Filthy Bastard by Madison Faye

Chapter Thirteen

Killian

I don’t want to believe it, but it’s impossible to think anything else. It’s written in neon in front of my face, even if I want to close my eyes and ignore it.

The car wasn’t traced, our clothes weren’t bugged. There’s no one tracing our fucking cell phones.

…It’s Owen.

It shatters something inside of me, but there’s no fucking way its anything else. It’s literally the only possible way for the mob guys to have known where we were every single time.

And it’s crushing to realize how true it is.

Owen’s the reason I’m alive today, pretty much. He’s the reason I’m in the Bastards, and most importantly, I trusted him—I trusted him like an actual brother.

My jaw is clenched tight as I stare out at the sun glowing over the water, and I feel Nicole’s hands slide softly around my waist.

“You okay?”

I nod, still glaring out the window.

“Yeah,” I turn, smiling quietly at her. “Fine.”

She arches a sharp brow.

“Nicole—”

“Tell me, Killian.”

I growl, grinding my teeth. “I think…” I shake my head. “No, it’s…”

“What else could it be?”

I frown, looking at her. “What?”

“How we’re being followed,” she says quietly. “The link between both times they showed up.”

I smile. “You put that together yourself, huh?”

“I’m pretty smart.”

“Yeah, you are,” I growl, kissing her softly.

“It’s not the car, not our phones.” She swallows, eying me. “But you’ve called that guy—”

“Owen.”

“Yeah, him. And both times, no one else in the world knew where we are, and right after is when the mob found us.”

I look away, sighing heavily.

“Sorry, it’s not my place—”

“It is, and you’re right,” I growl. “As much as I fucking want you to be wrong.” I shake my head. “But there’s no other explanation.”

She hugs me tighter, and I wrap my arms around her. Fuck, it feels good to have her here. It feels good to have her in my damn life, period. I look past her towards the open-concept, half-built kitchen, and spot the bottle of Jameson on the counter.

Perfect.

I kiss Nicole on the head before I pull away, walking over to grab the bottle and two glasses before I turn back to grin at her.

“Fancy a drink?”

She grins. “Yes, but I’m not sure I’m a whisky girl.”

I nod, glancing around. “Let me see what else I might have…”

“No, pour me one.”

I chuckle, grinning at her. “Power of persuasion, huh?”

“Or maybe I’ve just gotten a taste for Irish recently.”

I grin wolfishly at her as she blushes fiercely at her own innuendo, and we head back to the couch. I pour us a couple of glasses on the little coffee table in front of us, setting the bottle down before I pass her a glass and raise mine.

“Slainte.”

“Cheers,” she purrs back. “To?”

“You.”

She smiles. “Charmer. What about me?”

“For being you, for being here with me.”

“You did steal me,” she grins, wagging her brows.

“And I’d do it again,” I growl quietly.

She licks her lip and slides into my lap, kissing me softly before she pulls back. She brings the glass to her lips and takes a sip of the whiskey before she sighs contentedly, closing her eyes.

“Okay, this I could actually get used to.”

“The whisky or your new seat?”

She giggles. “Both, at the same time.”

She knocks back the rest of her glass and nods.

“More?”

“Yes please.”

I chuckle, feeling my blood throb a little hotter, and my cock beginning to stir under her.

“I like hearing that

“What, yes please?”

“Mhmm.”

“Girls with manners do it for you, huh?” she giggles as I knock back my drink.

“Or maybe you saying please just get me hard,” I growl, my cock echoing my statement as it thickens and throbs hard against her bare ass.

She bites her lip, squirming on my lap and gasping quietly before she leans in to kiss me. It lasts a minute, just both of lost in each other before she pulls back.

“What happens now?”

I shake my head. “I’m not sure. I need to get in touch with Grey—that’s our club’s President—and float this. I mean, maybe I’m wrong?”

She nods.

“But I have no idea how else this is all happening—how they’re finding us.”

She frowns. “Does this Owen guy know about this house?”

My jaw tightens. “Yes and no. Yes, most of the guys in the Bastards know that I have it, but no one knows where it is. I’ve never brought anyone here.”

She blinks. “Wait, this place is yours?”

I chuckle, realizing I’ve never actually made that clear to her.

“Yeah, it is. Like I said, it’s a work in progress.”

She looks around, slowly nodding as I reach past her for the bottle and give us each another splash.

“It’s really nice!”

I snort. “It’s a dump.”

“It is not! I think it’s charming. And my God, this view!”

“Tell me about it.”

She turns back to see me looking at her and blushes.

“Oh, you’re good.”

“At what?”

“Schmoozing.”

I laugh. “Not true at all.”

“Well, you’re doing good so far,” she winks. “So do you want to live here or something?”

“I don’t know. Yes. No. Maybe sometimes. My place is in Boston with my brothers and my club, but out here is a breath of air.” I turn to her. “The company is pretty good, too.”

