Page 14 of Run Little Killer

LENNON

M y ass is numb by the time we pull off the highway for the night, following the signs past a run down bar to Shady Oaks Motel.

The name is entirely too fitting.

Clusters of trees surround the property.

Orange and red leaves cling to the branches, some scattered across the pavement as we roll into the parking lot.

The tan and green paint on the exterior is chipped and faded, and half the lights in the sign above the main entrance are burnt out, the few that still work flickering.

It's the perfect setup for the start of a low budget horror movie– too bad I'm the villain in this one.

It's kinda ironic, really. In fairytales, they consider the knight a hero, praising him for slaying the dragons and saving the princess.

But when I slayed one of my own monsters and saved countless other girls from being assaulted by Chad, I'm suddenly considered to be ‘armed and dangerous’. It’s a double standard, if you ask me.

In the diner, I couldn't risk Nix seeing my face on the news.

If the guys find out what I've done, they'll drop my ass on the side of the road– or worse, turn me in.

I'll just have to do everything I can to prevent them from discovering the truth, because as much as I hate to admit it, I need them if I'm going to see this thing through.

I've spent this entire ride– well, the first hour at least– trying to come up with all the different ways I can execute my revenge without ending back up in Briarwood or dead, and it's harder than I thought.

Harder than Nix's abs.

After trying and failing to plot an assassin's wet dream of a strategy, I let my mind and hands wander freely.

Rhett's the taller of the two with his broad shoulders and thick everything , while Nix is more lean, the ridges of his hard abs evident beneath his hoodie.

My fingers started to get cold and his hoodie pocket was right there , so of course I put my hands inside it.

I didn't expect to find myself mindlessly tracing my fingers over his abs while wondering if he fucks as hard as he kisses, but here we are.

That kiss in the diner may have started as a distraction tactic, but by the end, I was clenching my thighs together in desperation.

After the picture of my face disappeared from the TV screen, I practically had to peel myself away from him, then go splash cold water on my face to keep myself from dry humping his leg.

Rhett pulls into a parking spot in front of the motel, Nix steering in right beside him.

He cuts the engine and climbs off, not even offering me a helping hand before stalking off toward a thicket of trees while shouting, "Gotta pee.

" My body’s still thrumming from the vibration of the motorcycle, skin warm and prickly like static is moving beneath the surface as I slide down.

"You okay here while I go get us a room?" Rhett asks as he climbs off his own bike, hooking a thumb over his shoulder.

"Yeah," I yawn, extending my arms up above my head in a stretch.

Tugging down his black bandana, Rhett dips his chin and heads towards the front door, grey duct tape haphazardly holding the cracked glass together.

I fold forward at the waist, fingertips grazing my toes as I continue stretching. Every inch of my body is sore, unaccustomed to spending hours on the back of a motorcycle. Here’s hoping my exhaustion is enough to stave off the nightmares.

"That's a view I could get used to," Nix murmurs as he prowls up behind me, boots scuffing against the concrete.

"Stop staring at my ass," I say with a sigh as I straighten, pivoting in his direction and settling my hands on my hips. "Perv."

"Perv?" he chuckles, closing the distance between us.

His spicy, masculine scent invades my senses, the heat of his body threatening to suffocate as he grips my chin. The pad of his thumb traces my lower lip as he says, "Don't feel me up on a ride unless you're going to finish me."

I swallow roughly, heat pooling between my thighs as I meet his gaze. A sickly sweet threat lingers in his deep brown eyes. A promise to chase me, to ruin me, to fully consume me.

Parting my lips, I slowly suck the tip of his thumb into my mouth. The taste of nicotine and leather hits my tongue, dark and enticing like unbridled sin. I tempt the devil before me, testing the little restraint he has and pulling him in deeper.

His brows crease, the veins and muscles of his forearms flexing as his fingers curl tighter beneath my chin. I release his digit with a loud pop, lips curling into a smug smirk. "Dream on, dickhead."

His face splits in a grin, eyes alight with wicked intent.

