by Hamel, B. B.
I bite my lip. I don’t know how I feel about being a part of him killing someone else. But it would only be following the guy and I wouldn’t go with him when he actually does the deed.
Besides I have no other options. I have no money, no prospects, nowhere to go. Right now, Rowan is the only person that remotely cares about me and is willing to keep me safe. I can stick with him at least until I have some idea of what to do next.
He thinks planning is the way to go. Well, I can plan. And when I’m done planning I can get away from here, far away from here, and start over.
“Okay,” I say, trying to keep my voice level. “I’ll come with you.”
“Good.” He stands up. “We’re heading out in a half hour. Better get ready.”
He heads back toward the bathroom. “Wait, what do I wear?”
“Something normal and comfortable,” he says, disappearing into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and I lean back in my chair.
I never in a million years expected to end up like this. But here I am, living with a killer. I might as well try and make the best of it while I can.
* * *
It’s a hot day as we sit in Rowan’s truck, the windows rolled halfway down.
“Can’t you run the air?” I complain.
“You wanna pay for gas?”
I sigh but he has a point. We’ve been sitting here in his truck for nearly two hours already watching the front of a bar called Hammy’s from across the street. It’s the middle of the afternoon but Hammy’s is still busy like it always is. Not much else to do in Pine Grove but drink in the middle of the day.
I scoot down in my seat and stretch my legs. I didn’t expect watching someone to be so freaking boring. I mean, Rowan’s a killer, I figured this would be more sneaking around and all that. Instead we’re just sitting in his old crappy truck staring at the door to some local bar.
“Is this what it’s always like?” I ask him after another twenty minutes drag past.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Boring.”
“No wonder most guys don’t do it.”
He laughs at that. “Staking someone out is just a lot of patience. People aren’t all that interesting most the time.”
“Why don’t we go inside and watch him?”
“He might recognize either of us,” he says. “I don’t know what he knows about Fish’s operation and you’re a local.”
“I’ve never met the guy in my life.”
He gives me a sidelong glance. “You don’t know much about yourself, do you?”
I glare back at him. “Excuse me?”
He grins a little bit. “You don’t exactly blend in.”
I bristle at that for some reason. “You don’t know me at all.”
“True, but I’ve got eyes. You’re pretty, Allie. You’re fucking beautiful, actually, and I doubt very many beautiful women live in Pine Grove. You’re one of a handful.”
I blush a little bit, anger fading slightly, but I don’t let myself get suckered in by his compliment. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Men notice pretty women,” he says. “It’s just a fact. We’re stupid fucking creatures that don’t remember much but we never forget a pretty face and a nice pair of tits. You’ve got both.”
I roll my eyes. “So what if he recognizes me?”
“You ever been in there before?” he asks, jerking his chin toward Hammy’s.
“No,” I admit.
“Your old man, he go in there?”
“Yeah.”
“And your old man, he talk a lot?”
“Yeah,” I say slowly.
“He the type to tell people about his debts? And you think other guys in debt to Fish might put two and two together?”
I bite my lip. “You think he’d get spooked if he saw me.”
“Exactly. The daughter of a dead man, killed for his debts, shows up at a bar she’s never been to before. And you owe the killer money yourself. Might just get you thinking.”
I groan and lean back further into my seat. “This is so frustrating.”
“I know,” he admits. “Took me a long time to get used to this part of the job.”
“What do you do to keep from going insane?”
“Honestly? Not much. I tell myself stories about the people passing by mostly.”
“Stories about them?”
“Sure.” He nods at a pair of older women in nice clothes waiting for a bus nearby. “Those two old ladies are a pair of contract killers. Oh, yeah, you’d never guess it from the look of them. But they’re killers through and through and they’re here to kill the mayor. First they’ll seduce him with their homemade apple pie and then they’ll strangle him to death as he eats it. Fat Angels of Death, those two.”
I snort at that. “Okay, that’s pretty good.”
“Thanks. I’ve got a lot of practice.”
I squirm a little bit in my seat. He goes back to watching the door and we fall into silence.
Rowan’s smarter than I gave him credit for. I thought he was just some thug that murdered people at first, but now I’m starting to see he’s a lot more than that. The stories, the way he read the situation with me and our target, he’s clearly not just some brainless moron. Rowan’s smart and deadly and that makes him very, very dangerous.
I guess I should be more afraid. But truth be told, I’m mostly just bored sitting here in his truck, sweating just a bit.
“Can I go walk around?” I ask him.
He sighs. “You really this bored?”
“I just want to stretch my legs.”
“No,” he says. “And you know why.”
I glare at him. “The guy’s inside getting shitfaced. He won’t notice me go for a walk.”
“He might. Or someone else might. Like I said, pretty girls are memorable.”
I make an exasperated sound. “You’re such an ass.”
“And you’re a pain in mine.”
We glare at each other until he finally leans toward me. “You really so bored?” he asks softly.
I eye him carefully. “Maybe.”
“Fuck, girl. Let me tell you a story then.”
He leans closer to me, across the center console. He moves one hand behind my head and takes my hair in his fist, pulling me closer to him, whispering in my ear.
“Picture yourself back home alone, late at night. You’re bored, just like right now. So you decide to do something about it, and instead of whining, you slip a hand between your legs, close your eyes, and picture every dirty thing you can think of.”
His hand gets tighter in my hair and my heart starts to beat faster.
