Page 27 of Run Little Killer

RHETT

L ennon startles beside me as the jarring metallic clang of metal crashes outside the door, her body jolting upright in bed.

"The fuck?" Nix groans from his position on her opposite side in my bed, swiping a hand down his face.

I throw back the dark grey comforter with an annoyed sigh and push up, swinging my legs over the side of the mattress. My bare feet slap against the tile flooring of our bedroom at the clubhouse, sweats hanging low on my hips as I head to the door, twist the handle, and yank it open.

Two prospects whip their heads up, looking at me like damn deer in headlights as they try to right a toppled-over keg.

"If you shitheads can't even wheel a keg to the kitchen, you think we'd trust you to not lay down your bike and wipe out half the club on a ride?" I growl, glaring daggers at them.

"Sorry Rhett," they murmur almost in unison, still struggling to get the keg on the dolly.

I step out into the hall and grab the rim, lifting and giving it a quick tug to slide it onto the toe plate of the dolly. "There," I deadpan. "Now get the fuck out of my sight."

They scurry off down the hall as I turn and step back into my room, clicking the door shut behind me and stalking back towards the bed.

Nix has a pillow over his face, one arm slung over it and his other tattooed hand resting on Lennon's bare thigh as she finger-combs her mess of chestnut waves.

Fuck, she's so damn pretty.

Her eyes are half-lidded with sleep as she sits cross-legged in the middle of my bed, in my Deviant Devils shirt, with my cum still stuffed in her cunt– mine .

The mattress dips beneath my weight as I sink down beside her, scooting back to lean against the headboard. "C'mere, darlin'," I say, lifting an arm in invitation.

A dreamy little grin plays at her lips as she shuffles closer, body molding into my side.

Her palm rests on my chest, finger idly tracing the outlines of one of my tats.

I smooth back her hair, hand running down the curve of her spine and back up as she lets out a little hum of contentment and nuzzles closer. It's cute as hell.

After Tess died, I never wanted– let alone expected– for someone to come along and dull the ache of loneliness that’s taken root since.

I've spent the years caught somewhere between wanting to move on and not letting anything change, frozen in the deep seated fear that somehow it'd be disrespectful to Tess to let another woman get close, that I didn't deserve these quiet moments of contentment and peace.

I wasn't there when she needed me. If I'd just fucking gone with her, she'd still be here.

She'd have stayed tucked safely in the car while I changed the tire.

That's why I couldn't leave Lennon on the side of the road that night– it was like some twisted sense of self absolution.

I knew that it wouldn't bring Tess back, but it was a small way to starve off the guilt that’s been eating at me for years.

It was only supposed to be for a night or two, but in the short time we've spent together, something shifted.

The thoughts of betrayal and self loathing that usually creep beneath my skin seemed to vanish, replaced by feelings I didn't know I was capable of having again.

Now, one look at Lennon, they roar to the surface, raw and real, thrumming in my veins. Slowly bringing me back to life.

Lennon drowns out the part of me that says I don't deserve to love. She calms the storm waging in my chest. And even manages to quiet the chaos in my head that until now, had me convinced I’d fucked up too much to deserve to feel anything real again.

Hell, she even manages to make Nix less of a lunatic, which really says something.

She's more than just peace, she's mine– ours – and I don't know if I'll be able to let her go.

She sighs contentedly, pulling me from my thoughts as I sweep a few rogue strands of her hair away from her face, revealing the light pink scar etched across her cheek. Tilting her head, she looks up at me, those stunning grey eyes of hers glossed with serenity, and I swear to god my heart falters.

The raised skin is smooth beneath the pad of my thumb as I brush over it, my jaw clenching at the thought of someone hurting her. But the scar doesn’t taint her beauty. If anything, it makes her even more beautiful; even more real.

"Don't," I rasp as she tries to pull away.

Her bottom lip quivers, shoulders curling inwards in an attempt to hide herself, but I don't let her.

I shift her in my arms, pressing a gentle kiss to the scar.

"There isn't a goddamn inch of you that isn't fucking beautiful," I murmur.

Lennon's throat bobs with a hard swallow as I continue.

"I don't need to know what happened, but I need you to know nothing like that will ever happen again, darlin'. "

I can see her fighting within herself to accept what I've just said, searching my face for any indication that I don't mean every last word. She can look all she wants, but she won't find it, and I'll remind her every day of the truth.

"Can I shower?" she finally asks, voice soft and raw.

"There's fresh towels in the cabinet, help yourself," I say, motioning towards the door.

Lennon nods against my chest, slowly peeling herself back and swinging her leg over me. Her hips sway gently as she heads toward the attached bathroom, the luscious curve of her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the hem of my shirt.

I reach down and adjust my thickening cock through my sweats as she disappears into the bathroom. Blowing out a slow breath, I lean back, propping myself up against the headboard.

"Where's my morning cuddles?" Nix mocks from beneath the pillow.

Extending my leg, I nudge Nix's. "Get your ass out of my bed, Hawthorne."

He chuckles lowly, lobbing the pillow off his face and kicking back the covers. Pushing up off the bed, he pulls on his jeans and sweatshirt. "I'm gonna grab some coffee, want any?"

"I'll be by the kitchen in a minute. Gonna grab Lennon's clothes from the bike and wash 'em for her," I say, remembering how over half her shit is still covered in blood.

"Pussy whipped much?" he snickers, carding a hand through his dark hair.

"Says the fucker who went out and bought her clothes," I laugh, swinging my legs off the edge and standing.

He shakes his head as I pull on a shirt and my kutte before following him to the door.

