Page 105 of The Auction
It wasn’t like I was looking for love. My momma didn’t love me. I knew that because she didn’t take me with her. My daddy didn’t love me because he sold me off at a horse auction.
Asking someone like Creed to love me…well, might as well ask the rain not to fall.
So I didn’t climb in his lap like I wanted to. I didn’t give him a hug and tell him everything was going to be all right. I didn’t say what I wanted and he didn’t say any of those things I’d hoped he would say.
Instead he said, “That’s a lot to think about. I think I’ll go see about cleaning out those truck engines.”
I nodded. “I’ll start scrubbing the floors. Make sure the house doesn’t smell all moldy.”
I slid my chair back and took our soup bowls to the sink and turned on the water, just to give me something to do.
This was probably the part where I should say something.
Communicate.
That’s what the books said. That’s what the movies showed me.
Be vulnerable.
Put yourself out there.
I would fucking dare anyone who grew up like I had to open their mouth in this very moment and say the thing they wanted.
I would dare anyone to admit…they wanted.
It was stupid, but I was crying. Not sobbing or anything, but I could feel the tears dripping down my cheeks, falling onto my collar bone.
Creed came up behind me and I remembered the first time he’d done this. The way you could feel his heat, his presence, before you felt him.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pinning my arms against my sides, he pulled me back against his body. I dropped my head back against his chest and closed my eyes. Maybe he could see the tears leaking out. Maybe he didn’t care.
It could have just been exhaustion. We’d been up since around midnight last night and it was getting on to dusk now.
There was more work to be done, so we would do it.
But the truth was, I didn’t know how any of this was going to end.
“It’s too much,”I moaned.
I stuffed my fist into my mouth and bit down on my thumb. I had my legs over Creed’s shoulders, his mouth was buried between my legs. I’d already come once, but the man was on a mission tonight. He’d backed off to blow air on my clit, almost like he was trying to cool down a hot bite to eat. Then he licked it, like he couldn’t wait, and I moaned again.
He plunged his tongue inside me, and I grabbed a handful of his hair, as if that would stop him.
Given that I wasn’t pulling him away, there was probably no chance of that.
I banged my heels on his back, like I might a horse I was trying to giddy-up.
“Creed, fuck me,” I demanded.
I didn’t know how long this was going to last. This sex stuff. I tried to imagine doing this with Kevin and the image was so repulsive to me I almost shuddered. Creed would be mad, I thought, even if he left me, that I might end up with Pimplefuckingface.
“Love eating your fucking pussy, baby,” he said, sitting up onto his knees between my thighs. He was impossibly hard, his cock jutting out. Mean and red, like it was angry it had been denied for so long.
Only that hadn’t been my fault.
I spread my legs wider, but he shook me off. Instead, he wrapped one of his heavy hands around my thigh and used it to flip me over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up high and then slammed into me hard from behind.
I screamed and then immediately shoved my face into the pillow underneath me.