"Room nine," Rhett barks out, the deep timbre of his voice breaking up our staring contest.

"First dibs on the shower," I call out as I push past Nix, suddenly absurdly flustered, fumbling to undo the buckles on the saddle bag and retrieve my clothes.

"They gave us coupons for the bar we passed, wanna grab dinner and a drink first?" Rhett asks, pulling out his duffle.

"Unless that coupon is for the tetanus shot I'd need after stepping into that bar, I'll pass," I scoff.

"Well, shit, surprised you don't get a nose bleed from how high those standards are," Nix remarks, re-fastening the saddle bag.

"Can't we just order something to the room and relax?" I groan.

Rhett cocks a brow at Nix, a silent conversation passing between them.

The truth is, I'd love to go to a bar right now. I’d love to have a drink, eat something fried, and feel some semblance of normalcy, like I could before my life was severed in two. There's two versions of me– who I was before that night, and who I am now.

The before Lennon was in her junior year of college, spending weekends with friends, loud music, and midnight drives with the windows down. My only responsibilities were making sure to get to school and work on time.

Then there's me now.

Lennon Spencer, the girl no one believed.

The crazy girl who wound up in an asylum, isolated, forgotten, shamefully cast away.

The murderer, the escapee, the threat to public safety.

I hope that someday there will be an after for me, a point where I'm not this version, either.

Maybe a little less broken and a little more at peace.

But for now, avoiding public places like the diner or bars is in my best interest.

"Pizza up to your standards, darlin'?" Rhett asks, twirling the room key around his finger.

"If I had standards, I wouldn't be hanging out with you two, would I?” I quip as I snatch the keyring from him and start towards the room, calling out over my shoulder. "And I want ham and pineapple on my pizza!"

"Shouldn't you kennel that bitch tonight?" Nix spits as I pull back the floral quilt and slip beneath the sheet. “She’s a fucking hazard to society.”

“Says the walking red flag,” I scoff, rolling on to my side to face him in his bed across from mine. “Stop being so damn dramatic.”

"You made me bleed," he deadpans.

"You called me crazy."

"No," he grunts, punching the pillow and propping it behind his head. "I said only crazy people like ham and pineapple pizza."

"Literally the same thing," I state.

"And to be fair, it was just a plastic fork she jabbed you with," Rhett chuckles from behind me.

"Fuck off– both of you," he growls.

"Didn't need your permission," Rhett says lowly, banding a thick, corded forearm around my waist and tugging me against him .

The heat of his body bleeds into my back, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my ass cheeks.

A moan escapes my throat as I arch into him.

He rucks up the hem of my shirt, palm splaying against my stomach.

His warm breath brushes against the shell of my ear as he murmurs, "Want my help relaxing again tonight, darlin'? "

I hum in response, tilting my head back to rest against his chest.

"Be a good girl and use your words for me," he drawls, the calloused pads of his fingers skimming the waistband of my panties and sending goosebumps across my skin.

Without a word, I arch my back in the slightest and grind my ass against his erection. He was the perfect gentleman last night, even turning me down when I tried to reciprocate. Let's see just how strong his resolve is.

"Gonna be a brat, huh?" he questions, nipping at my earlobe.

"Don't act like you don't like it, old man," I tease.

"Hey now," he scolds, bucking his hips and rubbing his cock harder against me. "Don't start that."

I grab his hand, guiding it lower. "Then touch me already, daddy."

Something akin to a growl vibrates in his chest as he shoves his hand into my panties and cups my mound. "Say it again."

"Yes, daddy."

"Fuck, darlin'," he murmurs, finger dipping in to circle my clit. "I like the sound of that."

Even though the room is mostly dark as I reach a hand behind me, following the sharp cut of Rhett’s V and tugging at his waistband, I know Nix is watching.

And that knowledge makes me even hornier.

Rhett’s stomach flexes as I slide my palm beneath his sweats, pausing when I feel more than just pre-cum on his tip. There's something metal.

