Page 38 of Run Little Killer

EPILOGUE

LENNON

“ Y es! Oh my god,” I cry out, fingers threading into Rhett’s shaggy blonde hair and holding him in place.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he growls against my core, teeth scraping across my clit as he works me closer to the precipice of pleasure. “Come on my face.”

Between his tongue lapping and thick digits pumping in tandem, and it all becomes too much. His fingers curl at the deepest point and I detonate. My back arches off the picnic table, heels dig into his shoulder blades as I careen over the edge into pure bliss.

My chest heaves as Rhett slowly withdraws his touch, and I collapse back against the wooden surface.

He straightens to stand, deep blue eyes locking with mine as he presses a kiss to my mound.

“I don’t know what's prettier,” he says, the gravelly tone of his voice making my pussy clench.

“That sunset or the sight of your glistening cunt.”

A blush heats my skin and I fight back a smile as my head lolls to the side.

It really is a beautiful sunset. Burnt oranges and deep reds bleed together with streaks of purple as the sun sinks further beneath the horizon.

But as I push up to my elbows, Rhett is still staring down at me, lust lacing his irises– and I know he chose the latter.

I reach down, pulling up my panties and leggings as his phone pings for the third time since we stopped off at this little park.

He heaves a sigh, slipping his phone from his jeans as I scooch to the edge of the table and wrap my arms around his torso.

When he said we needed to take a ride so he could show me something, I figured it had something to do with the investigation into Shawn and Natalie.

But being eaten out on a bluff overlooking the river at sunset was a more than pleasant alternative.

“We gotta head back to the clubhouse,” he says, pocketing his phone. “Blaze night is almost ready to start.”

“Jeeze,” I huff, hopping down from the table. “How many bodies do you guys have to dispose of?”

“It varies,” he shrugs, lips tipping into that grin that makes my heart stutter and pussy clench. “More now that we’ve met you, though.”

“Sorry,” I wince as we walk towards the parking lot.

“Don’t be,” he says, slinging an arm around my shoulders. The heady scent of leather and spice fill my nostrils as he tucks me into his side. “No bodies to burn, just a good ole bonfire tonight.”

I hum in response and an easy silence settles around us as we draw closer to his Harley.

He hikes up his jeans and swings a leg over, knocking back the kickstand as he twists the handlebars upright.

I brace my palms on his shoulders as I take my spot behind him, his hands gripping my thighs and pulling me even closer.

My arms snake beneath his kutte, looping around his torso as he starts the bike.

Gravel kicks up behind us as we roll forward and start back towards the clubhouse.

It’s been three days since we sent Shawn and Natalie off on their all inclusive trip to hell, and it still feels like a goddamn fever dream.

The anxious dread that normally settles in and constricts my chest when I think about them has faded to nothing.

Each day, I’ve been able to breathe easier knowing that I cut the head off the snake.

I know this doesn’t absolve me of guilt and I’m still wanted by the authorities, but I’m done running.

I didn’t get a choice– not that I wanted one– when it came to moving into the clubhouse with Rhett and Nix.

They offered to get us our own place, but honestly, I like staying at the clubhouse.

As long as the other Devils don’t mind that I’m there, I actually kind of prefer it.

I wouldn't want to be left alone while they were off on a job that I couldn’t tag along on, though.

As much as I hated being at Briarwood, I got so used to communal living that I might actually go crazy if left on my own.

The bike jerks, Rhett muttering a curse as he swerves around the little silver hatchback that cut us off.

He raises his middle finger at them as he starts to pass, then reaches down and twists the throttle.

The engine roars and we rip past them in a blur, but Rhett doesn’t slow in the slightest. My stomach swoops, bike thrumming beneath me and I already know without looking that we’re pushing triple digits.

For being the older, more level-headed one, I didn’t expect him to be an adrenaline junkie, but it’s kinda cute to discover his little quirks.

I turn my face to the side, resting a cheek against the weathered rockers stitched into the leather on his back as I nuzzle in closer. The apprehension I felt that first time I climbed on to the back of his bike has long since evaporated. I know without a doubt I’m safe with Rhett.

We downshift, gliding around the turn as the chainlink fence that surrounds the clubhouse comes into sight.

One of the prospects is stationed at the front gate, nodding at us as we swing into the lot.

Dismounting the bike first, Rhett offers me his hand to help me down, fingers lacing with mine as we head inside.

You can still hear the low and steady beat of a Diggy Graves song thumping from the main lounge as we turn down the hall toward our bedroom.

Nix’s broody figure is posted up outside, thick forearms folded across his chest, foot kicked up as he leans back against the wall.

He swivels his head in our direction when he hears our footsteps, wicked excitement burning in his dark eyes as he spots us.

“Bout time,” he grumbles, pushing off the wall.

“Stopped off for dessert,” Rhett shrugs.

“When did–” my brows furrow as I tilt my head up. Rhett shoots me a wink and realization slams into me. “Oh,” I reply, a blush heating my cheeks.

