by Hamel, B. B.
“Still thinking about that even though you killed a guy like an hour ago?” she asks.
“I’m always thinking of that with you,” I growl at her but manage to take a deep breath. “Right now though, we gotta take a trip.”
“A trip?” she asks.
I sigh. “Yeah. There’s a guy I’ve heard about, likes to hang out at that bar in town, the one we followed our target to. You remember it?”
“Sure,” she says. “Hammy’s, right?”
“Right,” I respond, nodding. “This guy, he’s a regular there. I heard some of Fish’s boys talking about him once, about how he knows everything that goes on in this city. I want to ask him some things.”
“Is that safe?” she asks, biting her lip.
“Not at all. But we have to do something and I can’t leave you here. So we’re both going.”
She nods slowly. “Okay then. I trust you.”
“Good girl.” I stand and walk over to her. I tilt her chin up. “Very good girl.”
I lean over and kiss her hungrily. I manage to break the kiss off before it goes any further.
We get back in the truck and hit the road not long later. She looks sexy with still damp hair and it takes all my strength not to make a detour between her legs.
Hammy’s is relatively empty in the middle of the day and we get a parking spot right next to the door. I think about telling her to stay put but I figure she’s safer right next to me. We get out and head into the bar, stepping from the bright afternoon sunlight into a windowless drab room with a single older woman tending bar.
There are a few guys sitting around. I don’t recognize any of them, but I know the one sitting at the very end with his back to the wall is our man.
“He goes by Fox,” I say softly to Allie. “I don’t know how much he knows but if our boy was coming here every day, chances are people in here know something.”
“Why do you think he’ll help us?” she asks me quietly.
“I don’t,” I admit. “But I’m hoping I can be persuasive.”
She gives me a worried look but I leave it at that. I head right over to the man, not bothering to wait around.
Fox is older, maybe in his sixties. Thin with silver hair, his expression is neutral and almost bored when I pull up a stool. He glances at me and Allie for a second before inclining his head.
“Are you the guy making all that trouble for Dean?”
I blink at him, taken off guard. “Excuse me?”
“Dean Fish,” he says, his voice clipped and proper. “Are you the one that’s been pissing him off?”
I clear my throat. “Probably,” I admit.
“Well, good for you then.” Fox gives me a wan little smile and swirls the drink in his glass, making the ice cubes clink together.
I clear my throat. “How do you know about me?”
“I hear things,” he admits. “Dean’s something of an old friend of the family. He doesn’t exactly love me but he doesn’t bother me either.”
“So you know about his business then?” I ask.
Fox lets out a soft chuckle. “You could say that. You’re an eager one, aren’t you?”
“I guess I don’t have a lot of time to play games.”
He looks at me again with that bored little smile. “I guess not.” He looks past me and at Allie, nodding slowly. “Sorry about your dad.”
I feel her go completely still. “Thanks,” she whispers.
“Shame how he went. But he was an asshole, after all.”
“Did you know him?” Her voice is strangely urgent.
“I knew him,” Fox says. “Came in here sometimes. He was a drunk and an asshole. He really enjoyed regaling everyone with his stories of derring-do. All of it completely fabricated, of course.”
I feel her smile slightly. “Sounds like him.”
“Shame he decided to try to make some of those stories come true.” Fox gives her another nod and looks at me. “You’re not so evil now, are you, Mr. Green?”
I wince when he says my last name. “Rowan. And it depends on who you ask. The corpse at my cabin right now would probably say I’m a cold son of a bitch.”
“Ah,” Fox says, musing slightly, apparently unperturbed by the mention of the dead body. “Cold and evil aren’t the same thing now, are they? Evil kills because evil likes to kill, enjoys it, has a passion for it. Cold kills because sometimes killing is necessary. Which one are you, Rowan?”
“I’m trying to quit the killing,” I say softly. “But your old family friend Dean Fish keeps dragging me back in.”
Fox lets out a beleaguered sigh. “I’m not surprised. Dean is very… persistent.”
“He’s an asshole.”
“That’s another way of putting it.”
I clench my jaw. The other guys in the bar are studiously looking away from this conversation and even the woman cleaning glasses is pretending like she’s not paying attention. I know I probably don’t have much more time.
“I need to know about Dean’s business,” I say to Fox. “I need to know about the drugs coming into Pine Grove.”
Fox raises an eyebrow. “Drugs, huh?”
“There has to be a place to keeps them. Warehouse somewhere maybe. Or a business he uses as a front.”
“Lots of businesses here,” Fox points out. “And Dean has a hand in all of them.”
“I need something,” I ask, starting to feel desperation shove its way through.
Fox watches me carefully, lips pursed before nodding thoughtfully. “There’s a house. This young woman’s father talked about it a few times, actually.”
I glance at Allie and back to Fox. “Where is it?”
“Edge of town, south side. It’ll be in that old neighborhood, Pine Breeze, I think it’s called. The house itself apparently looks abandoned from the outside…. But it’s not.”
I nod slowly. “I know that neighborhood.”
“That’s all I can tell you. I don’t know what you’ll find.”
