Page 5 of Run Little Killer
Raising a brow, she folds her arms across her chest and huffs. “Nosy, much?”
Damn, this girl is all ass and attitude.
“Ah, c’mon darlin’,” Rhett’s face splits with a grin as he props an elbow on the truck bed. “Humor me.”
"Englewood, Indiana," she responds with a roll of her eyes.
"Shit, that's hours from here," I scoff, shoving my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie.
"Yeah,” Rhett drawls, carding his fingers through his blonde hair. “Let us give you a ride somewhere safe for the night."
"Nah, that’s okay." She pretends to yawn, sighing in exaggeration as she reaches her hands above her head in a stretch. "I'm going to rest a while longer. You guys go on without me."
Rhett pulls his phone from his pocket, the screen lighting up as he unlocks it. "If you won't let us help, I'll call someone that you will."
"NO!" Lennon screams, jerking forward and snatching the phone from his hand.
"What the fuck?" Rhett growls as he holds his upturned palm out to her. "Give me my phone."
She swallows thickly, her wide eyes starting to dim as they ping between us and she takes a shaky step back.
“Hand it over, darlin’,” Rhett’s voice softens as he flashes her a grin.
“No,” she bites out, shaking her head as she presses the phone tightly against her chest. “No one wants to help me.”
Wiggling his fingers in a 'gimme' motion, he advances towards her. Instead of just giving him back his damn phone, she responds by freaking the fuck out and taking off like a feral cat for trees.
Jesus fucking Christ, this bitch is crazy.
I look over at Rhett and he's got a dumbfounded expression on his face that I'm sure matches my own. "I'll get it," I grumble, heaving a sigh and turning to run after her.
Rhett's got a bad knee from a gnarly spill he took a few years back. Some stupid little shit didn't check their mirrors as they changed lanes, clipping his front tire and sending him sliding down the pavement at eighty miles per hour. Lucky for him he didn't leave in a body bag– even luckier for the jackass that hit him, or I’d have made sureheleft in one, too. Rhett’s not an invalid by any means, but chasing down her deranged ass is easier for me.
"Lennon!" I shout, following her path into a dense wall of brush and trees.
Leaves and sticks crunch beneath my boots and branches spring back, smacking against my chest from where she's already darted through them. She's a fast little thing, but even with a head start, I'm quickly gaining on her. From the way her feet looked, adrenaline will only take her so far before the pain sets in. The trees open up into afield, moonlight illuminating her form as she pumps her arms. Her brown waves whip across her face as she steals a look over her shoulder.
"Keep running little one. The chase makes the kill even sweeter," I taunt.
Her head snaps forward, but the distraction is all it takes for her foot to catch on something. She stumbles a step before she nosedives in the dirt, allowing precious seconds for me to gain on her.
Easy prey.
I lunge toward her, and the second she’s on her feet again, I take her back down to the ground. She shrieks and struggles as I roll her to her back, pinning her with my hips and grabbing for her wrists.
“Caught you,” I chuckle, holding her wrists above her head in one hand. I use the other to pluck the phone from her grip and pocket it. “Goddamn, girl,” I murmur between breaths. “You’re running like you killed someone.”
Her face twists into a scowl, ample tits pressing against me as her chest heaves with each heavy pant. “Get off me,” she rasps, bucking her hips.
Lowering my head, her lips part with each puff of air that fans my face as I hover above her. “Not until you relax,” I state firmly.
Lennon’s eyes lock onto mine, and for a split second, I think she’s calmed down. But then she starts squirming around and kicking her feet as she grinds out each word, “Let. Me Go. Douchebag.”
If only she knew she’s playing right into my fantasies. The chase, the struggle, the goddamn backtalk– I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t turning me on. My cock stirs to life behind my zipper, my mind running away with the image of what it’d be like to rut into her tight little cunt,shoving that bratty little mouth into the dirt right here and now.
“Easy there, little killer,” I drawl, sinking more of my weight down onto her. “We’re just trying to help.”
“Yeah right,” she scoffs, wincing as she twists her wrists in my grip, still attempting to free herself. “That’s what they all say.”
