Free American Made (Against the Tides #2) by Katheryn Kiden Page A

I’m glad someone other than myself knows their way around the outskirts of the city. Emerson tosses her hand out the window and crooks her finger, telling me to get out of my truck and come to her. I jump out of my truck and make my way to hers, climbing up into the passenger side of the cab.
    “This has to work,” she says. 
    I can already tell it isn’t going to fix anything and if it does anything, it will only make me want her more. She scoots across the seat and flips over so she’s straddling my lap. My hands fall to her hips and tug her closer.
    “You don’t get to hate me if this doesn’t work,” I whisper against her throat. “I’m only doin’ this for you.”
    “Yeah,” Emerson laughs. “You’re just doin’ it for me.” Leaning forward, she presses her lips against my ear and rocks her hips against my dick. “You might wanna tell that lie to your cock. He didn’t seem to get the message.”
    “Oh, don’t worry. He’ll get it loud and clear when I get out of this truck after gettin’ you off and he hasn’t been touched.”
    “What?” Her gaze snaps to mine and I can tell she’s starting to wonder what the hell I’m talking about. 
    “You didn’t say anything about fuckin’. You said you wanted to feel me touch you, so that’s what’s gonna happen.”
    I slip my hands under the hem of her shirt and push it up her body until her tits are showing. Reaching around her, I undo her bra clasp with a snap of my fingers. I don’t give her a chance to think about the fact that her tits just tumbled out of her bra before sucking her nipple into my mouth. I roll my tongue over it as it hardens and I know the second she breaks and gives into me. Her hand flies to my head, holding me where I am as she rocks her hips.
    “Do you need something?” I ask, pulling back only long enough to speak. When I drop my head again, I drag my teeth across her nipple and make her gasp.
    “Touch me. Fuckin’ hell I don’t care what you do, just touch me.”
    I know as soon as I take this further there’s no going back. For the first time ever, I don’t care. I don’t know her and I know that it’s purely infatuation like she said, but I’m not afraid of figuring out what this is going to become. I undo the button on her jeans and slide my hands into the back, cupping her ass. 
    Pulling her up, I slide her jeans over her ass and down to the middle of her thighs. Kneading her ass with one hand, I move the seat back with the other. I let go of her nipple and lean back in the seat. Her face is already flush and I can see how much she wants this. I pull her against my chest and slide the red lace down until they meet her jeans. I let the tips of my fingers graze her thighs and ass until her body starts to quiver. 
    “You gonna let me do whatever I want?”
    “Anything, yes,” she pants. “Just please stop teasin’ me. I haven’t had an orgasm in longer than I can remember and it’s been longer since it was by someone else’s hand.”
    “That’s a shame,” I whisper against her chest. “A body like this should be touched every day.”
    I tease her for another for seconds before finally caving. I need to touch her just as much as she needs it. Gripping her ass in one hand again, I run the fingers of my other hand lightly across her pussy lips, tickling her gently. She’s already wet so when I spread her open with my fingers, I have no issue driving two deep inside of her.
    Emerson digs her fingernails into my shoulder as her body bows. Her hips rock against my hand but I don’t give her a chance to get used to what I’m doing before I pull my fingers out and slide them along her ass. I roll them across her asshole and wait for her tell me no.
    “More,” she begs, shocking me. “Please.”
    I put pressure on her ass with my fingers and she cries out in pleasure when one slips into her. Grabbing the back of her head, I pull her down against my lips and thrust my tongue onto her mouth.
    “I