Page 7 of Run Little Killer

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T hank fuck it seems that things finally have calmed down between those two, but I know better than to believe it'll be a peaceful night.

Nix has always had a quick temper and an unfiltered mouth.

Honestly, it's part of the reason I took him under my wing when he became a prospect for the club.

If that shithead was going to be patched in, then he had to learn to control himself a little better.

After a year of dealing with his ass and reining him in, I found that despite his caustic demeanor, he's as loyal as they come.

He's had my back more than anyone has in this life.

As much as I'd gut anyone who came for him, I know he'd do the same for me.

He's met his match with Lennon, though. She's a wild little thing with an attitude twice her size. She doesn't seem the least bit ready to cower away from either of us, and it piques my interest just as much as it makes my dick hard.

My phone vibrates against my thigh as I'm crossing the motel parking lot, the screen lighting up with a text as I pull it from my jeans.

Mav

Call me when you can.

I heave a sigh and slip it back into my pocket. I need to call and check in, but that can wait. President of the club or not, I need another drink first.

Pushing the key into the lock, I give it a turn and twist the handle to push open the door.

This place isn't anything fancy, but as long as there’s a clean bed and a hot shower, I won’t bitch.

The low hum of the AC unit greets me as I flip on the light.

Stepping further inside, I see the two beds with faded floral comforters, a couple of chairs by a small table, and an old dresser with a decent sized TV sitting on top of it. I’ve definitely stayed in worse.

"There's only two beds," Lennon states the obvious as she leans a shoulder against the door frame.

"Nothin' gets past you, does it darlin'?” I smirk, tossing my duffle bag on the foot of the bed closest to the door before turning around to face her.

With a roll of her eyes, she pushes off the doorframe, dumping the plastic bag from the truckstop on the table and striding towards the empty bed. Plopping down on the edge, she bounces a few times, and I can't help but notice the way her perky little tits jiggle with that motion.

To say I’m a little disappointed when she stops is an understatement.

As she stills, she idly traces the stitching on the old quilt, fingertips still tinged red.

The dried blood on her hands and stains on her shirt haven’t escaped my notice, nor the fact that it definitely wasn't her truck we found her in.

Something doesn't quite add up with this girl, but then again, who the fuck am I to judge?

I knew she was running from something– or some one – but shit, aren’t we all? Nix and I aren’t angels by any measure, though I like to think I’m capable of being a gentleman when it counts. We might not have the best intentions either, but better the devil you know than the one you don't.

If we hadn’t picked her up, she coulda been found by some demented fuck who'd done god knows what with her. Or some drunk asshole could’ve swerved onto the shoulder and hit her before smashing their Beemer in the trees.

If someone had stopped to help my Tess, maybe she'd have walked away, too.

"I knew you were desperate to sleep with me," Nix goads, his voice snapping me from my thoughts as he steps into the room.

Lennon's head whips to the side, and I don't have to see her face to know that it's twisting into a scowl as she glares back at him.

"Desperate is the last thing I am when it comes to you and your micro dick," she retorts, leaning back on her elbows.

Nix's brown eyes narrow as he stalks closer, palms splaying on the top of the bed as he brackets her body with his arms and leans down.

Christ, here we go again.

"Unless you want me to split you in half with this micro dick, you better get outta my bed, little killer," he snarls.

“Back the fuck up,” she deadpans, cocking her head to the side. “Or I’ll split you in half with my knee.”

"Do it," he murmurs, lowering himself to rest his groin on her thighs.

Lennon visibly tenses at his touch, her mouth parting in the slightest, and a faint blush starts to creep across her creamy skin.

Nix's actions are clearly having an effect on her, and I can't tell if she's flustered or turned on by their exchange.

But before I can give it a second thought, she jolts forward, shoving her hands into his chest.

“You’d get off on the slightest contact,” she sneers as he stumbles backwards, knocking into the dresser.

He laughs, swiping a hand across his chin as he eyes her. “I’m already hard, baby.”

“You just proved my point, dumbass,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes and grumbling, "I don't see why you two can't just share a bed.”

"Whoa now," I chuckle, throwing up my hands. "The only way I'm sleeping with him is if you're between us, darlin'."

Her steely grey eyes lock with mine, a contemplative look flitting across her features before her expression morphs to one of indifference.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I shoot her a wink.

That pretty blush stains her cheeks again as she averts her gaze and shifts around atop the mattress, kicking one leg over the other and flipping me off. “Fuck you.”

Well shit, if she isn't turned on, I sure am.

"Well, darlin'," I drawl, carding a hand through my hair and taking a step closer. "If that's an invitation..."

"I'm going to shower," she snaps, cutting me off and quickly pushing to her feet.

Stifling a laugh, I nod as she hurries past me like the bathroom is going to disappear if she doesn't get there fast enough. The door slams shut behind her and I hear the shower turn on as I head towards the table.

"She's somethin' else," I muse, pulling the bottle of whiskey from the sack and cracking the seal.

"Yeah," Nix snorts, unwrapping the plastic cups from the dresser .

I pour a generous amount of the amber liquid into each cup and Nix adds a little of the Coke before we lower ourselves into the chairs. The whiskey blazes a path down my throat as we sit in a comfortable silence, scrolling on our phones and nursing our drinks.

"You know that wasn't her truck," Nix grumbles, eyeing me as he sets his cup down.

“Yeah,” I breathe, reaching for the bottle of whiskey. "I know."

"What are we gonna do with her?" he asks, draining the last of his drink and pushing his cup in my direction.

