He gazes at me like he’s seen a ghost, or an apparition – someone he’s never seen before. He’s confused and wry and sad and something feral. That part sets my skin prickling. He’s dangerous, I’m told. And he does look it, his muscles exploding with hard power, his jaw gritting. But he also looks like a wounded animal I want to put my arms around and hold.

I have tried to stay away.

I promised my father I wouldn’t see him.

That was in the agony of the moment right after he told me about Rand and I was a little devastated. It’s just not the kind of thing you expect to hear about the man that had just probed his tongue inside your body. That he killed a woman.

With each day that went past, the pain of not seeing him was worse than that of knowing what he’d done. And that he lied about it. Or at least hid it, which to me is the same thing.

“Are you wet?” he husks.

Despite my trepidation, I feel my eyes pop open in surprise. My clit aches a little but I have to not let my body take over here. Rand jolts out of his gawping at me when he realizes what he just said.

“I mean, you’re wet,” he dissembles, his voice cracking. “It’s raining, I guess. Your tee shirt, it’s wet. I don’t want you to catch cold.”

“Oh,” I murmur.

I glance down and see the rain does seem to have fallen solely on the shelf of my breasts, maybe a little across my shoulders. But my nipples are protruding so hard through the damp spots on the material, I should be hung in a frat boy’s locker. Maybe this is one day I should have remembered to put on a bra.

Rand is making a pointed effort not to look at my tits and I love him for that. And for thinking of my health. What kind of killer does that?

“You could have told me,” I say.

“I did try but that doesn’t matter now,” he grits out. His eyes unhood as he meets my gaze solidly. He’s trying to be the hard man, I see that clearly no matter how he attempts to cover his soft side.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I say and am rewarded with a small grin and he nods, almost to himself.

God, he must think I’m such a ballbuster.

“That was what I wanted to tell you the other night, but we- I - got waylaid with the stuff that feels so fucking good. With you, Caila.”

My heart is pounding so hard it could bust through my chest wall like a demolition crew. It’s all I can do not to run at him and climb up his solid body, wrapping my legs around him, crushing my girl parts into his hardness.

“Then after, when you asked,” he continues, “I didn’t want to spoil the mood of that moment.”

He stops. I can tell he doesn’t like explaining after the fact, as though he’s worming his way out for not doing what he should have. I love how he’s so manly, willing to own his errors. I always feel safe with him. I know he’d never hurt me.

“Then my ex brat showed up,” I prompt.

“Yah,” he grunts, his fist clenches. “I wasn’t about to go all victimy, making excuses because he outed me.”

He goes to the tool bench and sets down the wrench he’s holding. I can see the emotion roiling around his body coming through every one of his solid back muscles.

I walk closer to him, put my hand on his broad shoulder. The muscle flexes back at my hand so close to the skin the heat is warming.

“Can we go for a drive?” I whisper.

“It’s raining,” he husks. His hands on the bench are two tight fists, his spine curved over like he’s in pain.

It’s not torrential rain although the forecast does call for that on the weekend. So I guess that means he doesn’t want to be alone with me. Maybe he’s in torment because he can’t tell me straight to my face that it’s done between us. I was a quickie.

No, didn’t he just say I was the best ever?

So maybe he feels betrayed by me not calling, or answering his good night text. For going cold on him.

“It was in the rain,” he mutters. He takes a long hard inhale like he’s steeling himself. “I killed someone in the rain.”

I stay very still, my hand still on his huge deltoid muscle. Feeling the tense agony held there as he forces himself to tell me what happened.

“I was driving and it was pouring, pitch black night,” he husks.

I wait again. The air in the garage feels like it too is holding its breath.

“She came running out of nowhere. A woman getting away from two guys chasing her. Fuck….”

Rand bends over and his forehead crashes into his palm, supported by his elbow in the bench as though the memory weighs more than his head can tolerate.

“It’s okay,” I whisper. I slide around him and worm my way under his chest somehow.

My arms go around him in a friendly hug. I’m trying to be supportive and not let the lust coursing through my body overwhelm me. It’s all true then, what Boone and my father told me. This guy killed someone – a woman. I really ought to get out of here. He releases me, enough to stand up straighter and look at me. He still holds me in his arms and my hands rest on his hips. I can feel he’s commando beneath his overalls and that makes my pussy clench tighter. My panties are soaked and that seems so wrong at this moment.

Suddenly he yanks me to him fiercely. My heart jaggers through my chest as he hauls me into his, my untrammeled tits mashing into his muscle. I must be sick, the way my body reaches at him, trying to meld into him. Even as he tells me something this serious, all I can think about is having him deep inside me, his cock pressing me open.