The clubhouse is pretty quiet as we walk down the hall, anyone who stayed here last night still sleeping off Blaze Night. Nix and I have a room here, along with a handful of other members. Just makes it easier when we have runs back to back or after a club party.

Ghost is passed out on the couch with two sleeping girls in tight dresses draped across his lap as we move through the common area and towards the kitchen. Nix heads right to the coffee pot, grabbing two disposable cups and starting to fill them.

"Who is it that's pussy whipped?" I ask, raising a brow while spinning my keyring around a finger.

"Fuck off, old man," he mutters, securing the plastic lids on the cups of coffee.

With a shake of my head, I start towards the front door. "Oh," I pause, looking over my shoulder at Nix with a grin. "Tell the prospects to have our bikes fucking spotless by nine. That's what they get for waking up two patches and our girl."

Pouring an ample amount of detergent into the washer, I close the lid and turn it on.

The chances of the blood coming out of Lennon's clothes completely is pretty damn slim, but at least they’ll smell better and be mostly clean.

I toss the plastic bag she was using as a suitcase in the trash, slinging a spare duffle of mine on top of the dryer.

I pack the clothes Nix bought her inside it, tucking another one of my shirts in as well.

Seeing how goddamn sexy she looks in my clothes makes me want to throw away all of hers and only let her wear mine.

My head swivels at the sound of the door snicking open, Lennon stepping into the laundry room looking like sugar laced with sin.

Her pert nipples press against the fabric of my Deviant Devils shirt, damp waves of hair framing her face as she strides closer and asks, "Can I get my bag from your bike? "

"Already got it," I say, swiping up the freshly packed duffle and holding it out towards her. "And the rest are in the wash."

"Oh, thanks," she says, peeking inside.

"Welcome darlin'," I say, leaning a hip against the washing machine.

"What's this?" she asks, voice trailing off as she pulls out another one of my shirts.

I shrug a shoulder, folding my arms across my chest. "Just something I like seeing you in."

"Oh really?" she muses, dark lashes fluttering as she rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. The corners of her mouth tip up as she lifts her gaze to mine. Amusement flickers in her eyes, razor sharp and wickedly sweet.

She tosses the shirt at me, dropping the bag on the floor.

I catch it as it smacks against my chest, brows furrowing as I look from it to her, wondering what the hell she’s playing at.

Then my jaw goes slack and I stare in wrecked silence as she yanks the shirt she’s wearing off over her head, bare tits spilling free.

My dick instantly thickens as I watch the little minx step up to the washer in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties, lifting the lid and adding the shirt in.

The lid clangs shut, Lennon erasing all the space between us as she lifts her arms above her head.

"If you like me in it so much, then put it on me. "

Fuck me.

"I will when I'm done," I say, lobbing the shirt onto the dryer. "But first I'm gonna stuff that cunt full of my cum so you're wearing me inside and out."

"Please, daddy ," she says softly.

That last word and the way she says it severs any remnants of control.

My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips as I lift her, her hands clutching onto my shoulders as I place her on top of the washer.

The machine thrums beneath her, her tits jiggling from the vibrations as I step between her legs.

I shove down the waistband of my sweats and fist my hard cock, eyes locking on to the unmistakable damp spot on her panties.

"You wet for me, darlin’?" I growl, hooking two fingers in the side seam of her underwear and jerking them to the side.

"A little," she admits, breath catching as I run my fingers up her slit.

"I'd say it's more than a little" I murmur, pressing my glistening digits to her lips in demonstration. "Wouldn't you?"

She pulls them in, sucking her juices from my skin.

"Good girl," I praise, pulling my fingers free with a wet pop .

Lennon's face lights up at the praise, eyes burning with lust as she threads her fingers into my hair and pulls me closer.

Her mouth fuses with mine, our tongues sliding together in a hunger that may never be fully sated as I line my cock up and slam inside.

She gasps against my lips at the intrusion, but it fades to a moan as I circle my hips.

My hands trail around to her ass cheeks, holding her there as I slowly drag myself back only to drive into her again twice as hard.

She moans, fingers twisting in my hair as she deepens the kiss. The spin cycle starts, the vibrations of the washer beneath her intensifying as I hammer into her relentlessly.

Mewls of pleasure slip from her throat, egging me on to go harder, deeper, imprint the outline of my piercing into her cervix.

Her grip tightens in my hair, heels digging into my ass as her inner walls start to spasm. I break the kiss, nipping at her earlobe as I whisper, "Go on, come all over my dick, darlin'."

She rolls her hips, changing the angle in the slightest as she chases after her release. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breaths ragged as her body trembles beneath me. Her mouth hinges open and her head tips back, a string of well-fucked curses falling free as her cum coats my shaft.

My balls tighten, a rush of heat rolling down my spine as I empty myself inside her tight wet heat, fucking her right through our mutual orgasms.

I rest my forehead on her shoulder as I pant to catch my breath.

Her fingers loosen in my hair, sliding down to my neck as she caresses my skin.

We stay like that, unmoving, until the spin cycle tapers off and the machine settles beneath us.

With a sigh, I ease out of her, tucking my spent dick away and helping her down.

Her bare tits heave, as I reach a hand behind my back, jerking my shirt off. I pull the grey fabric over her head, tugging it down her body. I step back to take in the sight of her, lips swollen, a dreamy look in her eyes and my cum sliding down her thighs.

I sink down to my knees, dragging my fingers through my cum and shoving it back into her weeping cunt, further staking my claim. She gasps at the intrusion and I place a kiss to her mound before scooping her up into my arms.

“Mine,” I growl.