“Bastard,” Nix grunts, slugging Rhett in the shoulder.

He stumbles a step backwards with a chuckle as Nix slides up and slings his arm around me. “I’ve got a surprise for you, little killer.”

“ We ,” Rhett cuts in.

“Fuck off,” Nix spits over his shoulder. “Go on in,” he says, twisting the handle and pushing open the door to our bedroom.

I take a hesitant step forward, unsure of what exactly could be waiting inside, but my eyes go wide and glossy the second I cross the threshold. Nix’s bed is littered with shopping bags, all filled to the brim with clothes that look far too feminine for their vibe.

“For me?” I squeak out, whipping my head around.

“All for you, darlin’,” Rhett nods.

“And if you don’t like something or it’s not the right color or size, we can take it back,” Nix adds, carding a hand through his hair.

With a squeal, I pivot on a heel and lunge towards him. He grunts as my arms snake around him. His hands settle on my ass, lifting me up as my legs wrap around him instinctively. “Thank you,” I breathe, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

He hugs me tight against his chest, his scent of leather and cigarette smoke surrounding me as he murmurs in my ear, “try not to get bloodstains on these ones, little killer.”

“No promises,” I laugh.

A knock comes on the half-open door. “Sorry to interrupt,” Mav grumbles as he steps in.

He sweeps his gaze over the shopping bags, cocking a brow as he turns to where I’m clinging to Nix like a koala.

“But if you two are done…” he waves a hand, “doing whatever this is, I could use my Sergeant at Arms and the resident pyro out back.”

Nix reluctantly loosens his hold, my body sliding over the hard bulge in the front of his jeans before my feet hit the floor. He jerks a nod at Mav and starts to take a step before he pauses.

He turns back towards me, tattooed hand darting out to collar my throat. The rough pad of his thumb trails along my jaw as he studies my face for a suspended moment.

I swallow thickly, his fingers flexing before he leans in and crushes his lips against mine. It’s hard, fast, enough to leave me breathless and clenching my thighs together in need.

“Meet us out there?” he murmurs as he breaks the kiss.

“Yeah,” I pant .

“Thatta girl,” he smirks, dropping his hand and striding out until the hall with Rhett and Mav.

I expect it to be cold when I push open the back door, wearing nothing but Nix's black hoodie as a dress, but the blaze of the fire is strong enough that I can already feel the heat from here. Taking a few steps forward, I swivel my head, searching the sea of flannel and leather for my men. My stomach starts to knot when I don’t spot them right away, and I suddenly feel horribly out of place.

I wrap my arms around myself, unsure whether to retreat.

I know I shouldn’t feel this uncomfortable–every member of the club has been nothing but nice to me since Rhett and Nix announced I was staying indefinitely.

The guys had some meeting they called church, and after that, they reassured me that I’d be nothing but safe and protected here.

Still, without one of them at my side, I just feel… adrift.

I’m a half a second away from slinking back to our room when a set of hands grip my hips. I yelp, warm breath skating across the shell of my ear.

“Caught you.”

My body immediately relaxes as recognition sinks in.

Nix whips me around, dark eyes blazing. “You weren’t thinking about running, were you?”

I pin my bottom lip between my teeth and shake my head.

“Good,” he murmurs, tugging me against him. “Cause as much as I love the chase, I don’t got the patience for foreplay when you’re dressed like this. ”

“Dressed like what?” I ask, feining innocence and leaning into his hold.

“Like you’re ours,” he growls, a feral claim lacing his tone.

“I like the sound of that,” I muse, tilting my head up.

“C’mon,” he urges, lips curving into a smirk.

Nix leads me across the lot, music thrumming loudly from the speakers as bodies sway to the beat. The fire burns high and bright, casting shadows around us as we pace towards a grassy patch at the back.

Rhett’s already seated in a lawn chair, and Nix claims the one beside him.

“Here ya go, darlin’,” Rhett drawls, holding out a red solo cup in offering.

I shudder a breath as I reach for it, a little voice in the back of my mind casting doubt as I curl my fingers around the plastic.

Sensing my hesitation, he shoots me a wink and adds, “I made it myself.”

My stomach swoops, warmth blooming in my chest as I look between my two men. I’m a mess, but neither one of them has tried to fix my damage. Instead they’ve made themselves at home in the wreckage, and in doing so have given me a home to call my own.

The liquor in the cup sloshes onto my hand as Nix pulls me roughly down onto his lap, the hard ridge of his cock pressing into my ass. “From now on, you only run if we tell you to, little killer,” he growls into my ear, nipping the lobe.

I glance back at him over my shoulder, a smirk curving my lips. “You think you can boss me around now?”

“Here we go,” Rhett groans, scrubbing a hand over his face .

Nix’s eyes light up in challenge, the corner of his mouth ticking up. “Try it. You know what’ll happen.”

I do.

Which is why I spring up from his lap, ditching the plastic cup in the grass and sprinting for the trees.

Catch me if you can, dickheads.

THE END .