by Hamel, B. B.
His growls and fingers me, and god, it all feels so good. I come hard, the orgasm ripping through me, and I’m lost in bliss.
Slowly I start to come down. I’m panting and sweating. I take big gulps of the air outside as he slowly takes his hand away, smirking. He cleans his fingers off with his mouth and cocks his head.
“Still bored?” he asks.
I can only laugh a little in response, my body still twitching from the orgasm.
“Shit,” he says suddenly, sitting up straight. “He’s moving.”
I bite my lip. “Gotta follow him.”
He stares at me, conflicted. “Stay here,” he says finally. “I’ll do this on foot. Don’t move, okay?”
“I’m okay,” I say dreamily. “It’s okay.”
He sighs. “Just stay,” he says and gets out of the truck. I watch him walk across the street like I’m in a daze.
I lean back in the seat and smile to myself. God, that was filthy and wrong and god, did it feel so good. If his fingers can make me feel like that…
He’s a beautiful monster. And he can make me feel things I never, ever pictured.
6
Rowan
Five minutes after getting out of the truck I lose him.
Of course I fucking lose him. All the bastard has to do is climb into his beat-up old sedan and drive off into traffic. Since I decided it would be a good idea to follow him on foot, there was nothing I could do.
Cursing, I head back to the truck. Allie’s getting herself together and blinks at me as I approach.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“Lost him,” I grunt at her. I can’t feel angry with her since it’s not her damn fault. I’m the one that thought it would be a good idea to pass the time that way.
“Shit,” she says. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. We’ll find him again.” I climb into the truck and sit there for a second, gathering my thoughts.
I knew she’d be a distraction. I’ve never done something like this with another person around before, let alone a woman like Allie. All I can think about when she’s around is what it’d be like to have her tight cunt wrapped around my cock. And we both know that’s happening sooner rather than later.
But I’ve never actually lost a mark before. I gotta admit, it pisses me off more than a little bit.
I know I don’t want to be out here killing again. This isn’t my idea of a job worth doing. I want to be somewhere else trying to make a normal life but I’m fucking stuck. So if I’m going to go back to my old killing ways, I’d better do a damn good job of it.
There’s a reason I’m still alive and still free after killing for the East Coast crime families for over a decade. I was smart and careful and I never got caught. I made everyone happy and I was never the target, always the shooter. I played the game and I fucking won and it’s all because I kept my concentration at all times.
This, though, I fucked this up already. I wanted to keep an eye on Andrew all day and really get a sense for the kind of guy he is before making a move. Now I’m going to have to start all over from scratch.
“Come on,” I growl at her and start the engine. I roll the windows up and turn on the AC.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Back home.”
I put the truck in gear and pull out. She watches me with a little frown on her face.
“What do we do now?” she asks.
“Now we go back and wait,” I tell her. “Tomorrow I’ll follow him alone.”
She’s quiet again as we drive. We leave town and head out toward my cabin before she finally speaks up again.
“I don’t want to be left alone,” she says softly.
I glance over at her. “You’ll be fine at my place.”
“No,” she says quickly. “I won’t.”
I keep my eyes on the road. I’m annoyed but I have to try not to take it out on her. I need to keep reminding myself what she’s been through. I can’t be a fucking asshole to her just because she’s having a rough time.
Truth is, I want to make her happy. I just don’t want her to fuck this hit up and get us both killed.
“What do you need?” I finally ask her as we pull off the back road and start up my semi-hidden driveway.
“I don’t know,” she admits. “It’s just, I’ve been alone for so long and now I don’t…” She trails off, shaking her head.
I sigh to myself. If this were the old me, back before I left New York and came here, I’d tell the girl to go fuck herself. I’d throw her out of the truck and tell her to find her own way home. I never would’ve risked myself or my business for anyone or anything.
But I’m not that man anymore. I’m trying very hard to be better than that.
“All right,” I say quietly as I park the truck. I look over at her and stare into those pretty eyes and look over those plump, gorgeous lips. “But we’re going to have to get something out of the fucking way first.”
She cocks her head. “What?” she asks.
“Get inside.” I climb out the truck and start toward the door.
I hear her follow slowly. I step in and hold the door open, letting her slip past me before shutting it and turning in her direction.
She cocks her head as I approach. My heart’s hammering in my chest and my cock’s already half hard.
“You’re a distraction,” I say softly. “You know that? I’m distracted thinking about this tight little pussy.”
She bites her lip. “Oh, yeah? You think it’s my fault?”
I growl a little and step closer to her. I grab her hair and drag her over toward the kitchen, pushing her up against the counter, pinning her there with my body.
“Damn right it’s your fault,” I whisper in her ear. “Without you I never would’ve left the truck and let him get away.” I feel her hips and lift her shirt up. It slides off easily and I let out a loose little grunt as I kiss her neck.
“You’re a distraction,” I whisper again, unhooking her bra. She lets it slide off and I palm her breasts, teasing her nipples. “A delicious fucking distraction.”