“That’s more than enough.” I slide my stool back. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me,” Fox says, looking at his glass again. “Just repay me one day.”
I go very still. “I’m not killing anymore,” I say softly.
Fox smiles to himself. “No, no killing. But one day I might want something from you and I hope you’ll be willing to help.”
I stare at the old man for a long moment before nodding. “We’ll see.”
“Good luck, Rowan. And good luck, Allie.”
I turn away from Fox, take Allie by the arm, and lead her away from the bar. We exit and get into the truck as fast as we can and we’re on the road just moments later.
I let out a breath like I’ve been holding it this whole time. Allie stares at me.
“What now?” she asks.
“Now we’ve got a lead,” I say. “Whether it pans out or not…”
She’s quiet for a second. “I didn’t like him.”
“I didn’t either.”
“Creepy.”
“Yeah. Very creepy.”
She shivers a little bit and I take her hand. “It’ll be fine. I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” I clear my throat. “If there are drugs at that house, we’ll find them and we’ll use them against Fish.”
“How?”
I grin at her. “Still trust me?”
“I still trust you.”
“Good.” I glance down at her breasts and I feel that hunger rise up inside of me. “Now I’d better get you back to the motel before I do something stupid.”
“Like what?” she asks.
“You’ll see.” I hit the gas and hurry back to the room.
11
Allie
I’m worried on the drive back to the motel. I wish we were going to his cabin but I know we can’t do that anymore.
I keep seeing that man’s horrifying grin as he comes closer to me. I keep feeling his hand on my wris
t, bending it back, knocking the knife away. I was so powerless and pathetic and weak and I wish I could go back in time. I’d do something, anything. I’d fight him, at least.
But he held a gun to my head. I can’t be too upset about that. Anyone would’ve listened to him and gone along with what he wanted. Nobody’s brave enough to test a gun held to their head.
I just hate feeling powerless. I’m so tired of feeling powerless and pathetic. I’ve felt like that for so long because of my father, but he’s gone now.
Rowan parks the truck and kills the engine. He looks at me and I can see that glint in his eyes. I follow his gaze as it tracks down my chest and I know what he’s thinking. I can feel it too, beating through my blood, making my pussy turn wet between my legs.
“Even after all this, you still distract me,” he growls as he leans across the cab.
“You should keep your eyes to yourself,” I say playfully.
He growls with a little grin on his lips and grabs my hair, pulling me toward him. We kiss hard and quick, his tongue grazing along mine. I love his taste and the way he takes what he needs even if it’s wrong or messed up. I love how free he is and I crave more of it.
He gets out of the truck and I follow him, hurrying to keep up. My heart’s beating fast and I know what’s waiting for me up in that room.
He unlocks the door and flings it open, turning back to me. He pulls me against him and kisses me again. We stumble back into the room and the door slams shut behind us as I stumble up against the bed and tumble down on it, my hair spilling out around me.
He growls and unbuckles his belt. “Even when shit’s going wrong, you still look delicious,” he says. “Even when everything’s fucked, I still want a taste of you.” He takes his belt off and doubles it over, smacking his hand with it.
“What are you going to do with that?” I ask him, biting my lip.
He bends down and kneels in front of me. I watch him take my jeans off followed by my panties. He’s not wasting any time when he dips his fingers between my legs and teases my already soaked pussy.
He lets out a soft little grunt. “Look at you,” he says as I purr my pleasure. “You’re already dripping. You knew this was coming, didn’t you?”
“I keep thinking about it.”
“I bet you do. You keep thinking about my big cock between your legs.”
“I keep thinking about riding it,” I moan.
I feel his tongue between my legs then, lapping me up like a starving man. He licks every inch of me, lips from bottom to top. He sucks and teases my clit and I gasp, rolling my hips, arching my back.
He reaches up and rips the top of my Henley open. Two buttons pop off, rolling onto the floor. He pulls it wide and palms my breasts, kissing my chest before pulling the Henley up and off. It hits the floor with the rest of my clothes, quickly followed by my bra.
I’m naked under his hands so fast I barely even realize it. I can’t believe how comfortable I feel being naked around him. I guess it helps when his hands are all over my skin, his lips kissing mine, his palms and fingers teasing my breasts and pussy.
I moan until his kiss before he grabs my hips and rolls me over. I gasp when he spanks my ass with his belt.
“Rowan,” I moan.
He chuckles, a dark thing. He spreads my ass open and licks me top to bottom, making me moan again. The pain from the belt slowly ebbs as his tongue works its magic. He sinks his fingers deep inside my pussy.
And spanks my ass with his belt again.
I gasp as pleasure and pain mix. He does it again and again. He’s not hitting me with the belt too hard, but hard enough to make it sting as his fingers slide deeper and faster. I groan, confused and loving every minute of it.
He licks me again, tonguing my ass up and down. I clench the bedspread when he slaps my ass one more time. I’m going to have a welt there, I just know it, but I don’t have time to think before he turns me onto my back and kisses me.
