Page 73 of Run Little Killer
Hell, I should know. I've spent the last eight years feeling nothing but guilt for what happened to Tess. Replaying every conversation that led up to her accident, driving myself insane as I tried to figure out how I could've prevented it. But the truth is, I couldn't.
It was an accident, a fucking awful one at that, but an accident nonetheless.
While Nix fucked through his feelings in the tub with Lennon, I sprawled out on the mattress wondering how I never knew he'd kept this place. Nix's mom has always been a touchy subject. What happened with her is what landed him in foster care, and he always glosses over that dark part of his story. Like with Lennon, I never pushed him, figuring that if he wanted to talk, he would. Processing trauma isn't a one-size-fits-all kinda thing. It's messy and raw and everyone has the right to deal with it however they need to.
Easier said than done.
Tess begged me to go to her sister’s with her that weekend. Meet the new baby, tell her parents we were finally engaged. Get to hear them criticize my lifestyle, question Tess as to whether she really wanted to throw her life away for some biker scum. But the club was hosting a run, collecting school supplies for the local district. Mav was already out of town on business, so there wasn't any way I could leave, too.
I wanted her to wait, move it to the next weekend, then I'd drive us up, even promised to try and be civil with her dad. But she was too excited and decided to go ahead and go at the last minute. Tess didn't tell me she'd left, just called me an hour later from the side of the road when she blew a tire. She put me on speaker as I coached her throughhow to change it. But before she was done, some drunk fuck was on his phone and didn't see her on the side of the road.
They said it was quick, that the impact likely killed her instantly. As if that somehow made it all better. I get it now, they were trying to ease the hurt, absolve the guilt that burned inside me and provide some sense of closure by saying she never felt the pain as she slipped away. But it didn't matter, she was gone.
It took time, busted knuckles, shattered glass, and brushes with death before I started to move forward. I accepted it was an accident and closed off that part of my heart, decidedly content to be a sexual deviant and throw myself into the club.
But that all changed the night we found Lennon.
As if on cue, Lennon lets out another soft sigh, pulling me back from my thoughts. Her ass brushes against my crotch as she repositions herself, the hem of my Deviant Devils shirt hitching up as her leg slides up the mattress, revealing her creamy thighs and a glimpse of her pretty little cunt.
My cock stirs to life, control fraying the longer I stare. My hand twitches, primal urges skittering beneath my skin as I reach out and touch her. I dip a finger between her folds, dragging it through her juices and resting at her entrance. Her breath hitches as I push inside, her walls pulsing on contact. Slowly, I pump my finger in and out of her, adding a second as she whines in pleasure while she sleeps. Her brows pinch together as I add a third, lashes fluttering against her cheek as her body adjusts.
Lennon crashed into me, opening old wounds and awakening something inside of me that I didn't even know existed. The chaos that swarms her, the sass in her tone, thefierceness that pours from her all bleeds together into this deep seated desire to claim her in any way I can.
I withdraw my hand, a sheen of sweat coating my forehead as I slip a hand into my sweats. My jaw flexes as I spit into my palm, spreading it over my cock as I line my pierced head up to her slick entrance. With a ruck of my hips, I thrust inside her glistening cunt. She yelps, eyes shooting open as she stretches around me and I bottom out with a moan.
"Mornin' darlin'," I coo, dick fully seated as I move a hand around to play with her clit.
"M-morning." She shudders a breath, eyes rolling back into her head as she squirms beneath me.
"How's my girl?" I ask, easing back my length.
Her jaw hinges open with a moan as I snap my hips and she murmurs, "So good."
I keep working her clit, pistoning inside of her, orgasm building with every stroke. The way she's laying makes her cunt even tighter, threatening to suffocate my dick. I pick up my pace, rolling over top of her, elbows digging caverns into the bed as I bracket her head and hammer her into the mattress.
Her fingers scrabble as she cries out, one hand fisting the bedding, the other smacking into Nix's face.
"What the– ohfuck," his voice rumbles. "Drill into that tight little cunt, old man," he says, pushing back the sheet to grip his own cock. He gives it a lazy stroke as he shifts upright and scooches back. He guides her hand to his hard length, her fingers wrapping as far as they can around it as he covers her fist with his palm.
She mumbles incoherently as he uses her hand, working his length while I chase the orgasm that’s coiling in my stomach.
"You're so fucking pretty when he fucks you, little killer," Nix murmurs.
Lennon's inner walls flutter at his words.
"You like that darlin'?" I ask.
Sweat-slicked hair clings to her skin as she pushes back and says, "more," voice breathy and demanding.
The whole damn sofa rattles as I keep going, coating my thumb in her juices as I trail my hand around to her ass. I press against the tight ring of muscle, sinking the tip past her resistance, and that sends her careening headfirst into pleasure.
The sweet sounds of her release reverberate through the small apartment and I follow her over the cliff, my orgasm rocketing through me as my balls empty deep between her trembling thighs.
Not wanting to crush her, I pull out and collapse beside her quaking form. Nix is still moving her hand over his thick cock as my cum starts to leak out of her swollen pussy. I swipe my fingers through it, moving to push it back inside her weeping slit, when Nix says to stop.
My hand freezes, Lennon and my combined release coating my fingertips as Nix shuffles around. Her greedy pussy eagerly swallows him as he blankets his body over hers, ass cheeks flexing as he fucks her boneless.
"Feel that little killer?" he growls, movements becoming jerky. "That's what it's like to be ours."
