Filthy Bastard by Madison Faye
Chapter Six
KIllian
The bike roars beneath us, my hands gripping the bars tight as we thunder into the night. The warm early summer wind hits us, and when it whips her long red hair around my own face, I grin.
Fuck, it feels good having her with me, her arms around me. I know this isn’t real—like, it’s not like she’s my girl and we’re off for an evening ride, but still. I like the feel of her there.
There’s never been a woman who felt like that. Yes, there’ve been women in my past, obviously. I’m not a fucking priest or anything. But they were always… shit I don’t know. Fleeting? Temporary. Something that I needed and then didn’t, and I have zero doubt I was the same for them.
But Nicole is different. Really, really different.
My mind whirls. This entire night has been insane. First her being there, not Leonard. Then my inability to walk away. Then grabbing her, and taking her to the shore house, and then the chaos there.
I frown.
But before then…
I groan. Before the chaos, there was the kiss—several kisses, actually. And then me putting my hand on her and feeling just how wet that little pussy was. I growl, my cock instantly thickening down my muscled leg against my jeans.
I’m still fucking shirtless, and when the wind whips her fluffy robe around, I can tell it’s pulling it away from her. She hugs me closer, and I growl at the feel of her nipples hard against my back. I can still taste her on my lips, and I want fucking more, now. But I also need to put distance between us and the mob back there, so I keep driving. Somehow, I restrain myself from pulling over and taking her right here on the bike.
Motel lights appear a little ways off from the main road, and I take the exit. Nicole clings to me as we roar through one of several sleepy little Cape Cod towns towards it. It’s not quite tourist season yet, when this whole area will be crawling with bumper to bumper traffic. For now, though, it’s the calm before the storm.
They aren’t looking for this bike, but I’m still careful when we pull into the motel parking lot. I park at the back of the lot, near the last room in the row before helping her off. And I won’t at all pretend to be a gentleman and say I didn’t let my eyes drink in the sight of her bare ass and tight little pussy as she slid off the bike.
“What are we doing?”
“Hiding.”
She swallows. “So that was the mob?”
I nod
“And you’re what exactly?”
I shrug as I slip the gun from the waist of my jeans and shove it into the bike’s saddlebag under some rags, next to where I shoved her purse and phone.
“Undercover FBI.”
She rolls her eyes, and I grin.
“You got me. I was actually just wondering if you had a moment to talk about our Lord and savior Jesus Christ today.”
She cocks a brow, glaring at me. “So you’re a comedian, got it.”
I grin. Fuck, I like this sass, a lot. And so does my still swollen cock.
“Royal Bastards, Boston chapter,” I growl.
She stiffens. “Like a gang?”
“More like a club.”
“But a club that does gang stuff.”
I frown. “No, not really.” I shake my head. “We need to get inside and out of sight, let’s go.”
I go to pull her towards the main office, but she resists, tugging back.
“Why did you take me? I mean you’re not after money, and you didn’t…” she blushes. “I mean you only kissed me…”
I turn, my eyes burning into hers.
“I don’t think that was the only thing I did, princess,” I growl.
The blush on her face only deepens as I turn back, grinning as I pull her towards the main office. Inside, the front desk guy blinks in shock—I mean, we’re both streaked with dirt and grime from the ride, and Nicole’s in her bathrobe, me shirtless.
“Umm…”
“Need a room,” I grunt.
He swallows. “I’m sorry, we have policies.”
I frown. “What?”
The man stiffens and then glances at a little plastic card on the desk that reads “no shoes, no shirt, no service.” I roll my yes, and I’m tempted to go back to the bike and get the gun I left there, but that’d be heat I don’t need right now. Luckily, I’m well aware of what also talks loudly.
I reach into the back pocket of my jeans, pull out a thick wad of cash, and peel two hundred off, slapping them down.
“How much for a room?”
He blinks, fidgeting his fingers.
“Ahh, that should cover it!”
He reaches for the money, but I grab his wrist, making him gasp.
“How much.”
“Fifty!” he screeches.
I smile. “Good. So there’s fifty for the room, fifty for you to pretend I’m wearing a goddamn shirt, and another hundred to forget you ever saw us tonight, right?”
He blinks.
“Right?” I snarl.
He nods quickly. “Right! Yes, of course!”
I smile. “Well thank you.”
“You’re in room twelve, at the very end,” he says, quickly passing me a key with a shaky hand.
“And if anyone asks?”
“Room twelve is being renovated?”
“Good man,” I growl, turning back to Nicole. “Shall we?”
