our bodies find each other's rhythms like this, rocking against each other.

Growling, hissing, and moaning like animals in heat. Tangled up in each other’s embrace.

“Fuck. Jenna.”

I pull him tighter against me, press my lips to the warmth of his neck and sink my teeth into it.

“Jenna,” he hisses. “I’m going to come. I’m gonna come inside you—”

He wraps his fingers around my throat, holding me before him. Our noses are tip to tip. My hair is damp.

His hair is even darker than usual, slicked back and shining. Pearls of rain stream down his face, mixing with his sweat. That’s what he smells like: sweat and rain and gasoline. Leather, cologne and cunt.

My cunt.

He smells like me.

I come again, right along with him this time. He holds me tighter than ever, like he’s afraid of I might dissolve into the steam coming off the hood if he lets go. I can feel his balls tighten as he pumps me full of his load, hot ropes of cum coating my insides as deep as it can go.

Beneath us, the engine keeps purring. The headlights glow as thunder rumbles and lightning lights up the night.