Filthy Bastard by Madison Faye

Chapter Twelve

Killian

Inside the store, I watch Nicole as I gas up the bike outside. She smiles at the cashier as she pays for the toothbrushes and other toiletries we don’t have, and goddamn does that smile just light of the whole damn world. The sun glances off of her long red hair like fire, and I just keep fucking smiling as I stare at her.

Fuck, she’s amazing. I want her, yes—in every conceivable way a man could want a woman. But there’s a whole lot more to it too. I don’t just “want” her, I’m fucking falling for her—like really, seriously falling.

Or if we’re being honest, I already have, in a major way.

My pulse quickens as I watch her pick up the bag of stuff and turn to walk out of the mini-mart. The sun shines over her, and, well, maybe a little through the shirt I picked up for her earlier.

…There’s a chance I bought that shirt on purpose.

She runs a hand through her hair, and fuck if my cock doesn’t swell rock hard in my jeans. I growl, squeezing the gas nozzle tight as my eyes just fucking drink her in. She looks up as she walks over, and when she catches me staring, she blushes and grins shyly. I finish filling up as she gets to the bike and rack the nozzle before I put a leg over the bike and get on.

“Busted,” she grins.

“Yeah? What, staring at you?”

She nods, blushing.

“Get used to it,” I growl as she giggles and stuffs our supplies into the saddlebag. She starts to get on behind me, but I stop her.

“Nah, right here, princess,” I groan, patting the bike in front of me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

One, I want my arms around her, and two…

I grin.

Two is, the bike is, well, more fun for a girl if she’s sitting up front, especially an older one like this with the big bump of the tank bulging up between my legs. Nicole definitely at least partially gets my meaning, and she bites her lip, eying me with hooded eyes as she swings a leg over and settles in front of me.

I had to guess at the size of her pants, but fuck, I’m either a hidden talent at women’s fashion, which is unlikely, or just lucky. Either way, those fuckin’ yoga pants are painted onto her ass and legs, and I growl as she nestles her tight butt against me.

The bike rumbles to life, and she gasps. She glances back at me, her cheeks flushed.

“Everything okay?”

“Umm… mhmm,” she says quickly.

I grin. “You sure?”

I rev the engine hard, and she gasps.

“Y—yes?”

“Feels alright?”

She turns and looks at me sharply, the full realization of why I want her in front really settling in.

“You sneaky—”

“Hang on,” I growl into her ear, making her shiver. “Here we go.”

We roar off, her gasping moans fluttering through my ears as we thunder down the road. We drive further onto the Cape, past sleepy towns and lobster and crab shacks getting ready for tourist season. It’s not aimless—I know where we’re going, and I know we’ll be safe laying low there.

See, I liked Grey’s grandparent’s place so much that I went out and got one for myself. Unlike Grey’s, I got mine in fucking abysmal condition—a real dump that needed serious work. But I’ve been slowing improving it for almost two years now, and it’s coming together. Plus, it’s way out on the Cape, which I kind of like.

Like Grey’s place, mine reminds me of my Gran’s place, from growing up.

I take the side roads, pulling off one and then the other until I get to the gravely shore road that winds down to the house. Finally, we pull up out front of it, and I turn the engine off, only to realize Nicole is practically trembling. The bike is barely off before she suddenly whirls, wrapping her arms and legs around me and slamming her mouth to mine.

I growl, grabbing her tight and tasting those lips as she moans into my lips.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, kissing me hungrily as I grin.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she groans as we melt together.

She kisses me wildly, yanking my shirt up and running her hands over my bare chest as I toss it away. Hers is right behind, and though she glances around for a second, she pretty quickly realizes there’s no-one around us with how remote the house is. She moans as I tug her bra away, pulling her into me and growling as I feel those hard-pink nipples drag over my chest. She works at my belt, yanking it open and tugging on my zipper feverishly as I do the same to her jeans.

I growl, sliding off the bike and dragging her with me. She moans as I spin her around, bending her over the bike and yanking her jeans and panties down to her knees. We’ll have time to tease and drag it out and take our time later. This one is pure fucking need, for both of us.

My jeans hit the ground, and I’ve instantly got one hand around my thick cock and the other gripping her ass. I ease my swollen head against her pretty pink, dripping wet pussy, and she moans eagerly as I slide into her. Fuck, she’s so wet and she’s still so fucking tight. I groan in pleasure as I slowly sink into her, filling her with inch after fat inch until I’ve got my cock balls deep in her little cunt.

Nicole cries out, gripping the bike hard as she looks back at me with lust in her eyes. She brings one knee up into the bike seat, and I groan at the feel of her pussy rippling around me. I slide out, gripping her ass tight with both hands as I drive right back inside her to the hilt. She moans eagerly, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as I do it again, sliding out until just my head is inside, then sinking right back in.

It’s hard, and rough, and fast, and pretty soon, we’re both moaning as my abs smack against her tight ass. I reach up and cup her breasts, teasing her nipples with one hand while I bring my hand down with a sharp spank on her ass. Nicole goes wild, thrusting back to meet me and getting even wetter and tighter every time I spank her.

My balls boil with cum, and my muscles ripple and strain as I hold her tight and just start to fuck the hell out of her. She cries out, and I groan as I feel her orgasm rippling through her—her walls tightening like a slick, velvet vice around my cock as her climax shudders through her. I groan, and I keep going, fucking her right through her orgasm as I feel my own begin to boil over.

