Because she had been so disdainful of all the people in her life who had thought only of their own desires. Only of their own needs.
Well, now she wanted to be selfish, and he was giving her permission to do it. Because he had already stated that he didn’t want a relationship, that he didn’t want anything permanent, that he wouldn’t be giving her children.
He was a roll in the hay, maybe even literally, if it came down to it, and he was happy to be that.
So, she was going to take him at his word and let him roll her here, there, and everywhere.
“What do you think of that?” He whispered, this time against her ear.
“I think I want it.”
“What do you want?”
“You. I want you to have me, everywhere on this property,so that every time you’re anywhere, you think of me. You think of being inside me.”
His jaw went tense, and he growled low, pushing his second finger inside of her, she gasped and arched her hips up off the seat. “That’s a good girl,” he said.
He loved to praise her, and she loved to take that praise.
It was such a small, achingly sad thing, she thought, that him saying that made pleasure roll over her in waves, made her eyes feel a strange kind of tension, like she might start crying, weeping at any moment.
Because it had never mattered to anybody but her if she was good.
So, no one had ever told her that, no one had ever cared. Aiden had just taken it for granted and tried to take credit. Her dad had been a broken person. He hadn’t cared what she did, hadn’t cared if she did well in school, if she succeeded at anything. He probably wouldn’t have minded if she had stayed home in that single-wide trailer for the rest of her life, as long as he didn’t have to worry about what he ate for dinner.
He didn’t look at life as a game to win, just another day to endure.
She had been good, and no one had cared.
But Cody took that and twisted it all up, said that she was good for being dirty with him, for being reckless with him, and she could tell how much he liked it, because he was hard, desperate for her, and that made her want to give him the world.
Made her want to give him everything.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered again, two fingers very deep inside of her, and she shattered around him. Cried out his name.
Then, he began to strip his clothing off, while shedid the same.
It was cramped and crowded in the back of the truck, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Look out the back window,” he said.
She was confused, but she looked over her shoulder out the window anyway.
“Not like that,” he said.
“Put your knees on the seat, hold onto the back, and look out at that view.”
She trembled, shivered as she obeyed his command, as she held onto the back of the truck seat, and faced away from him.
He kissed her back, right between her shoulder blades, moved her hair to the side, then wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her just slightly, encouraging her to push her rear out just a little bit more.
She could hear him tear up a condom packet, as he pushed his fingers between her legs again, teased her wetness there. Tested how ready she was.
Ready was an understatement. She needed him like she needed to breathe.
“Oh,” she said, the sound turning into a moan as he gripped her hips and thrust into her from behind.
She moaned as every tantalizing inch of him entered her.
