Page 37 of Run Little Killer

RHETT

I crack an eye open, my vision blurred at the edges as sunlight spills through the gauzy curtains.

It takes a beat for me to remember where we are, the white walls reflecting the light and making it far too bright in here.

I shift my weight, the frame of the pull-out sofa creaking with the movement.

Lennon wiggles back, her ass pressing against my morning wood, body molding into mine as she sighs contently and wiggles her hips . Little minx. Even in her sleep, her body knows just how to tease mine. I'd share a bed with Nix any day if it meant waking up like this– with her.

There's a sense of peace that's softening her features today, as if she didn't sever a guy's dick and force it down his wife’s corpse's throat last night.

I know it was cathartic for her to release all that rage and anger she's spent the last year locked up with.

And there's nothing worse than being forced to relive a memory when all you want to do is move forward .

Hell, I should know. I've spent the last eight years feeling nothing but guilt for what happened to Tess. Replaying every conversation that led up to her accident, driving myself insane as I tried to figure out how I could've prevented it. But the truth is, I couldn't.

It was an accident, a fucking awful one at that, but an accident nonetheless.

While Nix fucked through his feelings in the tub with Lennon, I sprawled out on the mattress wondering how I never knew he'd kept this place.

Nix's mom has always been a touchy subject.

What happened with her is what landed him in foster care, and he always glosses over that dark part of his story.

Like with Lennon, I never pushed him, figuring that if he wanted to talk, he would.

Processing trauma isn't a one-size-fits-all kinda thing.

It's messy and raw and everyone has the right to deal with it however they need to.

Easier said than done.

Tess begged me to go to her sister’s with her that weekend.

Meet the new baby, tell her parents we were finally engaged.

Get to hear them criticize my lifestyle, question Tess as to whether she really wanted to throw her life away for some biker scum.

But the club was hosting a run, collecting school supplies for the local district.

Mav was already out of town on business, so there wasn't any way I could leave, too.

I wanted her to wait, move it to the next weekend, then I'd drive us up, even promised to try and be civil with her dad.

But she was too excited and decided to go ahead and go at the last minute.

Tess didn't tell me she'd left, just called me an hour later from the side of the road when she blew a tire.

She put me on speaker as I coached her through how to change it.

But before she was done, some drunk fuck was on his phone and didn't see her on the side of the road.

They said it was quick, that the impact likely killed her instantly.

As if that somehow made it all better. I get it now, they were trying to ease the hurt, absolve the guilt that burned inside me and provide some sense of closure by saying she never felt the pain as she slipped away. But it didn't matter, she was gone.

It took time, busted knuckles, shattered glass, and brushes with death before I started to move forward. I accepted it was an accident and closed off that part of my heart, decidedly content to be a sexual deviant and throw myself into the club.

But that all changed the night we found Lennon.

As if on cue, Lennon lets out another soft sigh, pulling me back from my thoughts. Her ass brushes against my crotch as she repositions herself, the hem of my Deviant Devils shirt hitching up as her leg slides up the mattress, revealing her creamy thighs and a glimpse of her pretty little cunt.

My cock stirs to life, control fraying the longer I stare.

My hand twitches, primal urges skittering beneath my skin as I reach out and touch her.

I dip a finger between her folds, dragging it through her juices and resting at her entrance.

Her breath hitches as I push inside, her walls pulsing on contact.

Slowly, I pump my finger in and out of her, adding a second as she whines in pleasure while she sleeps.

Her brows pinch together as I add a third, lashes fluttering against her cheek as her body adjusts.

Lennon crashed into me, opening old wounds and awakening something inside of me that I didn't even know existed. The chaos that swarms her, the sass in her tone, the fierceness that pours from her all bleeds together into this deep seated desire to claim her in any way I can.

I withdraw my hand, a sheen of sweat coating my forehead as I slip a hand into my sweats.

My jaw flexes as I spit into my palm, spreading it over my cock as I line my pierced head up to her slick entrance.

