Page 21 of Run Little Killer

RHETT

M y 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 lean forward, 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 them with 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 pretty with 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.

"Mhmm," she hums, the sound vibrating from deep in her throat. "That feels so good."

I rinse, then repeat the process to ensure all the dirt and debris are gone before switching to the conditioner. Little mewls of pleasure continue to fall from Lennon’s lips as I take care of her, making my dick ache with need.

My hips sway, wet cock gliding back and forth across the slick skin of her hip and thigh as the last bit of conditioner swirls down the drain.

"Rhett," she breathes, lithe fingers finding my cock and toying with the piercings as she looks up at me demurely. Rivulets of water dot her lashes, tongue darting out to spread the moisture over her lips. "I need you to rail me against the wall."

I choke on a breath as her words slowly register.

It’s the last thing I expected to hear her say, but who am I to deny her anything.

My hands settle on her hips, tugging her flush against me as I grind my erection into her soft flesh.

She loops her hands around my neck, legs splitting instinctively as I pick her up and spin her towards the wall.

"Ah!" she hisses and I pause, going still. "The tiles are cold," she chuckles, locking her legs around my waist.

Fisting my dick, I slide it towards her entrance, the tip nudging inside as her whole body tenses.

"You sore, darlin'?" I breathe against the slender column of her neck.

"A little," she admits, her voice soft, throat bobbing with a swallow before she continues. "And I need you to make it all better, daddy ."

Fuck me.

I grit my teeth as I start to inch inside.

She’s so goddamn tight, and the feral urge to slam into her is raging just beneath the surface.

She inhales sharply, exhaling with a moan, every inch I feed her fusing pain and pleasure together.

Her inner muscles flex around me as I fully seat myself inside.

"I can feel your piercings," she says, tits heaving with each breath. "I've never been with anyone pierced before."

"Oh yeah?" I smirk, rolling my hips and sending her head smacking back against the tile. “You like how they feel inside you, darlin’?"

She runs her fingers through my wet hair and gives it a little tug as she rocks her hips, a needy little moan vibrating from her throat.

“Better hold on, then,” I say, dragging my dick halfway out before burying myself to the hilt.

Her hands slap onto my shoulders, head dipping closer until her lips crash against mine. Our teeth clash and tongues tangle, eagerly exploring each other's mouths as I thrust myself deeper, forcing the hoop of my Prince Albert to roll against her inner walls.

"That, more of that ," she moans against my lips.

"Anything you want, darlin'," I grit out, shifting forward.

My elbows bracket her face, hands coming to rest on the top of her head as I hold her in place.

I snap my hips, the sheer force of every thrust I drive into her perfect tight cunt making her body slide up the shower wall.

I continue to hammer inside of her, circling my hips to keep the piercings teasing her nerve endings.

Her heels dig into my ass cheeks and I feel my release start to throb in my base.

"I'm gonna fill this sweet cunt full of cum," I pant, peppering kisses along her jawline.

"I'm not on anything," she rushes out.

"Even better," I smile against her cheek, pistoning into her. The wall shakes behind her as I ram my cock to its deepest depth.

"Oh fuck," she shouts as I groan through my climax, painting her cervix with hot ropes of cum. Her muscles flex and squeeze as she comes right along with me, milking every last drop. When I look down, I can see my seed dripping out around my shaft as her swollen pussy throbs.

After our breathing slows, I ease out of her and get to work lathering the citrus shower gel over her skin.

I take my time, cleaning every last inch of her body until the water starts to run cold.

Then I twist the handle and cut off the spray, snatching a fresh towel off the rack and handing it to Lennon.

I grab my own, patting down my body before wrapping the towel around my hips and tucking in the end. Wet strands of hair are plastered against Lennon’s shoulders, water trailing into her cleavage.

Steam billows out of the bathroom as I hold the door open, letting her step out first. I follow behind, and we find a disgruntled looking Nix sitting at the table, brows slamming down as he cuts me a glare.

"Kinda hard to keep sleeping when you're shaking the goddamn walls, old man," he grumbles.

"You needed to get up anyway," I shrug, moving towards my open duffle. I toss a pair of boxer briefs and jeans on to the bed as I pull out another black Deviant Devils shirt.

"I don't have any clean clothes," Lennon pouts, eyeing all her bloody clothing laid out in front of her.

"Here," Nix says, tossing a black paper bag down in her direction as he toes out of his boots. "Don't say I never did anything nice," he mutters, stalking off to the bathroom.

Lennon opens the bag and plucks out a pair of clean slip-on sneakers, fresh leggings, and a pack of underwear. She has a few shirt options, and I make a mental note to stop off and do laundry for her.

"You fucking bastards used all the hot water!” Nix shouts from the bathroom.

"Oops," Lennon giggles, pulling a solid army green crewneck overhead. "Someone’s pissed."

I rake a hand through my damp hair, shoving it back as I tug on my flannel jacket. Flicking the hood out and up, the soft material covers my head as I turn to Lennon. "Wanna grab a coffee and some breakfast so we don't have to hear him bitch?"

"Won't that piss him off more?" she asks, dragging a comb through her hair.

"Probably," I say nonchalantly.

"Well in that case,” she says, eyes sparkling with mischief as she heads for the door. “Hell yeah."