Page 61 of Run Little Killer
There goes that theory. But even if Rhett and Nix can't erase the damage, they’ve definitely helped me forget. I'm going to miss this. Missthem.
I tip my head back against the wall, eyes trained on the inappropriately shaped stain on the ceiling as muddled thoughts filter through my brain. Tomorrow– er,today–we'll be back in Englewood, and I'm finally going to get the pound of flesh I'm owed. This was always the plan– to go our separate ways– so why does that suddenly seem so bittersweet?
Heaving a sigh, I kick back the sheets and swing my feet over the edge of the mattress. I pad across the room, tug Nix's black hoodie on over my shirt, and swipe the room key from the dresser, quietly slipping out of the room.
The air is brisk, goosebumps pebbling across my bare legs as I wander out beneath a sky littered with sparkling stars. Spotting a picnic table near the edge of the lot, I head towards it, skirting around a rusted-out barbeque grill and trash can to take a seat. The wood is weathered and cold, but the fresh air and picturesque sky make it bearable.
Folding my arms on the table, I rest my chin against them, gazing up at the nighttime landscape stretched above me. I love being outside, especially at night. It's eerily calm, the silence almost haunting. The darkness should be a deterrent with the way danger lurks in the shadows, but the stars still find a way to burn brightly in the void. A sense of peace settles deep into my marrow as I stare at the sky, shoulders slouching on a steady exhale.
I remember thinking how pretty the sky was while Shawn moved inside me. Something broke in me that night, shattering into a million pieces, and I knew right then that things would never be the same– that my entire life’s trajectory was being altered in some huge, fundamental way.
But I had no idea just how far off the rails it'd end up. That I’d be labeled as crazy, shipped off to an asylum, and stab an orderly to escape. That I’d wind up bleeding on the side of the road and accept a ride from a pair of rugged bikers. That I’d wind up fucking not one, butbothof them, and get a little too attached.
I’ve wondered so many times who I’d be today if I left the bar after my shift that night rather than staying for a drink, but now, I’m confronted with the realization that if Ihadleft, I wouldn’t be here with Rhett and Nix. We never would’ve crossed paths in my old life– without damnation, I never would’ve found salvation in the form of two six-foot-something bikers.
Too bad nothing good ever lasts in my life.
"Doin' okay, darlin'?" Rhett drawls, the deep timbre of his voice startling me out of my thoughts.
I snap my head in his direction, thighs clenching at the sight of him shirtless and bathed in shadows. I swear I start to drool as my eyes map the intricate tattoos covering historso, drinking in every inch of hard-earned muscle. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his grey sweats, pulling the fabric tight across his groin, teasing me with the outline of his cock.
God, he's so fucking sexy.
"Yeah, just couldn't sleep," I reply with a shrug.
"Nightmare?" he asks, lowering to the bench beside me.
"Something like that," I mumble, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth.
He nods slowly, propping his elbows on the tabletop and leaning back. "Wanna talk about it?"
Do I?
The thought of telling my story is terrifying. No one ever sees my side; no one believes me when I say I was the victim.
There was no proof of the assault, only that I had "penetrative intercourse" in the prior twelve hours. I endured three straight hours of trying not to crawl out of my skin as strangers touched my body inside and out, taking samples of fluids, blood, and hair. Hell they even took pictures that could rival OnlyFans, but the rape kit was compromised at some point and rendered all the DNA evidence inconclusive. All of that poking and prodding, the assaultafterthe assault, was for fuckingnothing.
I can’t tell Rhett my story. Not tonight. Even if he believed me, I don't want to spend what could be the last of our time together in that corner of my hellscape.
"I'll have you drop me at my friend Holly's," I say, swiftly changing the subject. "I don't know her address, but I can give you directions."
Rhett’s lips curve with a faint smile. "Whatever you want darlin'."
"Is that so?" I tease, pushing to stand and swinging myleg over his lap, deciding I'll spend the last of our time together chasing one last release. If this is all there is, then I don't just want to come, I want to unravel in ecstasy.
"Mhmm," he hums lowly, his hands coming to rest on my hips as I straddle his waist.
Sinking down in his lap, I nestle my core over the hard ridge of his cock. Even through the fabric of his sweats, I can feel his piercings, my pussy aching to have them buried deep inside me.
I roll my hips, teasing my clit over every inch of his massive length. Rhett and Nix are bothhuge, and after seeing them together, I now know the differences. Rhett’s longer, Nix is thicker. And both of them are able to make me crash out in sheer ecstasy.
Rhett rucks up the hem of my sweatshirt, calloused fingers flexing against my skin as he forces me down, moving my hips roughly over his hard length and coaxing a mewl from my lips. My hands slap against his chest, his heartbeat thundering beneath my palms as the barbell piercing delivers the perfect friction to my sensitive clit.
"God, I'm gonna miss this," he groans, tipping his head back and bucking his hips.
"Then you better fuck me so hard that I never forget you," I breathe, eyes locking with his baby blues.
"Anything for you, darlin'," he drawls with a smirk.
