Page 18 of Run Little Killer
Nothing motivates me more to get my ass out of bed than the sweet promise of caffeine.
I swipe the plastic bag from the truck stop off the dresser, dumping out the contents onto the crumpled pile of blankets. Popping the tags off the leggings, I step into them and slide the fabric up my hips. I go to do the same with the sweatshirt, pausing when I don't see my bra.Where did I put the damn thing?Turning around, I kick through my discarded clothes from Briarwood, but it's not there.Maybe I left it in the bathroom after my shower?
Moving to the doorway, I flip on the lights and swing my gaze around the room until I spot it. Bending at the waist, I pluck it up off the floor and start to straighten, freezing when my thumb brushes across somethingcrusty.
Dry, white splotches cover the black material.
What the fuck?
Could one of the guys have gotten toothpaste on it this morning? No, Rhett just got out of bed right before me. I don't know how long Nix has been up, but he did take a shower in the middle of the night...
He wouldn't…
No, he totally would.
My feet slap against the floor as I stomp across the room, hinges squeaking as I fling open the door. Rhett's still on the phone over by his bike, but Nix lazily swivels his head in my direction.
"You'redisgusting," I spit, narrowing my eyes on him.
His lips curve into a smirk as he flicks the last of his cigarette into the parking lot and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh yeah?" I bark a laugh, rolling my eyes so hard it actually hurts as I shove the hand holding my bra into the center of his chest. "Then what's this,toothpaste?"
His fingers curl around my wrist, pulling me against him. His dark hair is disheveled, peeking out from beneath the hood of his black sweatshirt, and his heady smell mixed with cigarette smoke invades my nostrils as he inspects the stains on the fabric.
"Doesn't look like it," he deadpans.
My brows slam down, lips pursing as I stare up at hisstupidly handsome face. This man is infuriating, pressing my buttons every chance he gets, but it doesn't stop the coil in my belly from tightening at his touch–his jealousy.
Nix was watching last night as I rode Rhett through his sweats, coming apart on his fingers.
I tilt my head to the side. "I think someone was mad they had to get themselves offagain."
"Nah," he starts, expression unchanging as he leans forward and lowers his voice. "I like watching just as much."
Dirty images of Rhett railing me while Nix stands beside us, working his hard length until he's coming across my face flit through my mind. Heat pools between my legs at the thought, and judging by the rather large bulge pressing against my stomach, I'm not the only one imagining it.
"Isn't it a little early for you two to be at each other’s throats?” Rhett questions, pocketing his phone as he strides towards us.
Nix releases my wrist and I pivot around, hooking a thumb over my shoulder as I huff, "this sicko jizzed on my bra."
"Nark," Nix mutters behind me.
Stroking the stubble on his chin, Rhett stifles a laugh. "Can't ya rinse it off in the sink while you finish getting ready?"
"No," I scoff, "I don't even have a damn toothbrush, so Iamready."
With a shake of his head, he closes the distance between us, grabbing the bra from my hand and throwing it at Nix. "Wash this out while I take her to get a toothbrush."
Nix scowls back at him.
"C'mon darlin'," Rhett drawls, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
"Why do I have to do it?" Nix grumbles.
"It's called being a gentleman, Hawthorne," Rhett admonishes as he nudges me forward, gently leading me away. "Unless you're willing to clean it, you shouldn't come on it."
Nix mutters a string of curses as we walk away, towards the lobby. Bells jingle as Rhett pulls back the door, holding it open, revealing the same dingy tan carpet as our room.