I can taste myself on his tongue. I reach forward and unbutton his jeans. He pulls them off, kicking them aside, followed by his boxer briefs. I sit up and take his massive cock in my hands, stroking him up and down and staring into his eyes.
“Look at you, pretty girl,” he whispers. “So fucking sexy. You’re ready to taste me whenever I want, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, half moan.
“I know it,” he says. “I know what you need, and you need this.”
He pushes me onto my back and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He spreads my legs wide and slowly sinks his cock deep inside my tight little pussy.
I gasp as he glides inside. I’m so wet he sinks in easily, like he’s not enormous and stretching me to pieces. I moan and roll my hips as he starts to fuck me, palming my breasts. He leans forward and kisses me as he grinds his big cock deep inside my tight little cunt.
I moan into his kiss. God, he feels amazing. I feel like I’m being stretched apart and it’s like heaven. I love the way his muscles flex, so hard and strong. I love the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he fucks me however he wants. I love the way he makes me feel.
He thrusts faster, making my breasts bounce. He growls and I can feel his eyes taking in my body. I love the way he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.
“You’re a goddamn prize,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re a perfect fucking prize.”
“You think you won me?” I whisper back.
“No. I think I took you and now I’m going to keep you.”
I moan as he fucks me harder. He rips into me, taking me like an animal. I gasp and dig my fingernails into his back but that doesn’t slow him down at all. He growls and tears into me, deep rough thrusts riding hard and fast between my legs, his enormous cock rock hard and stretching me wide.
He grunts and pulls back. He drags me on top of him and makes me ride his cock. I love sinking back down along his shaft. I love feeling him slowly fill me up. I love the way he looks at me, right into my eyes as I rock my hips and ride his huge dick up and down, tits bouncing.
He palms my breasts and sucks my nipples as I ride him faster. I’m so ripe right now and I know I’m getting close. I groan into his ear and ride him faster, faster, sweat starting to roll down my skin from the hard work. This is what I need, what I dream of, what I live for.
He growls and slaps my ass, right where he hit me with the belt. I moan in pleasure and pain as I bear down on him and ride him faster. His thick cock is spreading me wide but I don’t stop, breasts bouncing, skin on fire with pleasure and pain.
“Come on, girl,” he whispers, spanking me again. “You think you know what it means to hurt?”
“Fuck, Rowan,” I moan back.
“You have no clue. Ride that big fucking cock. Ride it like your life depends on it. I want to feel how bad you want me sunk deep inside that tight little cunt of yours.”
I moan and gasp his name as I ride back and push hard with my legs. I’m riding him rough and deep using my back and ass, and god, it feels so good. I feel so alive, my body on fire with pleasure and pain as he slaps my round ass again.
He growls and rips me off him. He pushes me forward, on his knees behind me, pushing me down onto the bed. He grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back as he fucks me deep from behind, his cock rocking into my pussy.
I let him take me. I let him fuck me rough and hard and deep and all I need or want is to moan his name over and over again. “Rowan,” I pant. “Oh, god, Rowan. Fuck me, you asshole. Fuck me.”
He rips into my pussy, growling and groaning. We’re sweating and fucking and god, I’m so close I can taste it.
“Come for me, you bad fucking girl,” he gasps, slapping my ass. He releases my wrists and pulls my hair. “Come on my big fat cock. Show me how bad you need it.”
I gasp and moan his name and slide back. I feel him reach around my hip to rub a finger along my clit and that’s all I need.
I come in a burst of pl
easure. It explodes through me like lightning. I can barely breathe as it overtakes me and my body goes into spasms.
He’s relentless as he fucks me through it. He’s an animal taking what he wants and my pussy is his meal. I can’t move or do anything but come, over and over again, and he doesn’t stop for one second.
Until I feel him fill me up. I feel his cum before I hear him groan in that way he does. Rowan fucks me and comes inside of me and I’m his, every inch of me is his, his, his.
When we’re finished, we collapse onto the bed together. I curl up against him, breathing heavy and sweating and feeling so alive.
“That’s right,” he whispers, kissing me softly. “We’ll be okay.”
He holds me and I believe him. I know he’s right. I know everything is going to be fine, just so long as I keep him close.
I stay in his arms and I don’t want to go anywhere.
12
Rowan
The truck rolls slowly into the Pine Breeze neighborhood and I feel my stomach do turns.
I’m never nervous like this on a fucking hit. I glance over at Allie and I feel that twisting in my gut again. I almost let out a growl of frustration but I stifle it, shoving it aside.
I push everything aside. I refuse to think about Allie or my fears or what might go wrong. I have to stay focused on this right here and now.
She’s depending on me.
“You stay in the truck,” I say to her.
“Okay,” she answers immediately.
“I’m serious. I can’t have you sneaking in behind me.”
“I won’t.”
I glance at her. “That’s what you said last time.”
“I promise.”
I sigh. “I believe you,” I say, even though I don’t. I just don’t have another choice.
We roll slowly down the street. It’s an older neighborhood with a narrow lane. The houses are all more or less the same, single-story buildings with wide windows. Some of them have clearly been expanded with dormers and additions and all that, but mostly they’re exactly the same.