She grins. “Damn. See? That’s pretty smooth.”

I growl. “Yeah? Think I’ll get lucky?”

She squirms on my lap, and my already hard cock thickens to fucking iron as it pulses against her ass and thighs, making her gasp.

“Play your cards right,” she purrs. “And you just might.”

“So tell me,” I growl, knocking back the whisky and leaning into her ear. “What cards do I have to play to get you to spread those gorgeous legs and let me sink my thick cock in that pretty pussy?”

She whimpers.

“I think you just played it.”

Our lips crush together, and I growl as the kiss sizzles hard through me. Our tongues slide together, and my hands are all over her in seconds, touching every fucking inch of her soft skin as my bare cock throbs hot against her little pussy.

She gasps as she pulls away, reaching for her drink, holding my eyes, and knocking it back in one shot.

I grin. “Easy.”

“I don’t want easy.”

She glances down, biting her lip as her eyes center on my swollen cock.

“I want this, too,” she whispers before her eyes drag back up to mine. “Actually, I want to taste this,” she purrs.

I groan. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She holds my gaze, sending fire through me as she slowly slides off my lap onto the floor in front of me.

“Please?” she says with a deeply sensual husky tone, making me growl.

“Fuck, Nicole…”

She reached for me, her small fingers curling around my thick girth—not even touching as she gasps softly strokes her hand up and then back down.

“Oh my fucking God,” she moans, her small hand jerking my big cock. She leans in, and I hiss in pleasure as her soft lips kiss my crown.

“Shit, princess.”

She moans, sliding her lips over my crown and sinking down onto it. Her mouth stretches obscenely around my size, and she moans deeply as her tongue swirls at my underside. And holy fuck does she feel amazing.

She bobs her mouth up and down, getting me slick and slippery with her mouth, stroking me in time with her lips moving on me. Her other hand moves lower to tease my balls while she tongues my tip, and I throw my head back and growl like a fucking animal in pleasure.

She runs her mouth down the underside of me, licking and teasing before she gets to my balls. Her little pink tongue swirls over them, bathing them in her spit and making me see fucking stars it’s so good. She moves back up to my crown and inhales a quarter of my size, and I grunt, abs clenching before I gently pull her off.

She moans as I yank her onto my lap, sitting astride me. My slippery, throbbing hard cock centers between her pouty pink lips, and she groans as she sinks down on me, gasping in pleasure as she takes every fucking inch of me down to the hilt. I grip her ass tight in my big hands, growling into her neck as she lets her head hang back, red hair cascading over her shoulders before she leans into me.

“Fuck me, Killian,” she purrs. “And I don’t want you to hold back.”

The beast inside of me roars.

“I’m not going to.”

I slide out, raising her up and feeling her pussy drag up every inch of me, before my muscles flex, and I thrust hard right back into her. Nicole squeals in pleasure, her face crumpling and her nails raking over my skin. She grinds into me, rolling her hips before I lift her up again, only to yank her right back down.

And then, we’re off to the fucking races.

We rock and slam together like this is desperation—like this is water after being lost in the desert. Her hips roll over and over as she rides my big dick, my abs flexing as I thrust up to meet her every time. My hand grips her hair in my fist, tugging her head back so I can leave bite marks down her neck to her breasts. I tease and suck her nipples mercilessly, making her cry out in pleasure as we slam together faster and harder.

My finger slides down her ass, and when she feels me teasing at her asshole, she whimpers, pulling back to nod at me through pleasure-hooded eyes. I ease my finger into her tight little hole, and Nicole goes fucking nuts at the feel of my finger filling her ass to the knuckle while my huge cock flexes inside of her pretty pussy.

She keeps rocking on me, her whole body tensing higher and higher until suddenly, with a squeal of pure pleasure, she’s coming for me. She cries out, rocking her hips like a girl possessed, grinding on my finger and my cock as her orgasm tears through her. I roll us, pushing her onto her back on the couch as I drive my cock deep inside.

I rut into her, snarling, kissing her like a madman. Our bodies writhe together, muscles clench, moans drip through my ears, and suddenly, I’m not even on earth anymore. With her, this is heaven—this is an ethereal fucking plane.

This is perfect, and I never want to leave.

Our eyes lock, our breaths pant together. I know I’m going to fall. And so is she. I roar as I drive deep inside of her slick, tight, velvety little cunt, and Nicole suddenly explodes. She moans wildly, crushing her mouth to mine as the orgasm hits her again. And this time, I’m right there with her.

My balls pulse, and my cock swells harder and bigger than I’ve ever been before inside of her as I erupt deep in her cunt. Rope after rope after rope of hot, sticky cum blast into her, our bodies clenching and writhing together before we collapse, utterly spent.

This may actually be heaven, and even if that means I’m actually dead, I’m okay with it.

Whatever the cost, staying right here with her would be worth it.

I kiss her slow and deep as the sun sets over the water behind me, and darkness engulfs us.