Page 10 of Run Little Killer
"Well, darlin'," I drawl, carding a hand through my hair and taking a step closer. "If that's an invitation..."
"I'm going to shower," she snaps, cutting me off and quickly pushing to her feet.
Stifling a laugh, I nod as she hurries past me like the bathroom is going to disappear if she doesn't get there fast enough. The door slams shut behind her and I hear the shower turn on as I head towards the table.
"She's somethin' else," I muse, pulling the bottle of whiskey from the sack and cracking the seal.
"Yeah," Nix snorts, unwrapping the plastic cups from the dresser.
I pour a generous amount of the amber liquid into each cup and Nix adds a little of the Coke before we lower ourselves into the chairs. The whiskey blazes a path down my throat as we sit in a comfortable silence, scrolling on our phones and nursing our drinks.
"You know that wasn't her truck," Nix grumbles, eyeing me as he sets his cup down.
“Yeah,” I breathe, reaching for the bottle of whiskey. "I know."
"What are we gonna do with her?" he asks, draining the last of his drink and pushing his cup in my direction.
"Not sure," I answer honestly.
His head bobs up and down absentmindedly as a grin starts to spread across his face. "I can think of a few things I'd like to do with her."
"Dirty bastard," I chuckle, refilling our cups and skipping the mixer.
"Don't act like the thought hasn’t crossed your mind, old man. I saw how comfortable you looked with how tightly she was clinging to you on the back of your bike."
A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I take a sip of my fresh drink.He's not wrong.
Lennon's got a tight little body with curves in all the right places. An ass that I'd like to sink my teeth into, tits that would fit perfectly in the palms of my hands, and pouty little lips that would look so damn good wrapped around my cock. But shit, I’ve easily got fifteen years on her, what are the chances she’d even be interested?
The bathroom door snicks open, a cloud of steam rolling out. As if summoned from my dirty thoughts, Lennon steps into the room wearing nothing more than a threadbare towel.
Fuck me.
"Christ, little killer, did you leave any hot water for us?" Nix teases.
She scrunches her nose up and mocks him in a mumbled tone, tossing her bloodstained clothes on the floor near the dresser. The faint scent of the motel's citrus soap floods my nostrils as she edges closer, flickering her gaze between the two of us. "Can I borrow a t-shirt to sleep in?"
"Didn't you get clothes at the truck stop?" I ask, swallowing another mouthful of whiskey.
"Yeah, but it's a sweatshirt, I want something lighter to sleep in," she replies, finger-combing her damp tresses.
"You could just sleep naked like I do," Nix offers with a shrug.
Brows furrowing, she shifts her steely gaze to me, head tipping to the side as she asks, "Do you sleep naked?"
Her eyes are so damn intense, the weight of her stare bearing down on me as I contemplate what the best answer might be.
"Nope." I clear my throat. "Just in sweats, darlin'."
"Guess I'm sleeping with you then," she replies, a mischievous grin splitting her face.
Damn. I wonder how hard it'll be to keep my hands off her soft little body.
Downing the rest of my whiskey and pushing up to my feet, I cross the room and grab her a shirt from my duffle.
"Here," I say, tossing her a black t-shirt with the fading white Deviant Devils MC logo on the back.
"Thank you!" she sing-songs.
