Page 22 of Run Little Killer
LENNON
" S it tight," Rhett says as he kills the engine, bike tilting to the side as he knocks down the kickstand and dismounts his Harley. "We'll be quick."
"Okay," I reply with a wince, my pussy aching as I shift on the leather seat.
Probably should’ve considered the fact I’d be straddling a bike all day before letting both of these guys rail me.
I kinda like the ache, though– the reminder of their feral claims. It reminds me that I’m still here, still alive, something still left worth saving inside.
"Well, look at you," Nix tuts as he climbs off his own bike and steps closer. "Being such an obedient little bitch."
I hold my middle finger up in front of me and roll my eyes. "Fuck you."
The corner of his mouth tips up as he snatches hold of my wrist and lowers his voice. "I have, and if you keep being a brat, I'll show everyone here just how hard you like it."
My thighs clench as I scowl, the mischievous gleam in his eyes daring me to defy him.
Part of me wants to run again– to feel that same thrum of energy racing through my veins as he chases me down and devours me– but now decidedly isn’t the time for playing games.
Wherever we’re headed today is to finish yesterday’s job; the one I fucked up.
And as much as I’m enjoying this ride with Rhett and Nix, the best thing I can do for them is keep from being the reason more bodies drop between here and Englewood when we inevitably part ways.
"C'mon, shithead," Rhett mutters, interrupting my spiraling thoughts. He slaps a hand down on the back of Nix's neck and yanks him towards the door.
Nix's lips curl up to frame his perfect white teeth in a devious grin before he twists around, falling into stride beside Rhett.
I heave a sigh as I watch them disappear into the garage. How is it that just the thought of leaving them feels like a kick in the stomach?
One of the large metal doors starts to rattle, grinding and screeching as it draws up. The faded Budget rental truck pulls out, pausing at the edge of the concrete pad.
Rhett and Nix shake hands with Kurt as they step out of the garage and head back towards me and the bikes. Rhett pounds his fist against the metal side of the truck as he passes, the driver taking the cue and starting across the parking lot.
With a quick bend of his knees, Nix lunges forward, forearm banding around my middle and swiping me off the back of Rhett's motorcycle.
"You're riding with me, little killer," he says, dropping me down beside his bike and swinging his leg over the seat.
As much as I want to fight him on this, the way he manhandles me is hella hot.
"Why's that?" I ask as I reach up to grip his shoulders and climb on.
"Cause having that hot little body wrapped around me for the next few hours is how you start to repay me for that shitty cold shower I had to take."
"You're ridiculous," I laugh, settling in behind him.
"Ready?" Rhett growls, tying his black bandana around his face and starting his bike.
"Yup," Nix replies also putting on his bandana, turning the key, engine rumbling to life.
I snake my arms around Nix’s waist as he turns the handlebars upright and twists the throttle. Resting a cheek against the back of his hoodie, we jerk forward and pull out onto the highway beside Rhett.
It's mesmerizing to watch the landscape on the side of the road blur past. My thoughts wander as the sky swirls and the trees sway slightly out of focus like a Van Gogh painting. It's soft and calm, the exact opposite of my night in the forest with Nix.
I can’t help but think about last night.
I hadn’t even considered Nix’s threat to fuck me when I decided to run, but when he called out behind me that he was a man of his word, my reason to run shifted.
It wasn’t out of panic or necessity anymore.
The thought of him catching me became more than a threat– it became a reward.
And what a reward it was.
Pain and pleasure weaved its way so deeply into my flesh that my system practically short-circuited.
Stars burst behind my eyes as I swallowed down his salty release.
It was raw and carnal, wringing every last drop of bliss from my body until I was nothing more than a boneless mess.
I barely remember anything after he picked me up.
His body was so warm as he cradled me against his chest, the spicy and musky scent of his skin soothing my racing pulse with every inhale.
I expected Nix to fuck like a mad man, rough and possessive, but I didn't expect the same savage claim from Rhett.
Not knowing if I'd get another night with them made it easy to step into the shower with him this morning.
Each punishing stroke he delivered drove me closer to the brink of ruin until I was fucked so throughly that I forgot how I even ended up with them in the first place, why I left Briarwood to claim my revenge.
Dick-nesia , that’s what it is. He railed the thoughts right out of my head.
I squirm in my seat in an attempt to ease the pressure building in my core. Why did they both have to fuck like the devil begging for my soul?
The bike eases to the side, my stomach swooping and grip tightening as Nix guides it around the curve with practiced precision. We tilt upright, his hand coming to rest on his hip as he speeds up. I don't think I'll ever not feel like I'm going to fall right off with every turn.
My grip relaxes, hands drifting lower until they brush against a hard bulge of denim. Of course he’d have a damn boner right now.
His words from a previous ride echo in my head . ’Don't feel me up unless you're gonna finish me.’
The intrusive thoughts win out as I push up the hem of his hoodie. My knuckles brush against his warm skin, his lower abs tensing as I undo the button of his jeans. I slip my hand past his waistband and curl my fingers around his cock as it starts to thicken.
I haven't directly compared them, but by looks and feel, Rhett is longer while Nix is thicker, my fingertips barely brushing as they circle him.
Freeing as much of him as I can from the confines of his boxer briefs, I give it a teasing stroke, my hand moving up his length. Precum leaks from this tip, the pad of my thumb smearing it around when he grabs my wrist.
Nix slides my hand beneath his black bandana, the stubble on his face scraping my skin before his wet tongue drags across my palm, tongue ring clinking against his teeth as he sucks it back in. Moving me in the slightest, his chin flexes, spit pooling in my palm– warm, wet and deliberate.
My fingers wrap around his thick shaft again as soon as he lowers my hand. I spread his spit from base to tip as he positions his hoodie over his lap to conceal my hand. I roll my wrist, twisting up and alternating my pressure as I drag it back down.
I fall into rhythm, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, body vibrating with a deep moan.
He throbs in my grip as I pause at the top.
He hisses sharply as I gently pinch and pull the extra bit of skin beneath the head, the same spot that Rhett has a barbell through.
His hips buck up, the thick vein running up the side pulsing in my palm as his hot release spills down my fingers.
Twisting them against the inside of his hoodie, I wipe his cum from my hand and tuck away his softening cock.
Then I grab at his jeans, trying and failing to refasten them.
His hand clamps down on my knee, giving it a squeeze, letting me know not to worry about it.
Instead, he twists the throttle, the bike surging forward until we’re riding right beside Rhett.
Nix motions to Rhett, Rhett going wide and signaling to the truck driver.
The brake lights on the truck flash and Nix lets off the throttle.
We slide back behind Rhett, changing lanes as the motorcycle slows and we take the next exit.
Nix parks, then kicks down the side stand, the bike tilting and he fists his jeans and swings his leg over.
He fixes the button as he turns, his leather-gloved hand darting out and seizing my chin. "My only regret is that you didn't get to swallow me," he murmurs, his thumb and forefinger digging into my flesh and forcing my mouth open.
His jaw shifts and flexes as he leans forward and spits in my mouth. I flinch when his saliva hits my tongue, but quickly swallow it down and lick my lips.
"Thatta girl," he growls, lips tipping in a sinister smirk. "That'll have to do for now."