Page 16 of Run Little Killer
"I'm not keeping you from a night of fun, am I?" Shawn asks, cocking his head playfully as he slides my gin and tonic across the counter with a grin.
Shit.
"Sorry," I hiss, quickly clicking off my screen and setting my phone on the bar, face down. I really hope he didn’t just see that picture…
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I reach for the drink and take a greedy gulp to avoid looking at him or talking about it, grimacing as I swallow it down. Gin and tonics are usually my go-to, but this drink is strong as fuck. I pluck the lime off the rim of the glass, giving it a squeeze and dropping it in before taking another big sip.
"Don't be sorry," Shawn laughs, leaning in over the bar top with a wink. "Just relax and enjoy your drink."
7
RHETT
Years spent in shoddy motels right off the interstate with paper thin walls have turned me into a heavy sleeper. Between the long days on the road and the ache in my muscles from the hours spent on my bike– something that hasn’t gotten any easier with age– I’m usually exhausted by the time I fall onto the lumpy mattress in one of these places, passing out within minutes of my head hitting the pillow. Not tonight, though– and it has nothing to do with the highway noise or the faint chirp of a smoke alarm that keeps going off in a neighboring room. It has everything to do withher.
The sexy little brunette in my MC shirt at my side.
It doesn't help that her bare thigh is slung across my lower abs, the heat of her pussy searing into my hip, teasing me with its proximity. Her skin is soft and supple, body warm and pliant. For as prickly as Lennon acts, she sure is a cuddler, and I have no complaints about sharing a bed with her.
Other than the blue balls.
"No," Lennon whimpers, her body tensing beneath the covers beside me.
It’s been about an hour since she started tossing and turning in her sleep, moving closer until she was on more than just my mind. I thought the guilt would start to creep in, but it never came.
Tess is the last girl I've shared a bed with. After she was killed, fucking lost its appeal. I saw her face in every girl that crawled into my lap. Nothing could distract me from the pain and guilt, and I still haven’t fully forgiven myself for not being there that night. For not saving her.
Lennon gasps, her brows furrowing together as her lips part, voice breaking through her fitful sleep again. "Stop."
I guess whatever demons she was running from still managed to find her.
Pale moonlight cuts in from the sheer curtains, illuminating a thin sheen of sweat across her forehead. "Hey," I whisper, brushing a damp strand of hair off her face.
Her eyes fly open, steely gray irises laced with fear as she slaps at my hand.
“Easy there,” I say, holding my hands up in surrender.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks, jolting upright.
“Think you were having a bad dream.”
Blinking chaotically, her gaze darts around the room, almost as if she’s forgotten where she is. A deep snore reverberates from Nix’s open mouth and her shoulders relax. She huffs out a breath, a pink blush rising to her cheeks like she’s embarrassed. “Sorry. I… get those sometimes.”
There’s something raw and vulnerable etched in her features, so unlike the spitfire that’s been givenus hell all night.
“Don’t we all?” I ask, trying to put her at ease.
She swallows thickly, nodding and laying back down. Not on the other side of the bed, but right where she was before, draped halfway over my body.
“You’re warm,” she breathes, her voice soft and a little rough from sleep. With a hum of contentment, she shifts around, getting comfortable. Each movement has the unfortunate side effect of making my dick even harder.
“I’ve got a lot of self control, darlin’,” I murmur, “but if you keep squirming like that, I can’t promise I’ll behave.”
She jerks her chin up, glaring at me through the darkness like she’s offended. Then her expression shifts to something more mischievous and she snuggles in even closer, like she’s teasing me on purpose.
Maybe she is. Hell, aside from going for a ride, blowing my load always helps me clear my head when there’s too much on my mind. Maybe she’s employing the same tactic. When I walked in earlier, it seemed like Nix was the only one who got off. If I was a good man, I’d ignore the way her thigh is brushing across my erection or how her finger is tracing lightly over my nipple– but I’m not, and she's been warned…
I slide my hand up the back of her leg, rucking up the hem of her shirt and following the curve of her ass until my hand comes to rest on her hip. Leaning into the contact, she gives me all the signals to keep going and for the first time in a long time, I’ve got the urge to bury myself to the hilt in her wet heat. I trail my fingers across her taut stomach, down the fabric of her panties, and when I reach the apex of her thighs, she parts them to grant me better access. Her breath hitches as I cup her pussy.
