Soft Sounds of Pleasure (2 page)

Chapter Two

Busted.

Colton dropped his head and clenched his fists. True to what she probably thought of his damn gender, he hadn't spared much more than a glance at her face. Because he had her face memorized, dammit, but it was the rest of her he'd needed to see. How long had she watched him while he'd let his eyes feast on her?

But his now-jubilant cock was even more perilously close to ejecting his load as the implication behind her words sank in.

He whirled around and damned if she wasn't touching herself, one pink-tipped finger slowly circling her clit, making his cock leap in his Levi's. This woman was absolute hell on his self-control.

The realization dawned on him then that part of what made her so fucking special was her loyalty to her man. He and his brothers got propositioned by neglected housewives all the time, but Lila's very inaccessibility had fueled his fantasies. The knowledge that she was forbidden and utterly beyond reach made was part of what had made her prime thought-fuck material. Somehow, her brazen offer angered him, because her shamelessness seemed to dull her bright image in his head, but he was damned if he'd turn down this chance to fuck her. Lust overlaid with his ire made his voice ragged.

"If I'm reading you correctly, you'll be the recipient. Where's Pete?" For all he knew, she was in the habit of taking away the man's wheelchair and leaving him in bed while she fingered herself on her deck. Or, since the van wasn't in the driveway, Pete could be out.

The wry tilt to her lips paired with the lift of her golden brows above her dark shades told him she thought he'd taken his fucking time getting around to worrying about her husband. "There's no one here to interrupt us, if that's your concern."

He jerked his wallet out of his back pocket and flipped it open. One condom, thank God. He pulled out the square of cellophane, pressing the protection into his palm with the last two fingers of one hand as he returned the wallet to his back pocket and reached for the button of his jeans, all the while toeing off his shoes, his eyes riveted to her finger as it flashed between her open thighs.

"If you keep touching yourself, Lila, this is going to be short and sweet." She jerked her hand away, causing him to wonder whether she'd even realized she'd been seducing him out of his mind.

"I haven't had sex in over four years, Colton. I'll gladly take short and sweet."

The knowledge he hadn't completely misjudged her bled off some of his anger. If she'd waited so long, he wanted this to be good for her. He'd wanted her for so many years, he knew it wouldn't take him long to blow the first time. If it had been that long for her, she'd be tight. Too tight, perhaps, also requiring patience he didn't have at the moment. But, he doubted his cock would take long to bounce back. Maybe he could get his money's worth out of both the opportunity to get naked with Lila Walker and the single condom. And maybe he could make his first and favorite fantasy about her come true in the process.

"Second thoughts?"

He realized he'd stopped in the act of undressing while his thoughts raced. He resumed stripping while he answered her, focusing now on those tits of hers. He jerked his t-shirt off with a single hand to the back of the collar and dropped it on the railing before speaking again.

"No, just thoughts. Will you let me fuck your tits first, Lila? Because I'd be ashamed to tell you how many times I've dreamed of doing just that. I have one condom and a good rebound time I intend to spend tasting your pussy, if we have that much time. Otherwise, my short and sweet might only frustrate you." Because he'd go to his knees and eat her like candy right now, but he'd probably come on her Trex-clad deck, and she might object to him leaving that sort of evidence behind.

Her grin and chuckle left no doubt he wasn't the first man to ask this of her. She let her fingers trail in the glistening vale between her breasts as if testing the slickness before pushing them together.

"We have all the time you want," she said, her husky voice seeming to stroke his cock. "And plenty of oil, but I'd rather—" She stopped, swallowing hard. The sight of her tongue sweeping suggestively across her lips told him what she'd been unwilling to say aloud.

"God, Lila, if you're going to say 'suck me', I'm not about to turn that down," he gritted, dropping the condom on the deck beside her chair and stepping one bare foot out of the jeans and boxers he'd swept down his hips. He put one hand on the railing behind them, swung his freed leg across her and she proved him right for suspecting she'd done this before.

She pressed his aching cock against his abdomen with the palm of her hand, shifting down slightly on the cushion so her soft, warm tongue could take a lingering lap around his balls, the swipe seeming to take his breath away. By the time he felt and watched her work her way to his tip, he was mentally reviewing every repair he'd ever made to a Walker family vehicle, no doubt missing a few, but the survey helped restore the control she was clearly trying to shred. He pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, wanting to see her eyes.

She swiped a generous bead of pre-cum off the head of his cock with her finger, tasting it before she guided him between her lips. Though her talented little tongue avoided the sensitive area beneath the head, he gritted his teeth, not allowing himself to enjoy the flirty swirls her tongue made around his glans too long. This close to his objective, damned if he wanted to come up short, as tempting as the idea was to come in her mouth.