I gasp as he squeezes me tightly, my breath coming in small airless pants. My breasts crushed into his chest are filling with the pressure of desire. Hungry need that demands feeding. I need his hard fingers tweaking my nipple, pinching out the lust filling the point. My breath is so ragged, Rand must think I’m crying. He lifts his head from its burial in my neck and searches my face. His eyes huge with yearning.

Then we’re on each other, hands scrabbling, tearing, tugging. He yanks my tee shirt up so hard my tits tumble free. He arrests their bouncing in the clamp of his palms, squeezing the flesh, wringing it through his fingers until I gasp. He rolls a nipple hard in his thumb and finger as I rip at his coverall. The snaps open up like a knife slash, revealing his spectacular ab muscles, chest and that gorgeous cock standing up hard as a stone pillar.

I drop to my knees, rolling my breasts down his rippled torso and over his prick so he groans. Then I wrap my small hands around the velvety hot skin, sliding down to cup his balls as my mouth takes him in. Rand’s hands slam back on the workbench, his head tipped back as he lets out a wolfish growl. My wet mouth and the aggressive laps of my tongue along his underside are making him lose all control. His head leaks a salty drop then another, that I lap up, swirling my tongue around the springy head.

He pulls me up off my knees and spins me around. My hands grip the edge of the workbench as I lean forward. He’s behind me, his hardness pressing into my skin as he squeezes both my tits in one huge hand and unzips my jeans with the other.

They’re so skintight, it’s going to take forever to drag them down my legs. My boots need to come off too.

“I can’t wait,” I whine, arching my back so my bare ass lifts up. “Arhhh.” My squeal echoes around the garage.

Then Rand claps his hand down a second time on my bare cheek so the slap reverberates louder than my squeak of surprise. The pain burns hot on my skin then diffuses through me making me even wetter. Rand’s fingers slide into my chasm and around to my pussy where he swirls in my flowing juices with a groan.

“You’re so fucking wet, Caila.”

“I want you. Now,” I demand.

Another stinging slap comes down on my butt so shards of bright light fly through me.

“You’ll get me in good time.”

I love how he wrenches back control from me. Apparently Rand isn’t going to bother with taking my clothes off. I’m going to stand here bent over his workbench with my tee shirt dragged up around my neck. My jeans dripping panties bunched on my boot tops. Anyone could come in while he’s spanking me and they’d get the full view of me spread open. I don’t give a shit. The heat pouring through my body is intolerable and only Rand can ease it.

Every hard pinch of my nipple, every slap on my butt cheek has me moaning and begging him to fuck me.

Which only incites him more, into letting me know he’s still in charge. He palms my cheeks and pulls them apart, then I realize he’s, oh my god, he’s dropping to his knees.

And he’s gazing on my spread rear hole and open pussy. I’ve never felt more exposed. The sliver of embarrassment shatters as I undulate my hips slightly, inviting him in with a whole new confidence in my body.

I can’t believe how wanton Rand makes me but I love how free I feel. And how secure.

“Ohhh,” I moan as his tongue hooks over my engorged clit. “Myyyy gahhhd.” He licks along the length of my slit. A long drag with the flat of it laving over my clit, my open pussy and finally my other hole.

I’m clawing into the workbench so deep there'll be nail scratches when I’m done writhing. He’s completely undoing me. I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I am in another realm, somewhere else. A realm of desire and pleasure. Being pleasured is my entire world.

Rand flips me around again. He sweeps the tools from his workbench and lifts me to set me down.

“I can’t,” I begin – I don’t get to finish up with ‘open my legs’.

With the jeans constricting me, Rand throws my legs up, up, so I tip back and grab behind for support. I want to touch him but he’s having none of it. He’s totally masterful and in charge. He threads his head under my jeans and panties, popping up between my legs with my ankles hooked around his ears.

His eyes take all of me in, feasting on my bobbing breasts and dripping pinkness.

“I could look at this all fucking day,” he rasps as he thumbs either side of my folds to pull them apart. The cool air makes me quiver but not as much as being exposed to him so totally. “Fucking perfect. Gorgeous.”

He’s muttering a litany of words about my beauty as he positions his head in my entrance and with a hard thrust rides all the way inside me.

My head tips back and he groans out at the intensity of our connection. My entire pussy is tingling hotly with lusty satisfaction at how he fills me. I’m unraveling, coming apart at edges I no longer have.

Rand’s brought me to the precipice already and I’m going over. His cock is too much. I can’t hold back. I...ohhhh.

My orgasm flies up my body and detonates through my skin. As I’m bucking on his hard shaft he’s watching me twitch and contract, his lidded eyes fixed on where he’s consumed by my pussy. I come hard but I’m disappointed it’s over already. I want to be this close to Rand longer. Much longer.