She lets out a soft moan and I kiss her hard. I taste her deep, tongue in her mouth.
God damn, this is what I need. I grab at her jean shorts, unbuttoning them. I practically rip them off her body, kneeling down in front of her to kiss her stomach, legs, and pussy. She lets out a gasp and I run my hands down her legs before pushing her panties aside and gently lapping her up.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I growl. She’s already wetter than I would’ve expected, considering she got off not too long ago. But I know what she needs right now.
I stand back up and she grasps at my pants, unbuckling my belt, zipping down the fly. I let her pull them down, the buckle hitting the tile floor, before she pulls off my boxer briefs. I kiss her hard as she takes my shaft in both hands, letting out a groan when she feels my size.
“Shit,” she breathes, looking down at my cock.
I smirk at her. “I told you, you’ve never seen anything like it.”
She bites her lip, eyes wide. I grab her chin and kiss her as she works me in long strokes with both hands.
I growl and palm her breasts. I kiss her hard before lifting her up onto the counter. I peel off her panties before spreading her legs wide and licking her pussy top to bottom.
“Shit,” she gasps and grabs my hair. I force her legs wider and lick her, parting her lips with my tongue. I lick her little hard clit in circles before sucking it and tonguing it some more. She groans, rolling her hips, back curled forward, fingers grabbing my hair hard.
“Fucking hell, girl,” I grunt. “You’re goddamn delicious.”
I kiss her inner thighs and pull her off the counter. She kisses me, throwing herself against my body and I pull her tight. I kiss her lips, letting her taste the pussy still lingering on my tongue. She moans as my fingers find her clit again, teasing her, sliding two up inside and back out.
She drops t
o her knees suddenly and looks up at me. “I don’t want to be a distraction,” she says.
“Then give me what I want,” I grunt, blood ringing in my ears.
She takes my cock between her pretty lips and I swear I nearly pass out. I fucking groan as she sucks my tip and slowly moves down my shaft, taking as much into her mouth as she can. It’s not even half my length and girth but that’s fine, I love that she’s trying. She sucks me slowly at first before moving faster. Her pretty mouth moves up and down, head bobbing like she’s always been sucking cock this way. I groan and grab her hair, pushing her down lower.
She gags but I don’t pull her back. I let her stay there, my cock buried in her throat. I finally pull her back and she takes a gasping breath, taking my cock in both of her hands and working her spit along the shaft. I groan watching her stroke me two-handed, pleasure ringing through my whole body.
I push her back down and fuck her pretty lips. I love watching my cock slide into her mouth and back out, her sexy full lips wrapped around my shaft as she struggles to take my whole cock.
I pull her back and lean down, getting onto one knee. I kiss her hard and tease her breasts, one hand drifting down between her legs. She groans as I stroke her pussy with my fingers.
I pull her up again and turn her around, bending her over the counter. I spank her ass nice and hard and lean over her, whispering into her ear.
“I want to hear you ask for it,” I whisper.
“Please,” she says.
“Say it,” I command.
“Fuck me.”
I growl and press my cock against her soaking cunt. I hover there on the edge of ecstasy before plunging myself deep inside of her.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as I slide myself deep inside her.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groan. “Fuck, girl. You’re goddamn tight.”
“Shit,” she moans, rolling her hips. I slide myself deeper until I’m filling her completely, my huge cock spreading her pussy wide open.
I grind myself inside her before slowly dipping back and pushing forward. I start to fuck her, kissing her neck, fist in her hair. She moans and whispers my name as I fill her tight cunt deeper and deeper.
I love the way she wiggles her hips as I fill her, the way she pants my name, the way her pussy lips grip my shaft. I fuck her deeper and faster, slapping her ass now nice and hard. She gasps and I pull her hair. I can feel myself starting to lose it completely.
I’ve been nice to her so far but I don’t think I can be nice for much longer.
I growl and pull her away from the kitchen. I kiss her, dragging her into the living room. I sit down and pull her on top of me, letting her straddle me and slide back down my shaft. She starts to ride slow at first while I lick her nipples and suck them, teasing them pink and hard.
She moans as she rides faster. I run my hands along her fit back and slap her tight ass. She moves faster, taking my big cock deeper and deeper, gasping and groaning. We’re both starting to sweat now as we fuck.
I love the way she rides my cock. I love the way she moans then begs for more. I hear her whispering my name and I can barely contain myself.
“Faster,” I command her. “I want to see you come on this big dick. I want to feel you come on my big hard cock.”
“Shit,” she moans as I slam up inside of her. I fuck her rough and hard and she takes over, pushing back with her ass and sliding down my shaft.
I growl and grab her ass, spreading her wide. She rides me faster, panting and moaning. “Oh my god,” she gasps. “Oh, god. Fuck me, Rowan. Fuck me.”
I thrust into her harder. We’re grinding and fucking and it feels so goddamn good. Her pussy’s tight and her body’s perfect and I need every inch of this girl.
