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

even when no one was there. If she wasn’t at the range, she was at the gym pushing herself to get back to where she needs to be. Training has wreaked havoc on her body, and leaves my cock throbbing every time. Neither one of us will complain though, because neither one of us wants to be the first to break. However, the more I get to know her, the more I figure I will be the first one to give in to what I need. Even though I don’t want that to happen, I can’t fucking wait to finally sink into her perfect body and make it mine.

EMERSON
    I curl into the back of the couch and wait, covering my bare legs with the blanket from behind me. Every night, whether I know he’s coming or not, Gentry shows up. It always comes with an excuse too. Usually it has something to do with checking on my leg and shoulder which gets me out of my clothes and usually results in him getting me off so I don’t complain. 
    I hate to say it but he’s wearing me down. He said that he wouldn’t have to fuck me to make me his, and I’m starting to think he was right. I’ve never begged anyone to fuck me but I’m getting close to it. I’ve offered every time he’s touched me, I’ve attempted to push him myself, but nothing is working. I’ve never been turned away like this before and if I didn’t know he was trying to prove a point it would probably upset me. Well, watching him leave with a hard on helps my ego too.
    I’m almost asleep when I finally hear his truck pull up outside. The fact that I know he’s going to walk through the door any second make my stomach flutter. It’s new, exciting, and I’m not all at prepared to feel like I do.
    The front door opens and when it closes behind him, I hear the lock engage. That’s new. He’s never locked the door before. His feet shuffle across the floor then suddenly stop.
    “Unless you plan on fuckin’ me tonight, I don’t see the point of lockin’ the door!” I laugh, but when I realize he hasn’t laughed or responded, I get nervous. He’s usually the first one to say something. Inching off the couch, I tiptoe toward the entryway and peer around the corner. “Gentry, are you OK?” I ask when I see him.
    Standing in the middle of the floor, he’s completely still. His eyes are closed, shoulders slumped, and he looks like he’s frozen in the middle of toeing off his boots. When he hears my voice his chest swells with a deep breath and he grunts.
    I step up to him, tipping his chin up so I can see his eyes. They crack open and the corner of his mouth curls up at me. “Why are you at my house? And why are you almost naked? Not that I’m complainin’.”
    “You might wanna take another look around, mister.” Gentry lifts his head and scans the house through tired eyes. He mumbles under a few choice cuss words under his breath before resting his chin on top of my head. “Did you drive yourself here like this?”
    “I don’t remember drivin’,” he mumbles.
    I sniff the air, wondering if maybe he stopped by the bar before coming here, but I don’t smell alcohol on his breath. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I shuffle him toward the couch before he falls asleep. I know Knox told me they were out looking for a missing boat and that Gentry had been out longer than him, but I’ve never seen him this exhausted before.
    “No,” he protests. “If I sit down I’ll fall asleep and won’t be able to do shit tonight. I love watchin’ you fall apart with my tongue buried inside of you. I wanna do that.”
    Every muscle in my body clenches at the thought of him burying his face between my thighs like he does every other night. I feel like he’s put me on a damn pedestal and I don’t like it. My body, on the other hand, loves it. It’s a constant war inside of me but he usually works me into such a frenzy that my mind shuts up completely. 
    Shaking off his words, I press my lips against the base of his throat before standing up straight and pushing him onto the couch.