Filthy Bastard by Madison Faye
Chapter Ten
Killian
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Yeah,” I growl, running a hand over my hair and then raking my fingers down the stubble on my chin.
“How many?” Owen growls.
I frown, thinking back to the madness of the gunfight. Two from the front door, two coming in the kitchen side door, the two in the car, and then the one, maybe two I got through the windows. “Seven, maybe eight?” I mutter.
“Shit, Killian,” he swears into the phone.
“Well, they’re dead.”
“And wheat about the girl?”
“She’s with me. We’re good.”
“Where are you?”
“Further out on the Cape. I decided to keep some space between us and Boston with what just went down.”
“Yeah, smart.”
“Hey, you sure I can’t get Grey’s burner number? I should fill him in about all of—”
“Nah, sorry, brother. He wanted me to take point on everything while he’s gone. And you know Grey with OpSec. No sharing the phone means no sharing the fucking phone, you know?”
I grin. Yeah, I know, and I know Grey and his hardline with rules.
“So, where are you?”
I glance around as I lean against the bike. “Just outside Orleans at this little motel called the Crab Shack Inn.
Owen snorts. “Sound like a nice place. You having fun?”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“You know what the fucking I mean. I saw your intel stuff on Leonard. I’ve seen the girl you’ve got in that little cozy motel, pal. So, you having some fun?”
I force a laugh. “Nah, man. This is business.”
I frown. I’m not sure why I’m not telling him about Nicole, and whatever this is. Maybe it’s a just a desire to keep the club and my life in the Bastards separate from the goodness that Nicole is.
“Just trying to say alive, man.”
Owen clears his throat, and I can hear the sound of his Zippo lighting a cigarette.
“Well, sit tight. I’ll talk to Grey and we’ll figure out what the fuck to do next here with the daughter. When Leonard figures out she’s been taken, shits going to—”
“Nah, he won’t know she was taken or anything. We’ve got it sorted.”
He pauses.
“What do you mean ‘we’ve’ got it sorted?”
“Nic—the girl, she’s calling her folks, and she’s just telling them she headed back to New York.”
The phone is silent for a long, long few seconds.
“I’m sorry, fucking what?”
“Owen, I know how it sounds, but Nicole is good with this. She’s fully aware of who her dad is and the people he works with. I’m outside, she’s in the motel room calling her parents right now, and—”
“Fucking hell, Kill!” Owen roars. “Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?”
“Relax, man,” I growl. “Trust me, she’s on our team with this.”
“Oh, fantastic, dipshit,” he snarls. “So fucking glad to hear she’s ‘on our team.’” He swears. “So, you fucked her, then.”
I scowl. “What?”
“You definitely fucked her, because why the fuck else would be you be blind enough to assume she’s not calling the fucking police right now?”
“She’s not, Owen,” I growl.
“Damnit!” he swears. “God fucking damnit, Killian.”
“Owen, you need to trust me on this one.”
“Trust the guy thinking with his cock, yeah, fuckin’ great idea,” he grumbles.
I hear him take a long pull from his cigarette.
“Fuck. Fine. Maybe we can scare Leonard into giving himself up through her.”
The idea makes me scowl, but I say nothing.
“Alright, dipshit,” he growls. “Sit tight. I’m going to talk to Grey and I’ll call you back.”
“Sounds good,” I grumble.
“Maybe try and keep your dick out of the target’s daughter, huh?”
“Anything else, brother,” I snarl quietly.
He sighs. “No. Just sit tight. Crab Shack Inn in Orleans, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
He hangs up, and I scowl as I put my phone away.
Shit.
I know he’s wrong about all of this, and definitely wrong about Nicole, but that doesn’t mean I’m not mulling it over as I glare over at the motel room door. Suddenly, in the distance, I hear the sound of a siren coming my way, and my blood runs cold. But the firetruck it belongs to blares right on past the motel, headed somewhere else, and I shake my head.
Get your shit together.
I head back to the room, and when I open the door, Nicole gasps as she whirls, covering herself with a towel before she smiles.
“Oh, hey,” she says softly, grinning at me.
“You think I was room service or something?”
She giggles. “Does this place even have room service?”
“Hell no.”
My eyes sweep over her near nudity, drinking her in as my cock stirs.
“We should probably get clothes,” I growl.
She giggles. “Probably.”
“The front office sells Cape Cod shirts. I’ll grab one and head up to the Walmart we passed and get you some clothes.”
She winks. “Awww, going shopping for me?” she teases.
“Not willingly. If it were up to me, I’d have you naked forever,” I growl hungrily.
She blushes as I walk into her, pulling her into my arms.
“That’s your way, huh?”
“Yeah,” I growl. “It is.”
She gasps as I yank the towel away from her, and when my lips crush to hers, she moans eagerly. I growl, pulling her into me and staggering over to the bed. Her hands and mine both tear my jeans open, and I shove them and my boxers down as I crash down onto the edge of the bed.
Nicole slides into my lap, and I growl as her bare, slick pussy drags up my length. My hands grip her tight ass firmly, and her eyes hold mine as she centers my cock and then starts to lower herself. She moans eagerly, sinking down onto my fat cock, taking every damn inch as her face crumples in pleasure.
I grunt, kissing her deeply and thrusting up, giving her all of me. I know she can take every inch, and when she moans wildly, I groan, my cock swelling. My head is so fucking deep in her, and her body undulates as she rises up, only to sink right back down. She gasps into my mouth, kissing me hungrily and running her hands over my broad shoulders and chest as she starts to move faster.
I growl, one hand gripping her ass, the other sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. Muscles coil, skin rubs against skin, and the slick sounds of her sweet little cunt bouncing up and down every inch of my big cock fill the room. She rolls her hips, squeezing me so deep as she guides that sweet pussy up and down, and my balls ache for release.
Her eyes meet mine, and we just hold each other’s gaze, fire blazing between us as our breaths come ragged and our bodies rock together.
“Killian,” she gasps.
“Let me feel you come, dirty girl,” I groan, pumping into her, feeling her stretch so tight around me. “Let me feel that sweet girl come drip down my fucking balls.”
She gasps, squeezing in pleasure as she clamps down on me. She smashes her lips to mine, and I growl like a beast as I just hold her like that, pumping up into her, fucking her little pussy over and over until suddenly, she just explodes on me. She cries out into my mouth, gasping and moaning, and I can feel her cream flooding my cock as she comes like a firecracker.
Her walls flutter and grip me tight and feeling her come is the last I can take. With a growl, I bury my thickness to the hilt in her and just let go, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep in her little cunt, until I can feel it spurting out from around where we join.
She collapses onto me, panting and brushing her lips over my skin as I just hold her tight.
I’m fucking losing myself in this girl. And damn does it feel good to be lost.
