Page 42 of Run Little Killer
I release a sigh, body relaxing further into the mattress as I settle in with her beside me and let sleep pull me under.
18
RHETT
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, awareness sweeping into my body. I slap a hand down and manage to silence it on the first try. With a groan, I stretch my arms above my head, twisting my spine, a few spots cracking as I sigh in relief. My palm slides across the cool cotton sheet, pausing when I find the spot beside me where Lennon should be empty.
Panic erupts in my chest, the room spinning off its axis as I shoot up and swing my gaze around. All my anxiety ebbs away when I spot a familiar mess of brown waves piled on the pillow beside Nix.
When the hell did that happen?
I was out cold within seconds of her curling into my side last night. All the cleaning up at the garage and making sure Kurt wasn't going to blow things out of proportion with his boss took hours. But there isn't an ounce of Micheal's DNA left in the joint, and we've got kindling for the next bonfire at the clubhouse.
Swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress, I leanforward, elbows digging into the skin above my knees. Next to Nix, Lennon looks so small– fragile, even– but I know she’s anything but. She may look like nothing more than soft curves and a hard stare, a pretty little threat wrapped in attitude and scars, but she’s so much more than that.
I dig the heels of my hands into my eyes, clearing the last bit of grogginess and opening them on my girl again, only to realize that Lennon looks…dirty? Small twigs and pieces of leaves are tangled in her hair, dried tear streaks have cut paths through the layer of dirt on her face. My worn Deviant Devil's t-shirt has some stains and a small rip on one of the sleeves. I shift my gaze to Nix, and he isn't in much better shape. Scratches litter his back, dried blood crusting around the edges of some of the deeper ones.
Looks like he got his damn wish.
Nix has a control complex, an issue with most authority, especially if he doesn't respect you. I'm sure it's from his time in the system, crashing out and clinging to anything you can have power over. But when the world shoved him into a corner he didn't want to be in, he clawed his way out.
If his back is any indication, it looks like Lennon's trying to do the same.
She sleeps so peacefully, body soft and relaxed as she just lays there.I wonder how deep of a sleeper she is?I contemplate sliding in behind her, sinking my dick into that pretty pussy and seeing how long it takes before she wakes up with my name falling from her tongue. My cock stirs to life and I reach down to adjust myself through the front of my sweats, mind racing with the fantasy.
Lennon lets out a soft sigh, her lips parting in the slightest, and I want nothing more than to smother themwith my own. Lennon's the first girl I've kissed since Tess died. Kissing has always seemed too intimate. You don't need to kiss every girl that lets you come down her throat, but I've done both with Lennon, and that kiss yesterday severed right through my resistance, leaving me cracked open with her name etched into the scar tissue.
She starts to stir, lashes fluttering against her dirty cheeks as her half-lidded eyes meet mine in an easy gaze.
"Mornin' darlin'," I smirk, tipping my chin.
"Morning," she responds, voice husky with sleep as a sheepish smile spreads across her face.
"I'm gonna hop in the shower," I say, pushing to my feet. "Looks like you two will need to clean up, too."
She darts a glance to Nix and then back to me, a blush creeping across her face in the process.
I think it’s a safe bet they finally fucked.
I head to the bathroom, flipping the switch as I walk in and shut the door. The exhaust fan buzzes as I reach behind the cheap curtain and crank the water on. My hard cock bobs in front of me as I push down my sweats, kicking them up and placing them on the counter. Then I pull back the curtain, stepping under the scalding spray of the showerhead.
Water pelts at my skin, tension easing from my muscles as I wrap a hand around my cock and give it a lazy stroke. I brace my other arm against the tile, flexing my grip, tattooed fingers gliding up and down my shaft.
I can't wait to bury myself inside her, feel her tight heat wrap around me...
The memory of her sprawled on the floor between my legs yesterday filters into my mind, the knife sticking out her ass as she choked me down.I bet she'd look real prettywith one of our dicks in each of her holes. I alternate my grip and speed, thighs clenching as I keep working my length.
I'm right on the edge, feeling the orgasm rising when her voice cuts through, pulling me back from the precipice of release as I drop hold of my dick and whip my head in her direction.
"Mind if I join you?" Lennon asks as she steps into the shower behind me, completely naked.
What a glorious fucking sight.
I rake my gaze over the soft curves of her body. Small bruises litter her skin, tiny scratches marking her legs and arms. A dainty vine tattoo I've never noticed curves underneath her left tit. Her nipples are hard, begging to be played with as she shivers in the slightest.
"C'mere, darlin'," I murmur, opening my arms.
She steps forward, and I loop them around her, tugging her in against my chest. I turn our bodies, shifting around in the small shower so she's under the spray. Her eyes slide shut as the water dampens her hair as she tilts her head back. I grab the little bottle of citrus shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into my palm, lathering my hands together, and sinking my fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp.
