Page 14 of Run Little Killer
She bites back a smile as she watches him stride to the dresser. A pang of jealousy hits me, but I quickly push it away. I don’t need her to look at me all soft and adoring like that. I much prefer the feral way her face lights up as she fights me.
Once he disappears into the bathroom, she eases off thebed, closing the distance between us. Tilting her head back, her brows furrow as she stabs a finger into my chest. "Better sleep with one eye open tonight."
The corner of my mouth tips up in the slightest at her threat. She holds her glare, hand moving to rest on her hip as I peer down at the unhinged little she-devil. Her head may only come up to my chest, but her attitude is full fucking grown. The size of the balls on this girl has blood racing back to my cock.
"Oh, I will," I laugh, hand reaching down to crudely grab my junk. "And one hand on my dick, all night long."
"For fucks sake," she groans, hands slapping against her bare thighs as her arms drop dramatically to her sides. She turns away, limping in the slightest as she approaches the table and unwraps another plastic cup.
Shit, I forgot about her feet.
"Sit," I direct, following behind her.
"Why?" she drawls, reaching for the Coke.
"Ass in the chair, Lennon," I growl, fingers curling around the back of the seat as I pull it out.
Slowly, she sinks down, gaze trained on me as I sit down across from her. Opening the first aid kit, I pull out some supplies. She eyes me precariously as I outstretch my arm and wiggle my fingers in a 'gimme' motion.
“Good girl,” I murmur as she hesitantly places her heel in my waiting palm. “Guess you can teach stray bitches new tricks after all.”
"Go to hell," she spits, trying to yank her foot back.
"Easy little killer," I chuckle, tightening my grip on her ankle. "I'll play nice if you promise not to kick me in the face or the balls."
"Fine," she concedes, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back. Rhett's shirt rides up just enough to teaseme with the sight of her panty clad pussy, the thin material leaving nothing to the imagination.
Ripping open an antiseptic wipe with my teeth, I spit the wrapper onto the table and gently start to clean the cuts. None of them look like they'll need stitches, and she only flinches when I wipe over a wider gash on her arch. I spread some antibiotic cream across it and wrap it with a piece of cotton bandage before repeatingthe process on her other foot.
"Thanks," she mumbles, easing up to stand.
The curve of her ass cheeks peek out from beneath the hem of her panties as she crosses the room, and I can't help but think about how fucking good it would feel to claim her tight little ass.
Bet she'd be less mouthy if she was moaning my name.
6
LENNON
How exactly does a part-time barista and a freelance artist have a house buying budget of 1.5 million for their first home? In Englewood, I was bartending six nights a week and still struggled some months to make rent for my basic ass one bedroom apartment. I will never understand how some of the couples on these house hunting shows can afford the places they do.
The TV options were severely limited at Briarwood, and of all the mundane choices, this one quickly became my favorite. By the way I can’t stop watching, it's safe to say it'll probably remain one of my guilty pleasures when I get home. That is, if I even make it home. I haven't given a single thought to what happens after I get my pound of flesh, I just know I can't get caught before I have a chance to get what I'm fucking owed.
"Shoulda bought the one overlooking the lake," Nix murmurs, and I swivel my head in his direction.
He twists the neck of the whiskey bottle between his fingers, my eyes following the intricate patterns of ink from his fingers, up his corded forearms as it morphs andspreads across his hard body on full display. I thought he was hot with his clotheson, but damn seeing him stripped down to his boxer briefs has me wanting to take a ride.
And not on his bike.
"Surprised you didn't like the one with the massive garage," I mumble, taking a sip of my coke.
The whiskey bottle comes to a rest on the table beside him as he cocks a dark brow at me. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Ya know," I say, motioning towards the door. "Motorcycles and all."
His sculpted abs dip as he scoffs. "If I cared about a garage that much and had the kind of money they do, I'd just build one. But that view looking out over the lake and mountains?" He pauses, clicking his tongue. "Money can't build that."
Well shit, I didn't see that coming. Part of me hates that I find that endearing. That it somehow makes him more appealing. I really shouldn't even be attracted to him past the surface level considering the fact he's a total asshole. An asshole that, not twenty minutes ago, was coming all over my chest after he'd tied me to the bed. That alone should make me loathe his existence, but instead it leaves me curious. And wet.