At his gentle tug, she obligingly opened her mouth and he eased back, letting his cock fall into position. Colton watched in fascination as she pushed her lightly tanned breasts snugly around his shaft. The delightful dip was almost as slick as he expected her pussy to be. She pushed her fingers across her gorgeous globes until her long nipples were pinched between her first and second fingers. She squeezed and tugged those rosy peaks, pleasuring herself as he pumped slowly, thrilling to the soft feel of her and the sight of his cockhead peeking out above her mounds. Her tongue began to meet his cock on each forward thrust.

Hell, he only needed one hand for balance. He placed a hand on her breast, on top of hers. "Rub your clit again, Lila. Finger-fuck yourself until I take over, baby. I'll take care of this nipple. Then, I'll take care of you."

She surrendered the rigid point with a sexy grin and worked her hand under his leg, her breasts thrusting forward as she reached for her sex. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes as he flexed his hips. Feeling his tightly-drawn balls slipping across the very spot where that single drop of sweat had begun its journey so many years before made him wonder if he were truly awake.

He raked his calloused thumb across her nipple and as he stared, transfixed, she copied his movement on her other breast. He heard the soft wet sounds made by her fingers in her slit, and he knew he'd be coming after far too few strokes.

Still, he lasted longer than he expected. He stared down at her and the wonder of reality trumping fantasy was his ultimate undoing. In his fantasies, he hadn't known she'd feel this soft, or smell like coconut or make such sweet little sounds.

"Lila." He breathed her name aloud harshly as he came. "Fucking beautiful," he added, because she'd always be beautiful to him, especially now that she'd given him his fantasy after so many years of wanting.

In an action proving her worthy of his years of adoration, damned if she didn't grab his cock and milk the very last drop of cum from his shaft. Her touch wasn't too gentle. Rather she stroked his slowly shrinking flesh as he would have, like she damn well owned it.

He straightened his knees, praying they'd hold him as she abandoned ministering to herself as well as his cock, and used both hands to rub his spill into her breasts, never once opening her eyes.

The woman was sexy as hell and freaking gorgeous. Colton pushed off the railing, aware she hadn't come. He'd made her a promise in return for his dream coming true, and the time had come to pay up.

Some fucking hardship
, his conscience mocked.

Snagging the condom, he kicked free of the garments he was somewhat surprised to find still around his ankle and knelt at the foot of the chaise. Her soft skin felt pleasing to his palms as he tugged her ass down a bit. He stroked her long, well-shaped legs as he placed them over his shoulders before eagerly bending his head to the pleasurable task awaiting.

Lila had a beautiful pussy. Her clit was fully exposed and erect, so he avoided it for the moment, preferring to take a long lick down one side of her folds, then the other, dancing his tongue delicately over the hood of her clit as he inhaled the heady scent of coconut oil and Lila's cunt.

She whimpered.

His cock reacted to the sound and responded valiantly to the summons of hot, wet, needy woman, to his extreme satisfaction.

Then again, his rapid resurrection might have been caused by the taste of her exploding in his mouth. Lila tasted like warm, buttery sunshine, and he eagerly lapped up the nectar pooled in her fluttering opening. Her sweet treat was still sliding down his throat as he eased one finger inside her and circled her clit with his tongue. Her slick channel clamped down greedily, and he pumped slowly to help loosen her before adding a second digit.

"Oh. God." Lila cried out and her hips came off the lounger. Curving his hands around her ass, his fingertips massaged yet another tight, alluring opening and fuck finesse and technique, he decided. He ate her delicious pussy like a starving dog going after steak, because damned if he didn't intend to plunge his cock inside her narrow channel, and soon.

Like before she came to her senses and kicked his ass off her deck, or before a silent electric motor sneaked up on them.

Shut up
, he ordered his stabbing conscience as he began softly strumming her hard clit with the tip of his tongue.

And God bless her sweet ass, she didn't hold out long against his onslaught, grabbing his hair roughly as she shrieked out her gratification, her spine arching off the cushion. Her hands pressed his lips to her sex as she writhed against his mouth, prolonging her climax. Well, he helped a bit, fucking her with his stiffened tongue, delighted that unattainable Lila Walker was coming all over his face.

When her body relaxed back onto the chaise, he sheathed himself and stood. "Does this thing lay flat?" he asked, pointing to the chaise and brusque in his urgent need to get inside her.

She leaned forward and fumbled blindly beneath the lounger until it reclined with a jolt. Lila scooted back up on the chaise to make room for him, her eyes lust-glazed now, her light hair spilling loose from the braid she wore. Her beautiful breasts were heaving as she spread her thighs wide.