My fingers start to curl around him, finding a second piercing just a little lower. The coil in my belly winds tighter as I pump.

Alternating the pressure, he keeps working my clit until my legs begin to tremble. I roll my hand over his tip, toying with the hoop as he thrusts into my palm.

"C'mere, let me taste you," he murmurs, spreading my arousal down and teasing my entrance.

"Okay," I whisper, my skin heating and pussy throbbing with anticipation.

Rhett helps me squirm out of my panties, kicking them aside and twisting around to face away from him as I straddle his waist. His rough hands softly caress my thighs as he guides me back, broad tongue tracing my slit before plunging inside.

I moan, hips bucking up at the sensation as his grip tightens, holding me in place.

"Bend over and suck his dick, little killer," Nix's gravely tone instructs.

My pulse skips, eyes flickering in his direction. The yellow lights from the parking lot cast a haze into our room, illuminating Nix's form propped up, his ink covered forearm flexing as he strokes his length. I want to be annoyed, but… shit, that’s hot.

His eyes are pinned on me, so much heat in his gaze that I start melting forward, doing as he says.

I push down Rhett’s sweatpants, his hard cock smacking against his lower abs. My eyes widen at the sight. He’s huge, a silver hoop looped through the tip and a barbell glinting just beneath the head.

Swallowing thickly, I grip his base, his skin is warm and velvety as I fold forward. I drag my tongue along a thick vein, teasing the tip as another bead of precum leaks out. Rhett groans, the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath my palm.

“Sink down darlin’,” Rhett’s husky voice commands, his fingers digging bruises into the flesh of my thighs as he pulls me closer to his face. “I want your cunt to smother me.”

My knees spread, body blanketing his as his stubble prickles my sensitive center. “Good girl,” he praises, warm breath sending chills racing up my spice.

I lick my lips, slowly sucking his hard length into my mouth. “Fuck,” he hisses as he rolls his hips, pushing his cock to the back of my throat.

“Goddamn,” Nix mutters beside us.

I shift around, eyes locking with his as I hollow my cheeks and bob my head. “Just like that, little killer,” Nix groans, pumping his fist in a rhythm that matches mine, probably imagining my mouth around him instead of his buddy.

And why am I imagining that now, too?

Rhett’s tongue laps at my pussy, teasing my clit in a way that has me humming out around him. He chuckles against my core, the soft vibrations pushing me closer to the edge. The pleasure starts to build, my body tensing with each little nip of his teeth, the sensations become too much to focus.

My nails dig into his thighs as I moan, our hips bucking in sync as we use each other to chase our mutual release.

Nix’s half-lidded eyes crinkle at the edges as his face splits into a smirk. “Fuck ya, such a pretty little slut, riding his face as you choke on him.”

It’s a fucked up compliment, I’m not too naive to know that, but the way he looks at me, his fingers working his length while his best friend is devouring me, sends me careening over the edge.

My orgasm crashes into me, the waves of pleasure making my body quake as I get pulled into the euphoria of release.

My gaze sweeps from Nix’s dark eyes to the way Rhett’s toes start to curl. His motions become more frenzied and I suck him harder, tongue toying with his tip as I move a hand to cup his balls.

“Fuck… fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growls as he thrusts deeper, spilling his release down my throat.

Strings of spit drape from my chin as I pull my head back, his rough hands gently caressing my sweat-slicked skin as he helps me shift upright.

Nix’s brows furrow, stomach flexing as swings his legs over the edge of his bed. He pushes to his feet, fist still pumping his dick as he steps closer.

“Open that bratty little mouth,” he murmurs.

I do as I’m told, sticking my tongue out as he erases the last bit of space between us. I flinch as hot sticky ropes of cum coat my face. Some twisted sense of pride fills me as the salty taste of his release mixes with the remnants of Rhett’s and I swallow.

Bringing his hand to my face, he drags a finger through the mess on my skin before pushing it into my mouth. “Suck,” he demands.

I lick his fingers clean, watching the way his lips curl into a grin as he says, “Thatta girl.”