She follows me down the row of motel rooms until we get to the one at the very end, right by where I parked. I grab the saddle bag from the bike, and we head to the room.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she says quietly as I unlock the door. We step in and I glance around to double check the place. It’s no palace, but it’s not gross either. She steps in, and I close the door behind her, locking it before drawing the curtains and tossing down the saddlebag.
“Hello?”
“What?”
“You didn’t answer me.”
“What didn’t I answer?”
“Why did you take me?”
I clench my jaw. For everything I am, and all that the Bastards are, and everything that was supposed to happen tonight, I don’t need to be the one that tells this girl how bad a man her own father is.
But she glares right back at my silence.
“This has to do with my father, I’m assuming?”
I frown, and she shakes her head, looking away.
“I’m not an idiot, you know. I’m well aware of the people he’s in with.”
I say nothing, and she turns back to me.
“Were you there tonight for him?”
My jaw clenches, and her face falls as she looks down.
“Wonderful timing on my part, as always,” she mutters softly.
I frown, folding my arms over my chest and leaning against the door as she walks slowly into the room, holding the robe closed. She turns, eyeing me.
“So why were you going to take my dad?”
“Nicole—”
“And how do you know my name?”
I rake my fingers over my jaw.
“Because it’s my job to know those things.”
“And why were you taking my dad.”
“Let’s not go there,” I growl.
“No, let’s.”
“Nicole—”
“No, I want to know! Look I know he’s got dealings with the mob—” she suddenly gasps. “Oh my God, is that what happened tonight?”
“No, I—” I frown. “No, it’s not. But I have no idea what tonight was.”
“I mean the mob came after us because of my dad? Oh, my fucking God, why the hell did you take me if you were there for—”
“Listen,” I growl, cutting her off. “I’d love to say yeah, go on back to your little life in New York, and go ahead and get into law school, and live your fuckin’ pampered little life. But shit happens, and shit happened to you this time.”
She freezes, and I do too.
Shit.
“How did you know that?” she whispers.
“Know what?” But I know what she means.
“Where I live? Law school?”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“You know more than my name.”
“It’s my job to—”
“How does kidnapping my dad out of his condo necessitate knowing all about me exactly” she snaps.
“The devil is in the details.”
“No, the devil was lurking around outside the fucking bathroom while I took a shower!” she spits, scowling at me.
“Were you watching me before I even went in there?”
“Yep,” I say unflinchingly.
She shivers, blushing.
“What were you doing outside the bathroom?”
“What?”
“I mean, you didn’t come in and take me there.”
“No.”
“So what were you doing? Looking for something to steal? Poking around?”
“I was jerking off into your panties.”
Her mouth opens wide as her eyes, her face bright red.
“Excuse me?”
I shrug, pulling them out of my back pocket and dangling them.
“I said I was jerking my cock,” I growl. “Into your little panties.”
“That—” she swallows. “That’s disgusting!”
“You don’t really think that though, do you?” I mutter darkly.
“Yes, I do!” That’s… that’s…” She blushes, biting her lip.
“Maybe you think it’s dirty,” I growl. “But you’re also a little excited.”
“I am not,” she breathes.
“Liar.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Stop lying then.”
I move towards her, and she gasps, backing away, her eyes locked on mine.
“What are you doing?”
I say nothing, moving closer.
“You weren’t the plan,” I growl.
She keeps backing up until with a gasp, she feels the wall behind her.
“But here we are.”
“You could have left me in the bathroom.”
I frown.
“When you realized I wasn’t my dad. You said you saw me undress, so you knew I wasn’t him.”
I nod.
“So why didn’t you just leave?” she whispers.
“You know why I didn’t,” I rumble deeply, my eyes burning into hers.
She blushes fiercely. “Killian—”
“Nicole.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“You know damn well why I didn’t.”
“No, I—”
“Because I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I growl suddenly.
Nicole gasps, her eyes going wide as she swallows and looks up at me.
“What?”
“I said,” I groan, moving closer, my lips by her ear, my body pinning hers to the wall.
“I’m obsessed with you.”
My hands go to the robe, gripping it. She holds on, but only for a second, and when she let’s go, I pull it open, pushing it off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor by her feet.
She looks up, our eyes locking.
“What are you doing?” she half whispers, half whimpers.
“Finishing what we started,” I growl. “Because I got a taste earlier, and now…”
I groan, leaning close, our lips brushing together as her breath catches.
“Now I want more.”
I kiss her, hard, and everything else burns around me as I wrap her in my arms.