He placed one knee on the chair, testing its strength and finding it sturdy.

"Hurry," she panted. "I need to be fucked."

He pushed her thighs against her chest and thrust his demonically dancing cock against her slick slit. She grabbed his thigh and silently communicated her impatience with short but sharp nails, reaching with her other hand to position him at her entrance. Colton battled impatience as he made multiple gentle thrusts, fighting to halfway seat himself inside her. He lowered her thighs against his own and bent over her, dropping his head to suck one of her rigid, outthrust nipples into his mouth, only one hand slipping beneath her because, damn it, he needed the other for balance lest he crush her. But his elbow gained purchase on the foam-green canvas, allowing him to tug her other nipple between thumb and forefinger.

When he was fully inside her, the small cry of welcome escaping her lips was a sound he knew he'd never forget. He was well hung, but she fit him like the right key for a lock.

She didn't seem to want gentle. She thrust her hips up to meet his fiercely, and he felt his balls slap against the curve of her ass. Her nails made trails of fire up the backs of his thighs and across the tightly bunched muscles of his ass, turning his inner caveman loose.

She hooked one leg around his back and met each driving thrust with her own, her other foot dropping to the deck for leverage, assisting him in plundering every heated inch of her unbelievably tight, hot little box.

He let go the nipple in his mouth with a pop, intending to capture the other, but a pea-sized bead of his own seed caught his eye, collected in the hollow at the base of her throat. He admired the effect as he kissed his way up her neck, moving slowly inside her till he felt her pussy loosen a bit. He might have gone for her lips, but she turned her head to the side, so he settled for kissing her neck just below her earlobe, and then buried his nose in her hair. Whatever perfume she wore, it hadn't changed in a decade, thank God.

Her cries and moans filled the quiet afternoon air, chorusing with his appreciative groans as his thrusts became more intense. His fantasy fuck was a wild woman, and the caveman inside Colton wanted it to be him she saw when she came apart beneath him, not whoever she might be picturing behind her shuttered lids. He lifted his head.

"Lila, look at me," he ordered. "See me when you come, damn it."
And do it soon
, he urged silently.

Her eyes opened; their denim color nearly invisible around dilated pupils. "Oh, God, I'm there," she cried, and he felt her pussy tighten, squeezing his cock and forcing him to follow with a shout. He emptied into the condom in the most amazing orgasm of his life as her heavy contractions prolonged his own, draining him of what felt like the last drop of come he'd ever manufacture. He felt her cervix curve around the head of his cock in the ultimate intimate caress.

Lila Walker had fucked him dry. And Colton loved every illicit minute.

Chapter Three

He let his upper body collapse slowly onto her, resting his forehead on hers. He couldn't resist pressing a soft kiss to her lips. He stared at her face, trying to memorize her as she looked in post-coital bliss. The memory of this day might have to last him another decade, after all. She'd lost her sunglasses somehow, he noted with a smile.

"Hold me," she begged, opening her eyes. "That was so good."

"Better than my imagination by miles," he assured her, glad to honor her request. She fit into the curves and planes of his body as if sculpted to be there.

"God, I missed sex," she panted, her hard breaths causing her long nipples to disturb the hair on his chest in a most agreeable way.

His masculine pleasure faded as he saw tears collect along her lower lids and spill down her cheeks. She began to shake against him. He pulled her tightly to his chest, managing somehow to shift them both to his side without landing on the deck, and let her cry, stroking her back in an attempt at comfort while he tried to figure out what the problem was.

"You've never cheated on Pete before, have you?"

"That's how it feels," she wailed, pressing her face tightly against his neck.

Her hot tears burned like his conscience as he considered her words. It felt like cheating because that's what they'd done. "Will you tell him?" He was only now realizing the potential ramifications of his actions. He'd never fucked a married woman before.

"He can probably see us," she sobbed.

Oh, fuck.

The heavy beat in Colton's chest halted, stuttered back to life and revved to near redline. He tried to peer into the French doors which opened onto the deck from this end of the house, but couldn't see inside for the lace covering the glass. And God help him, his cock was still buried inside her clenching pussy.

"Where is he?" he asked, wanting to let her go but she was holding him too tight in her anguish. "I thought you meant he wasn't home, Lila." He tried to recall her exact words as her head came off his shoulder and she pulled away to look him in the eye.

"You don't read the obituaries, I take it." Her lips trembled as sunlight sparkled off her tears.

Yes, safe! Wait. What?

Oh, fuck no.

