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

lips curl into a smile.
    “I don’t have to fuck you to make you mine, Emerson.”
    Without waiting for me to say anything else, Gentry spins around and walks out of the house. He leaves me wondering what the fuck just happened. I need to figure it out because I can’t keep feeling like I don’t know who I am when I’m around him. It won’t work for me.

GENTRY
    “Fuckin’ hell,” I growl, twisting the shower on as fast as I can. Climbing in, I let the water rush over me while I press my forehead against the cool tile.
    I don’t know what the hell just happened back there so I don’t know how to handle it. What I do know is my balls have been sitting on the edge of exploding since last night. I also know that I’m going to be late for my shift if I don’t get a move on. I should have left Emerson’s long before I did but I couldn’t drag myself away from her for the life of me.
    It was hard to picture her as weak when she was talking to me about how she got shot while I cleaned and patched her back up, but the second Knox lit into her, I saw it. She thinks she’s weak, but she isn’t. The shift in her was because of the way he treated her. He makes her feel weak because he needs her to be, not for any other reason, and I plan to let him know that when I see him later. I barely fucking know her and I want to protect her, but not the way that Knox does it.
    Pushing Knox from my mind, I focus on Emerson and wrap my hand around my cock. I know if I don’t get off before I go to the station I’ll be a crazy fucking asshole all day. Well, more than usual anyway.
    I slide my hand along the length of my dick while imagining it’s Emerson’s hand stroking me. I remember the way her mouth tastes and I can see her clear as day behind my eyelids. Every part of her is perfect, even the marred of parts of her tan skin. I imagine her letting me undress her for reasons other than to change a bandages, but those fucking blue shorts she had on are still in the picture. I want to fill my hands with her lace-covered ass. I want to run my tongue along her pussy while they’re still on. I’d drive her insane before shifting them to the side and finally tasting what I really want. 
    Reaching down, I grab my balls with my other hand and knead them until they pull tight against my body and I come with Emerson’s name on my lips. My body shudders as I finish and the water washes the evidence down the drain. It would have been so much better if I had the real thing sitting on her knees helping me, her black hair soaked like it was from the rain and her brown eyes sparkling up at me, but this will have to do for now.
    Rushing through the rest of my shower, I pull my uniform on and jump back into the truck. The traffic doesn’t even faze me today and I know it’s because I’m busy thinking about other things. Before I know it, I’m pulling up to the security station and being waved through.
    Knox’s truck is parked in its usual spot. I’m still pissed at him for treating Emerson the way he did. I know I should be more upset about the way he treated me, but I’m not. They were words, that’s all. I can let that shit roll off my back no problem. Plus, it’s not like they aren’t true. I usually am like that, but I don’t even want to think like that with her. I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s different.
    I barely even get my door closed before Knox is storming across the parking lot. This is not what I wanted but it seems like he isn’t going to think about anything at all today.
    “If you fucked her while she was as drunk as she was last night I’ll kill you,” he growls, crowding me against the side of the truck.
    I take a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “Necrophilia is a line I refuse to cross, Knox, and that’s pretty much what it would have been last night when I got her home.”
    “I told you not to fuck around with her,” he growls, obviously ignoring everything I just said.
    “I didn’t