Page 9 of Run Little Killer
Nix has always had a quick temper and an unfiltered mouth. Honestly, it's part of the reason I took him under my wing when he became a prospect for the club. If that shithead was going to be patched in, then he had to learn to control himself a little better. After a year of dealing with his ass and reining him in, I found that despite his caustic demeanor, he's as loyal as they come. He's had my back more than anyone has in this life. As much as I'd gut anyone who came for him, I know he'd do the same for me.
He's met his match with Lennon, though. She's a wild little thing with an attitude twice her size. She doesn't seem the least bit ready to cower away from either of us, and it piques my interest just as much as it makes my dick hard.
My phone vibrates against my thigh as I'm crossing the motel parking lot, the screen lighting up with a text as I pull it from my jeans.
Mav
Call me when you can.
I heave a sigh and slip it back into my pocket. I need to call and check in, but that can wait. President of the club or not, I need another drink first.
Pushing the key into the lock, I give it a turn and twist the handle to push open the door. This place isn't anything fancy, but as long as there’s a clean bed and a hot shower, I won’t bitch. The low hum of the AC unit greets me as I flip on the light. Stepping further inside, I see the two beds with faded floral comforters, a couple of chairs by a small table, and an old dresser with a decent sized TV sitting on top of it. I’ve definitely stayed in worse.
"There's only two beds," Lennon states the obvious as she leans a shoulder against the door frame.
"Nothin' gets past you, does it darlin'?” I smirk, tossing my duffle bag on the foot of the bed closest to the door before turning around to face her.
With a roll of her eyes, she pushes off the doorframe, dumping the plastic bag from the truckstop on the table and striding towards the empty bed. Plopping down on the edge, she bounces a few times, and I can't help but notice the way her perky little tits jiggle with that motion.
To say I’m a little disappointed when she stops is an understatement.
As she stills, she idly traces the stitching on the old quilt, fingertips still tinged red. The dried blood on her hands and stains on her shirt haven’t escaped my notice, nor the fact that it definitely wasn't her truck we found her in. Something doesn't quite add up with this girl, but then again, who the fuck am I to judge?
I knew she was running from something– or someone– but shit, aren’t we all? Nix and I aren’t angels by any measure, though I like to think I’m capable of being a gentleman when it counts. We might not have the best intentions either, but better the devil you know than the one you don't.
If we hadn’t picked her up, she coulda been found by some demented fuck who'd done god knows what with her. Or some drunk asshole could’ve swerved onto the shoulder and hit her before smashing their Beemer in the trees.
If someone had stopped to help my Tess, maybe she'd have walked away, too.
"I knew you were desperate to sleep with me," Nix goads, his voice snapping me from my thoughts as he steps into the room.
Lennon's head whips to the side, and I don't have to see her face to know that it's twisting into a scowl as she glares back at him.
"Desperate is the last thing I am when it comes to you and your micro dick," she retorts, leaning back on her elbows.
Nix's brown eyes narrow as he stalks closer, palms splaying on the top of the bed as he brackets her body with his arms and leans down.
Christ, here we go again.
"Unless you want me to split you in half with thismicrodick, you better get outta my bed, little killer," he snarls.
“Back the fuck up,” she deadpans, cocking her head to the side. “Or I’ll split you in half with my knee.”
"Do it," he murmurs, lowering himself to rest his groin on her thighs.
Lennon visibly tenses at his touch, her mouth parting in the slightest, and a faint blush starts to creep across her creamy skin. Nix's actions are clearly having an effect onher, and I can't tell if she's flustered or turned on by their exchange. But before I can give it a second thought, she jolts forward, shoving her hands into his chest.
“You’d get off on the slightest contact,” she sneers as he stumbles backwards, knocking into the dresser.
He laughs, swiping a hand across his chin as he eyes her. “I’m already hard, baby.”
“You just proved my point, dumbass,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes and grumbling, "I don't see why you two can't just share a bed.”
"Whoa now," I chuckle, throwing up my hands. "The only way I'm sleeping with him is if you're between us, darlin'."
Her steely grey eyes lock with mine, a contemplative look flitting across her features before her expression morphs to one of indifference. My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I shoot her a wink. That pretty blush stains her cheeks again as she averts her gaze and shifts around atop the mattress, kicking one leg over the other and flipping me off. “Fuck you.”
Well shit, if she isn't turned on, I sure am.
