Page 57 of Run Little Killer
"What'd ya say?" she asks. "Use your big boy voice."
That brat mouth of hers sends blood rushing straight to my cock. Her defiance is my favorite form of foreplay– the more she fights, the harder I get.
"I said," I start, boots thudding as I stalk forward and wrap a tattooed hand around her delicate throat. "With my eyes, yeah, but in general– no."
Her pulse races beneath my fingers as I flex my grip and back her towards the bike, her lips parting with a gasp when her ass hits the seat. I lean down, dragging my tongue up her jaw and across her scar, teeth sinking into the tender flesh beneath her ear. She lets out a yelp as I tighten my grip, hovering my face a whisper above hers. Our breaths mingle as I say, "I willneverbe done fucking you."
Releasing her throat, I pivot around, hitching my jeans up and swinging a leg up over the seat. I crank the key, engine roaring to life as I wrench the handle bars. "Get on the bike, Lennon."
She slaps her palm down on my shoulder, hard and deliberate as she swings herself up to straddle my back. Her hands settle on the crest of my thighs and I nod to Rhett, the soles of his boots scraping the dirt before he takes off like a shot.
I twist the throttle wide open, Lennon tucking in tighter against my back as gravel kicks out behind us.Any excuse to have her pressed up against me.
Staggering behind Rhett on the highway, I set the cruise and sit upright. It's gonna be a long ride– more than 600miles to Englewood. My left hand comes to rest on top of Lennon’s and I feel her head turn, fingers intertwining with mine as this foreign sense of stillness descends on me. With her, I don't feel the need to recoil from her touch outside of sex.
That was the shit that really fucked with my head when I lived at Cindy's. I could dissociate when she forced herself down on me, find some place for my mind to wander to– not thinking or feeling, just letting her coerce my body's natural reaction. But after, when she made me stay to shower or sleep with her, my mind wouldn't shut off. Self-loathing prickled beneath my skin, the overbearing weight of shame settling in my chest until I felt nothing but disgust for myself for staying. But I couldn’t leave. There were two other boys just a little younger than me in her care, and every time I felt the urge to run, the thought that they’d be subjected to her abuse if I did kept me locked in place.
I’m starting to think that maybe the cracks weren't from the damage, but just space waiting for Lennon to fill. And the more miles we cover, the more I realize it might just destroy me to let her go.
The last bitof sunlight clings to the sky as we pull into a truckstop on the edge of some bumfuck town in Ohio. The word MOTEL flickers in large red letters on a sign across the access road. There's no name on the front of the building, just peeling paint and a 'vacancy' sign glowing in the front window.
I saddle up to the gas pump beside Rhett, removing the cap to my tank and setting in the nozzle. Lennon stretchesbehind me as she asks, "We staying at that murder motel tonight?"
"Only the best for you darlin'," Rhett teases with a wink.
"How chivalrous," she scoffs. "Better be careful you don't ruin my low expectations with the way you spoil me."
"Don't worry, your expectations aren't what I wanna ruin," I say as the pump clicks off.
Replacing the nozzle and the gas cap, I dismount my bike, tugging down my bandana. "Wanna go get us a room while we grab some shit?" I ask Rhett.
"Works for me," he replies, cracking his neck before restarting his bike. "I'll be waiting out front."
"Sounds good," I say, turning back towards Lennon and lifting my chin. "C'mon, little killer. Not only do you get a room with a spectacular view of highway 35, but you get to indulge in a meal from Kum N' Pump."
She rolls her eyes, sliding down from my bike and heading for the doors. "How will I adjust to this life of luxury?"
A little bell chimes as we walk inside, the smell of motor oil mixing with day-old rotisserie hot dogs. I don't care how hungry I am, I ain't eating that shit. They look like a geriatric dick that spent the day in the Florida sun.
I grab a few pre-packaged things from the deli cooler, a liter of coke, and a fresh bottle of Jack. Lennon's standing near the front, brow raised as she looks down at a display of ceramic wolves and angels, unimpressed.
"Ready?" I ask sliding up beside her.
"Yup," she says popping the P and holding up a Red Bull.
I shake my head. "Goddamn girl, you trying to be up all night?"
"Caffeine doesn't give me energy, just makes me normal," she says, shrugging a shoulder. "Plus, I like the taste."
"Oh," I hiss through my teeth. "Hate to break it to you, but there isn't enough caffeine on the planet to make you normal."
The back of her hand smacks against my chest as we step forward in line. I unload my arms, the cashier scanning the items as I pull out my wallet and glance towards Lennon.
Her knuckles are white as she tightly clutches the Red Bull can, eyes whipping in my direction before I even say her name.
I know that look.
"She's stealing!" The cashier shouts as Lennon bolts for the door.