Apparently, Pete had died and all of Colton's experience and his instincts told him he was the first man she'd been with since. The knowledge he'd been right about her pierced him and he firmly replaced her on the pedestal she hadn't damn deserved to be evicted from. Tenderness unfurled in his chest as he gently wiped her cheeks with his knuckle. "No, sweetheart, I didn't know. But I should have known you wouldn't cheat. Cry as long as you need to, Lila. I won't let you go, baby." He pressed her head against his shoulder again, letting his fingers finally revel in the silk of her hair as he gently massaged her neck and stroked her back, his heart aching for her loss and her sobs tearing at his soul.

As she shuddered in his arms, he reviewed his performance, his horror returning when he realized he'd have probably treated pussy he'd paid for better than he'd done his dream woman. Not that he'd ever paid for it, but still. He'd let anger and his lust take over, had possibly even hurt her, physically and mentally.

And though she was unblemished, he was not.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you, do you Lila?" he murmured, needing to explain why he'd been the one willing to commit adultery. The devil knew his weakness well, tempting him with the only woman in town he'd sin to have.

"Oh, Colton," she said, pulling away again to look him in the eyes. "You don't have to say that. You tried to go and I dared you to leave, but you were always the pick of the De Marco litter as far as I was concerned. We both know this was a pity fuck for you, one I'm grateful for." When he would have protested, she put her hand across his mouth. "But if it's okay with you, let's figure out how to get off this chaise in one piece. I've never used a condom before and I think I hate them. I want to wash my face, fix us a glass of tea and find out why you showed up in my hour of need. It must be important if you let me turn you into my personal sex toy."

It was such an amazing collection of statements he didn't know what to say. Never used a condom? He marveled at that alone; he'd think over the rest of her words later. Forgetting them wasn't a concern; everything about the woman was branded in his brain.

He stripped off the condom and tied the end, picking up his clothes and holding his tongue as he trailed her into the house. She hadn't brought so much as a robe outside, he realized as he watched her very nice ass precede him. This proof that Lila was comfortable in her own skin was such a fucking turn-on. Colton was sick of neurotic women, always seeking reassurance about their supposed defects.

Stepping into the kitchen, he dropped the condom into the waste bin and looked around. She was in the laundry room to his right, tying the belt on her robe. She stood there playing with the ends of the sash, the gesture telling him she was wrestling with what they'd done.

His heart did a funny stutter as he thought about the fact that she had made him the first man she'd been with since Pete.

"Would it be all right if I showered?" he asked. The coconut-scented oil was clinging to his skin. There was no way to explain smelling like suntan oil back at the garage. He wasn't ready to leave her, but he needed a minute to think about what had happened between them, and from the look of her, she did too. "Then, we'll talk."

Not that there was much point to his errand if Pete was dead, but telling her why he'd come allowed him to spend a bit more time memorizing Lila.

* * * *

"Oh, how horrible," Lila gasped, after Colton fell silent, shocked by the news that Sarah De Marco had been murdered during a car-jacking. She remembered Sarah, a beautiful girl if Lila had ever seen one. About five minutes after she'd graduated high school, Sarah had jumped on a bus bound for Los Angeles. Not long after, Lila had seen the first picture of Sarah's infant son hanging on the wall behind the counter at the De Marco family garage. Now the lovely young woman was dead and her son had come to live with his only remaining relatives. The photo in her hand was recent. Jonah had reddish tints in his version of the trademark De Marco dark brown hair, otherwise he looked like a younger version of Colton. The picture didn't show whether his eyes were the same attractive hazel as the rest of the men in his family, but it showed well enough the kid was going to be just as good-looking.

"He's gonna be a real heartbreaker." Lila handed the picture back to him, and impulsively put her hand on his arm. "I'm so sorry you lost your baby sister, Colton. Sarah was a lovely girl and I know your entire family must be devastated. How is Jonah adjusting to her loss?"

Lila had learned the hard way that death was about the survivors.

Colton covered her hand with his, giving her a gentle squeeze that she felt to her toes, but his expression became even more troubled. "Jonah isn't adjusting, Lila. He hates it here. Apparently this town is sadly lacking compared to life in California. He's not trying to make friends because he says he'll just have to start over next year at the high school. He doesn't want to do anything I suggest. All he does is bury his head in a video game or sit around looking miserable. I'm trying my ass off to just get the kid to smile, and finally, he opens up and tells me one thing he'd enjoy doing, and I cannot seem to make that happen."