"Not sure," I answer honestly.

His head bobs up and down absentmindedly as a grin starts to spread across his face. "I can think of a few things I'd like to do with her."

"Dirty bastard," I chuckle, refilling our cups and skipping the mixer.

"Don't act like the thought hasn’t crossed your mind, old man. I saw how comfortable you looked with how tightly she was clinging to you on the back of your bike."

A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I take a sip of my fresh drink. He's not wrong.

Lennon's got a tight little body with curves in all the right places. An ass that I'd like to sink my teeth into, tits that would fit perfectly in the palms of my hands, and pouty little lips that would look so damn good wrapped around my cock. But shit, I’ve easily got fifteen years on her, what are the chances she’d even be interested?

The bathroom door snicks open, a cloud of steam rolling out. As if summoned from my dirty thoughts, Lennon steps into the room wearing nothing more than a threadbare towel.

Fuck me .

"Christ, little killer, did you leave any hot water for us?" Nix teases.

She scrunches her nose up and mocks him in a mumbled tone, tossing her bloodstained clothes on the floor near the dresser. The faint scent of the motel's citrus soap floods my nostrils as she edges closer, flickering her gaze between the two of us. "Can I borrow a t-shirt to sleep in?"

"Didn't you get clothes at the truck stop?" I ask, swallowing another mouthful of whiskey.

"Yeah, but it's a sweatshirt, I want something lighter to sleep in," she replies, finger-combing her damp tresses.

"You could just sleep naked like I do," Nix offers with a shrug.

Brows furrowing, she shifts her steely gaze to me, head tipping to the side as she asks, "Do you sleep naked?"

Her eyes are so damn intense, the weight of her stare bearing down on me as I contemplate what the best answer might be.

"Nope." I clear my throat. "Just in sweats, darlin'."

"Guess I'm sleeping with you then," she replies, a mischievous grin splitting her face.

Damn. I wonder how hard it'll be to keep my hands off her soft little body.

Downing the rest of my whiskey and pushing up to my feet, I cross the room and grab her a shirt from my duffle.

"Here," I say, tossing her a black t-shirt with the fading white Deviant Devils MC logo on the back.

"Thank you!" she sing-songs.

I turn, scooping up my bag and putting it on the dresser when Nix's choked, "Oh shit!" has me spinning around.

Oh shit is right.

The towel pools around Lennon's feet as she stands there in nothing more than her white panties, her pale pink nipples stiffening as the cool air of the room meets her flushed skin. My dick starts to thicken in my jeans as my eyes unwittingly rake over every inch of her exposed body.

She slips the shirt on, twisting around as she bends down to grab the towel off the floor. The curve of her ass cheeks peek out from beneath the hem of my shirt as she picks up the towel.

Fuck me.

Straightening, she strides across the room and throws the towel in the corner before plopping down on the bed I claimed.

Then she leans back against the headboard, crossing one slender leg over the other as she grabs the TV remote from the nightstand.

The low murmurs of the television fill the room as water beads off her damp hair, the fabric of my shirt plastering itself against her chest.

Not only is the outline of her perfect tits more visible, but so are her nipples. What I wouldn’t give to suck one of them into my mouth and have her arching her back in pleasure as…

Christ, I need some fucking air.

"I've gotta call Mav," I murmur, scrubbing a hand down my face as I head for the door.

Nix tips his head toward Lennon as he mixes himself another drink. "I'll keep an eye on her."

"Just don't kill each other," I call out over my shoulder as I pull open the door and step outside. The cool air rushes over me, as I adjust myself.

Fishing in my pockets for my pack of cigarettes, I make my way to the wooden picnic table at the edge of the lot and pull one out. I hit send on Mav's contact as I sink down on the bench.

With a swish of my wrist, the lid of the Zippo falls back and a flame climbs up to light the cigarette that's hanging from my lips.

It’s a nasty habit, and not one I do often but sometimes you just need a goddamn cigarette.

Mav answers on the second ring. "Took you long enough."

"Sorry Pres," I reply before taking a drag, the sweet burn of nicotine filling my lungs. "Lost track of time after the drop. Everything went off without a hitch, though."

He's silent as I take another drag of my cigarette, the cherry glowing brightly in the dark of night.

"Good," he finally says, and I blow out a breath. "How far did you make it?"

“Stopped off at a motel in Cedar Point, Pennsylvania," I say, unwedging the phone from between my shoulder and ear.

"Even better. I've got another run for you guys in that area. I know it's last minute, but the call came from a friend of a friend."

"What kind of a friend?" I ask suspiciously.

"The kind that having in our debt is a good move for the club and your wallet," he goes on to explain.

"Okay," I sigh, ash falling to the ground as I flick the cigarette. "Where at?"

"Hasson, West Virginia. You need to be there tomorrow and they'll give you the details for the exchange."

It isn't far out of our way, just a little further South. And even if it was, I know better than to say no to club business. The opportunity to keep Lennon around a little longer isn't exactly off-putting, either.

"We'll be there. Send me the location."

Without a goodbye, the line disconnects. I lean back against the picnic table, taking a few minutes to enjoy the mellow sounds of a calm night. Swirls of smoke surround me as I finish off my cigarette, stabbing out the butt on the sole of my boot.

I crack my neck as I stand, preparing myself for whatever the hell Nix and Lennon might be at each other's throats about when I walk back in there. I swear to god those two are like ticking time bombs just waiting to explode.

There's no screaming as I approach the door, so that's already a good sign. But then I twist the knob and step inside, and I can't believe what I'm fucking seeing.