I pull her up, twisting her head and crushing my lips to hers as I plunge into her. My big hands roam her body like she’s my little plaything—teasing her nipples, playing with her clit, and gripping her hips as I plunge my thick cock into her over and over, until suddenly, I know I’m not going to last another second.

My fingers slide between her legs, rolling her clit in circles as I grip her neck and kiss her hard, and suddenly, she’s exploding again. And that’s the last straw I can take.

I roar as I plunge as deep into that sweet little cunt as I can as I feel her coming on me. My balls twitch, my muscles clench tight, and I grunt as my cum begins to pump into her—hot, sticky blast after blast filling her little pussy up to the brim as we both grip either other tightly and gasp for air.

Slowly, we come to a stop, panting as we sink against the bike. I slip out of her, groaning as I see some of my cum drip down her thigh, like it’s my mark on her. She starts to reach down to pull her pants back up, but I grin and shake my head.

“There’s no one even close to this place.”

She arches a brow, biting her lip. “Au natural?”

“If that means ‘you without as stitch of clothing on for me to ogle at my pleasure, then yes,” I growl, grinning. “Fuck yes.”

She beams at me, wagging her brows as she steps out of and kicks her pants and panties away. I do the same, and she takes my hand as she turns to truly take in the sight of the house for the first time.

“Oh, wow,” she murmurs, her eyes bright as she takes in the glow of the setting sun over the ocean right past the small house. She giggles as she turns to me. “This place is gorgeous!”

I smile. “Come on.”

She holds my hand tight as I lead her to the front door and use my key to unlock it. We step inside, and when I look at her, I grin seeing how she’s beaming at the place in wonder.

“It needs work…”

“No,” she murmurs softly, looking around. “I mean, yeah, sure, but it’s so gorgeous.”

I shrug. “It’s a work in progress.”

She grins. “Aren’t we all?”

I toss our clothes onto the couch and move close to kiss her, when my phone goes off. I growl.

“Hang on.”

I pluck the damn thing out of my jeans and frown. Shit, it’s Owen, and I realize that in the madness of getting away from the motel earlier, and in my Nicole-haze, I’ve never actually checked in with him to let him know what the fuck happened with the mob showing up again.

“What the fuck happened?” He roars when I pick up. I wince.

Shit.

“Hey, brother,” I growl.

“Killian! What the fuck happened at the motel?”

I frown. “Owen—”

“Killian, we’re done with this cowboy shit, okay?”

“Listen, Owen, we were out, man. We weren’t in the room when they rolled up.”

“Well where are you now?”

My frown deepens. “What do you mean?”

“Where are you and the girl? I mean right now, where the hell are you, exactly?”

I shake my head. “I’m—”

And suddenly, something stops me—something cold, and something that chills me to the fucking core. I turn, my eyes landing on Nicole sitting nude on the couch, bathed in the sunset through the window with a blanket casually around her shoulders.

“What the fuck happened at the motel?”

Except, that’s not the real question. The real question is, how did Owen know about the motel? My wheels in my head begin to turn, and slowly, they start to take me dark, dark directions. How does he know about the motel? How did the mob know about the motel? Or the fucking safe house before that?

The car might’ve been but probably wasn’t bugged. The bike definitely wasn’t. Our clothes are new, and I believe Nicole that casually tracing cell phones is something out of a spy movie. There should be nothing that linked the mob to Grey’s house, less that led them to the motel.

And yet…

My jaw tightens, and suddenly, it’s like a knife slipping into my ribs.

Oh fuck.

Except, there is a link between them and the house, and then the motel. It’s one link, and in fact, it’s the same link for each time. I don’t want to even think it, or let my mind go there, because so much of me wants to say there’s no fucking possible way it’s true.

…But I’m fresh out any other possibilities.

I blink, pulling the phone away from my ear to stare at it for a second, with Owen’s name across the screen, and my heart tightens. Yeah, there’s one link that ties the safe house and us to the mob, and one link that ties them to the motel, too.

One link.

Owen.

He’s the only one I’ve talked to. He’s the one who knew we were at Grey’s. He’s the one who knew the motel, and when I think about him and his “specifically where are you” questions, it starts to sink in like a knife through the neck.

The link is Owen, and that’s some heavy, heavy shit.

“Killian,” Owen growls into the phone, snapping me out of it. I blink, swallowing as I bring the phone back to my ear.

“Hey.”

“So, where the fuck are you guys?”

“Listen, Owen, I really do need to get in touch with Grey about—”

“Just fucking tell me, brother,” he growls sharply. “So I can send help.”

Brother.

Every warning light in my head goes off, and my blood chills.

“Fuck, hang on, man,” I growl, making hissing sounds into the phone. “Shit, I’ve got bad reception. Let me call you right back.”

“Yeah, for sure, brother,” he answers. “You guys both good?”

“Yeah… yeah.”

I hang the phone up, my body cold and my jaw tight. I turn to Nicole, and she instantly sees the look on my face. She frowns, biting her lip before she stands and quickly crosses the room into me. She hugs me tight, looking up at me as she brings a hand to my cheek.

“What just happened?” she whispers hoarsely, looking scared.

I growl, grinding my jaw as I hold her tight.

“The shit just hit the fan,” I grow. “And I think we’re in big, big trouble.”