Page 11 of Run Little Killer
I turn, scooping up my bag and putting it on the dresser when Nix's choked, "Oh shit!" has me spinning around.
Oh shit is right.
The towel pools around Lennon's feet as she standsthere in nothing more than her white panties, her pale pink nipples stiffening as the cool air of the room meets her flushed skin. My dick starts to thicken in my jeans as my eyes unwittingly rake over every inch of her exposed body.
She slips the shirt on, twisting around as she bends down to grab the towel off the floor. The curve of her ass cheeks peek out from beneath the hem of my shirt as she picks up the towel.
Fuck me.
Straightening, she strides across the room and throws the towel in the corner before plopping down on the bed I claimed. Then she leans back against the headboard, crossing one slender leg over the other as she grabs the TV remote from the nightstand. The low murmurs of the television fill the room as water beads off her damp hair, the fabric of my shirt plastering itself against her chest.
Not only is the outline of her perfect tits more visible, but so are her nipples. What I wouldn’t give to suck one of them into my mouth and have her arching her back in pleasure as…
Christ, I need some fucking air.
"I've gotta call Mav," I murmur, scrubbing a hand down my face as I head for the door.
Nix tips his head toward Lennon as he mixes himself another drink. "I'll keep an eye on her."
"Just don't kill each other," I call out over my shoulder as I pull open the door and step outside. The cool air rushes over me, as I adjust myself.
Fishing in my pockets for my pack of cigarettes, I make my way to the wooden picnic table at the edge of the lot and pull one out. I hit send on Mav's contact as I sink down on the bench.
With a swish of my wrist, the lid of the Zippo falls backand a flame climbs up to light the cigarette that's hanging from my lips.
It’s a nasty habit, and not one I do often but sometimes you just need a goddamn cigarette.
Mav answers on the second ring. "Took you long enough."
"Sorry Pres," I reply before taking a drag, the sweet burn of nicotine filling my lungs. "Lost track of time after the drop. Everything went off without a hitch, though."
He's silent as I take another drag of my cigarette, the cherry glowing brightly in the dark of night.
"Good," he finally says, and I blow out a breath. "How far did you make it?"
“Stopped off at a motel in Cedar Point, Pennsylvania," I say, unwedging the phone from between my shoulder and ear.
"Even better. I've got another run for you guys in that area. I know it's last minute, but the call came from a friend of a friend."
"What kind of a friend?" I ask suspiciously.
"The kind that having in our debt is a good move for the club and your wallet," he goes on to explain.
"Okay," I sigh, ash falling to the ground as I flick the cigarette. "Where at?"
"Hasson, West Virginia. You need to be there tomorrow and they'll give you the details for the exchange."
It isn't far out of our way, just a little further South. And even if it was, I know better than to say no to club business. The opportunity to keep Lennon around a little longer isn't exactly off-putting, either.
"We'll be there. Send me the location."
Without a goodbye, the line disconnects. I lean back against the picnic table, taking a few minutes to enjoy themellow sounds of a calm night. Swirls of smoke surround me as I finish off my cigarette, stabbing out the butt on the sole of my boot.
I crack my neck as I stand, preparing myself for whatever the hell Nix and Lennon might be at each other's throats about when I walk back in there. I swear to god thosetwo are like ticking time bombs just waiting to explode.
There's no screaming as I approach the door, so that's already a good sign. But then I twist the knob and step inside, and I can't believe what I'm fucking seeing.
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