I bite her lip and fuck her fast and slap her ass rough. She groans as I whisper in her ear. “You feel fucking perfect,” I say. “Your tight cunt is fucking perfect. God, you feel incredible. I could fuck and fill you up forever, you dirty fucking girl. Take this big cock and show me how you come, you dirty fucking girl.”
She rides me faster and faster and I can tell she’s nearly there. “Oh, god, yes,” she gasps. “Oh, god, yes.”
I slap her ass hard and slam inside of her. We don’t stop until she’s grabbing onto my shoulders, mouth wide open, pants and gasps coming out fast.
Her orgasm takes over. I can feel her coming on my fat cock but I’m merciless. I keep fucking her fast, slamming up inside her pussy, grabbing her hips and pushing harder. I want her to come until she passes out from the pleasure.
“Oh, fuck me, Rowan,” she gasps. I keep going like an animal pounding inside of her, my body tense and ringing with pleasure.
As she finishes, I pull her off me. She kneels on the couch and takes my cock in her mouth immediately, sucking me fast and hard.
I roar my pleasure as I come between her pretty lips. I come hard in her mouth and throat but she doesn’t stop. She sucks me faster and swallows every single drop.
“Fuck, girl,” I growl as I finish. We’re both panting and she collapses against me, sweating and smiling and happy.
“That was…”
“Fucking good,” I say.
“It was amazing,” she whispers then looks up at me. “I’ve only been with one other guy.”
I smirk at her and kiss her softly. “That’s okay. I can teach you a lot more.”
She nuzzles up against my chest, a smile on her lips.
I hold her like that for a while. It feels good just being normal people for a little bit. It feels good just sitting here naked together.
“Next time we go out,” I say softly in her ear, “I’m fucking you before we leave. No more distractions.”
She looks up at me with a smile on her face. I kiss her softly.
“Whatever you want,” she whispers.
The best words in the world.
7
Allie
Over the next few days, we follow Rowan’s target and watch him carefully.
I don’t know the guy’s name and he won’t tell me. I think he’s keeping it from me in case I start to feel something about killing the guy, but I know that’s not going to happen.
Every time I see him, I think about my father. I think about the way he ruined our family and drank away our money and eventually started beating me just because he hated his own existence. I think about my father and I realize that some people just deserve it.
But following someone around is actually pretty exhausting. We’re up early and out late watching the guy’s house and all his movements. He’s surprisingly boring actually, although I guess that’s normal. He goes to the bar and gets drunk half the day, goes to another bar and drinks some more, gets some fast food for dinner, and then watches TV until he passes out. Once he went to see a movie with a friend but otherwise the guy seems like he lives his entire existence in and out of bars.
After the third day, we’re up early again. I drink some coffee in the kitchen while Rowan takes a shower. When he’s done, he comes out wearing only a towel, water still glistening on his gorgeous chest.
I stare at him trying not to let my desire become too obvious.
“I’m going to do it tonight,” he says gently.
I blink for a second, trying to come back to myself. “Tonight?”
He grunts and pours some coffee. “Fish is gonna start getting impatient and I don’t think this is going to be a hard job. Usually I’d follow him for longer but I don’t feel like there’s time.”
I feel my heart beating fast. “So you’re killing him tonight.”
He pauses and looks at me over his mug. “Yeah. That’s the idea.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He watches me for another long moment. “You know that’s what I do,” he says. “You got a problem with it now?”
“No,” I say quickly. “I don’t, I just, I don’t know.”
He smirks a little bit, danger behind those glinting eyes. “Now it’s real,” he says.
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br /> “I guess so.”
“Well, don’t worry. I’m not bringing you.”
I have to admit, I’m pretty surprised even though I probably shouldn’t be.
“There’s no way I’m sitting out,” I snap at him. “No freaking way.”
“You want to watch a man die?”
“No,” I say, recoiling.
“You want to watch me murder a man?” he asks again, coming closer. “Is that what you want?”
“No,” I say. “I just put all this time into following him and now…”
“It’s not some fucking game, Allie,” he snaps at me. His tone is angry but his eyes are cold and calculating. “Following the fucker around maybe felt like one but we’re doing a dark and fucked-up business here. I’m not about to let you get sucked into that when I’m trying to get out of it myself.”
I feel my anger bristle at that. “You’re a hypocrite then,” I snap at him. “You kill my dad but you won’t even let me help you?”
He looks surprised and his anger slowly drains away to something calmer.
“This whole situation is foreign to me,” he says gently and walks over to the table. He hesitates before sitting down across from me. “I never worked with someone else before. I never had someone live with me. Hell, I’ve always been single.”
“So what? We’re not married.”
He cracks a smile. “Not yet at least.”
I give him a look. “I put in the effort. I want to help.”
“No. It’s not happening.”
I clench my jaw. “You think you’re protecting me, but you’re not helping anything.”
I stand up and leave the table without another word. He sighs and tries to follow but his towel slips. I glance back and watch him fixing it, a growl in the back of his throat.
I close my bedroom door and sit on the floor, my back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing heavy. I feel like a stupid little girl again and I’m intensely aware of acting like a petulant teenager out there.