Lila couldn't suppress a twitch of her lips, earning a questioning look from the handsome man across the table. "Before you start kicking yourself too hard over not living in the world's most exciting spot, allow me to point out nothing is ever quite right in the world of a thirteen-year-old. What is it he wants? A horse? A skateboard park in the backyard?" Her smile became wider as she recalled what Charlie had wanted at Jonah's age, and thank God Pete had said 'no', otherwise there'd be one more thing she had to find a way to look after. "A pool?"

Colton's dark hair gleamed wetly as he shook his head. "Baseball. He wants to play baseball. But we missed the tryouts by a week because he wouldn't talk to me."

Ah, it made sense to her now, why he'd come here. If anyone in the world could get a thirteen-year-old kid a spot on a baseball team after tryouts had ended, it would've been Pete. Pete and Tucker Sizemore, the Athletic Director at the local Parks and Recreation Department, had been best friends. Pete and Lila had once been very active with the competitive league Jonah De Marco would be in, back when her son Charlie had been Jonah's age. Pete had kept his position on the board of directors of the league right up until he'd become unable to attend their meetings.

"You talked to Ken Davis?" she queried, knowing Ken was still the league president from talking to her best friend Amy, who happened to be Tucker's daughter.

Her new best friend.

Her old ones had kicked her to the curb for reasons Lila still didn't quite understand.

He nodded, lifting his hand from hers to rake his fingers through his damp hair distractedly. Much longer then she was used to seeing on a man, his hair hung well past his shoulders, but the look suited him. It was the exact shade of her treasured black walnut ladies' desk, right down to the amber highlights, which matched the ones in his eyes. He usually wore it in a neat ponytail, but seeing it loose was like getting a peek at some kind of secret.

Lila longed to have his hand back on top of hers so much she ached, but she made herself pull her hand away from his arm. It was a shock to realize how much she had missed such a simple caress, almost as shocking as what she'd done to tempt him into having sex. His small, tender gesture did something to her, but there was no sense in getting carried away and pretending this was something it wasn't. He was only here because he needed a favor. "So you came here to talk to Pete, to see if he could get them to make an exception?"

"I'm sorry about Pete," he burst out, his voice sounding about as ragged as she felt. "I'm sorry I didn't know, Lila. Are you… are you okay?"

She was, if you didn't count the fact she had house payments to make and Pete's life insurance wasn't in any hurry to pay up. She was doing fine if you didn't count the fact all her old friends had deserted her. She was absolutely peachy as long as her mother-in-law kept her distance. She was just fucking fabulous if she didn't let herself think too much about her only child being deployed to Iraq.

"What choice do I have?" she said aloud. Fixing Colton's problem would be easier than tackling any single one of her own. "I'll talk to Ken," she offered. "And I can't promise a thing, but if I'm good at anything, Colton, I'm good at not taking 'no' for an answer if it's something I believe in." She tilted her head and felt her cheeks warm up as she met his eyes. "But I need to ask you a favor, too."

He only nodded. Colton was the quiet, observant type, so quiet that whenever he spoke to her, Lila had always felt special. So quiet he made her babble at times, to fill up the silence. A habit she feared she'd gotten from Pete.

"God knows, in the last few years I've handled some things I never suspected I'd be able to handle, and I guess being gossiped about if you tell anyone we did this would be just one more thing to handle, but to be honest, I've been through so much lately that I'd just as soon not have to deal with the repercussions if word of this got out, so—" Her eyes filled, but she blinked her tears away. "It's not that I'm ashamed for people to know I was with you, but I loved Pete, but most folks would think I didn't wait long enough before I—"

"Lila, four years is long enough by anyone's standards," he said in a gentle tone. He frowned so fiercely, she feared she'd made him mad. "But for the record, I don't kiss and tell."

She gave him an assessing look, uncaring if his feelings were a bit hurt. People wouldn't count from the day Pete had ceased to be a real husband to her; they'd start the clock on how long she mourned for Pete from the day he died.

"I apologize if you feel I'm underestimating you. It's just that once Pete got hurt, a lot of our
friends
came by to check on us, and a few of the husbands made a point to ask if there was anything they could do to help me." Her laughter was mirthless. "Well, it took a few awkward conversations for me to figure out none of them were worried about how my grass was getting cut or who hauled off the trash once Charlie left for Parris Island."

"I turned down every last one of them." Her voice became fierce as she stared across the table at him, wondering why he didn't look surprised, because she'd been shocked as hell. "But their wives cut me off at the knees anyway. If my husband wasn't giving me sex, then I guess they were worried I might ask their husbands for it." She knew her smile didn't reach her eyes. "I suppose it never occurred to them it happened the other way around, or that I was too exhausted to care about such, but I've already lost enough, if it's all the same to you."