With a ruck of my hips, I thrust inside her glistening cunt.

She yelps, eyes shooting open as she stretches around me and I bottom out with a moan.

"Mornin' darlin'," I coo, dick fully seated as I move a hand around to play with her clit.

"M-morning." She shudders a breath, eyes rolling back into her head as she squirms beneath me.

"How's my girl?" I ask, easing back my length.

Her jaw hinges open with a moan as I snap my hips and she murmurs, "So good."

I keep working her clit, pistoning inside of her, orgasm building with every stroke.

The way she's laying makes her cunt even tighter, threatening to suffocate my dick.

I pick up my pace, rolling over top of her, elbows digging caverns into the bed as I bracket her head and hammer her into the mattress.

Her fingers scrabble as she cries out, one hand fisting the bedding, the other smacking into Nix's face.

"What the– oh fuck, " his voice rumbles.

"Drill into that tight little cunt, old man," he says, pushing back the sheet to grip his own cock.

He gives it a lazy stroke as he shifts upright and scooches back.

He guides her hand to his hard length, her fingers wrapping as far as they can around it as he covers her fist with his palm.

She mumbles incoherently as he uses her hand, working his length while I chase the orgasm that’s coiling in my stomach .

"You're so fucking pretty when he fucks you, little killer," Nix murmurs.

Lennon's inner walls flutter at his words.

"You like that darlin'?" I ask.

Sweat-slicked hair clings to her skin as she pushes back and says, "more," voice breathy and demanding.

The whole damn sofa rattles as I keep going, coating my thumb in her juices as I trail my hand around to her ass. I press against the tight ring of muscle, sinking the tip past her resistance, and that sends her careening headfirst into pleasure.

The sweet sounds of her release reverberate through the small apartment and I follow her over the cliff, my orgasm rocketing through me as my balls empty deep between her trembling thighs.

Not wanting to crush her, I pull out and collapse beside her quaking form. Nix is still moving her hand over his thick cock as my cum starts to leak out of her swollen pussy. I swipe my fingers through it, moving to push it back inside her weeping slit, when Nix says to stop.

My hand freezes, Lennon and my combined release coating my fingertips as Nix shuffles around. Her greedy pussy eagerly swallows him as he blankets his body over hers, ass cheeks flexing as he fucks her boneless.

"Feel that little killer?" he growls, movements becoming jerky. "That's what it's like to be ours."

The front door opens and closes, Nix stepping into the apartment with a tray of coffees and a bag of pastries as Lennon emerges from the bathroom. Steam coils in the air behind her as she pads toward the living room.

"Oh, I love you," she declares, face scrunching up with a pleased grin as she plucks a paper cup from the carrier.

"At least let me get some caffeine in my system before you start confessing your love," Nix chides.

"I was talking to the coffee," Lennon deadpans, cutting him a glare.

His lips curl up, the ball of his tongue ring snaking out as he trails it along the seam of his lips. But before he can fire off something snarky, my phone chimes on the table. I lean forward, the screen lighting up with a message.

Mav

Link to Channel 7 News

Clicking it, the new site opens, an article loading as I read aloud.

"The remains of Englewood locals and business owners, Shawn and Natalie Hodges were discovered among the rubble of their home following a fire early Wednesday morning.

While the cause of the fire is still under investigation, it's what was found in the home that raises concern. Authorities say a safe containing multiple images of women being assaulted at varying levels of consciousness was found. While Mr. Hodges’ face wasn't in each picture, there were journals detailing the assaults, dating back five years.

Englewood's police department will be working with a taskforce to identify these women and ensure they have access to the support they need. "

I swipe out of the article, looking up to meet Lennnon's gaze. She takes a long sip of her coffee before she says, "It's really over." Doubt and relief weaving through her features.

"It is, little killer," Nix says, slinging an arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze. "He can never hurt you again."

"No one can," I add with a wink. "Unless you ask us to."