“You start rubbing your perfect little clit and pretty soon you’re soaking wet. Doesn’t take much with you and you know it. One thought, one touch, and you’re dripping. All because you’re a filthy girl that needs to get fucked and filled with a strong man’s cock.”
I bite my lip. “Keep going,” I whisper and slowly slide my hand down the front of my jeans.
He notices and I hear a little growl in the back of his throat.
“You’re rubbing that wet little cunt nice and soft at first but you’re getting faster. Fuck, girl, it feels good and you know you’re being a filthy, dirty fucking girl, but you can’t help yourself. You have no control once it starts to feel good and you don’t want to be in control anymore.
“That’s when you hear the floorboards creak. You’re afraid at first when the door opens and a man looms inside. You’re terrified but he’s handsome and he’s looking at you like he can’t look anywhere else. Your hand’s still between your legs, still rubbing your pussy, and what do you do?”
I let out a soft little moan. I’m soaking wet just like he’s describing and I’m softly rubbing my clit in slow incredible circles. I move down to press a finger inside before pulling back to rub my clit some more, rolling the wet along my hard little nub.
“Shit,” I whisper. “I want him, don’t I?”
“You want him,” he says, his voice like honey. “You want him badly.”
“What’s he look like?”
“Tall,” he says. “Strong arms, stubble on his chin, light eyes. Hair just like mine.”
I glance at him. “He’s you.”
“He can be,” Rowan purrs. “You want him to be me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling filthy and bad and wrong, and god, it feels good. I touch myself faster, my other hand moving up to feel my breast as my eyes close.
“I come into your room and I see you touching yourself, wearing just an old shirt and a pair of panties. Fuck, girl, I’m rock hard just seeing you like that, but when I realize what you’re doing I lose my fucking mind. I step forward and grab your hair, tilting your head back. I kiss you long and hard, tongue against your tongue, tasting you.
“I pull back and unbuckle my belt. You stare at me, still touching yourself. I tell you to take off your shirt and you do it. I love your perky breasts, your pink little nipples. I take off my jeans and pull off my shirt, and my cock’s straining against my boxer briefs. You stare up with me with those wide pretty eyes and I ask you why you stopped touching yourself.
“You start again, finger on your clit, leaning back on your bed. Your spread your legs wide and I take off my boxer briefs, stroking my hard cock. I know you’ve never seen a cock like mine in your whole life by the way your eyes go wide and you let out this sexy fucking gasp.
“Two fingers deep inside, I command, and you do it. I watch you slowly fuck yourself as I stroke my cock and fuck, girl, I can barely stand it.”
I take two fingers and push them deep into my pussy as he talks. I’m shivering all over with pleasure as he keeps talking to me. There’s a voice in the back of my head that’s telling me I should be careful, that I’m touching my pussy in a truck in the middle of the day, but I can’t stop it now.
“I pull you up by your hair, get you on your knees. I make you suck my cock but you don’t stop touching that soaked little cunt. You suck my big cock as deep as you can go and you’re moaning the whole time. You like having a big cock in your mouth, don’t you, filthy girl? You like being down on your knees at my mercy, sucking my big cock, working hard to make it feel good. I push you back onto the bed and turn you around, peeling your panties off.
“I spank your ass hard and lick you top to bottom before sliding myself deep inside. Fuck, you’re tight and warm and it feels so fucking good. I slide in and out, stroking my big cock deep inside your tight cunt. You’re moaning my name now, begging me for it.”
His fist tightens on my hair and suddenly he pulls my hand from inside my shorts. I look at him, mouth open, but he replaces my hand with his. I gasp as his fingers find my clit and he takes over.
God, it feels even better. I spread my legs wider and put both my hands on my breasts after licking my fingers clean. He knows what he’s doing as he rubs my clit faster and fucks me with his fingers nice and deep.
“I take your tight cunt nice and hard from behind. I spank your ass hard enough to leave a handprint and you fucking beg for me to do it again. I spank you, fuck you, take your tight little body. You like getting fucked from behind, don’t you? You like showing off that tight ass, that perfect wet pussy, that incredible body. You like when I grab your hips and fuck you rough and deep. You don’t want me to hold back at all, you need every inch of my big cock stroking harder and deeper. You like a little pain and pleasure, don’t you?”
He grips my hair harder. “Fuck, Rowan,” I moan. I’m totally outside myself now, totally controlled and at his mercy. “Keep going. I’m close.”
His fingers move deftly along my clit, spreading my lips wide and rolling along my bud. I groan, eyes shut tight, his story in my head as his fingers do their work.
“I turn you around and spread you wide, fucking you on your back. I rub that clit to tease you and you roll your hips, begging for more. I fuck you hard and deep like a goddamn animal. You’re sweating now and you love it, don’t you? Panting my name, moaning like a dirty girl, begging for more. I give you every inch and fuck you like you need it.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
His fingers move faster as my orgasm gets closer.
“You roll your hips and I fuck you rough and you’re begging me to keep going, saying my name over and over and over, taking my massive cock between your legs. You’re a filthy fucking girl getting fucked by me like this and you know it. You love taking my big fat cock, you dirty fucking girl.”
“Rowan,” I moan and I know I can’t stand it anymore. I come hard on his fingers and he doesn’t stop.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Come for me, Allie. Think about my cock between your legs, filling you up. I’ll come on your tits and ass and face and make you suck and lick it all clean, you filthy fucking girl.”
He growls and fingers me, and god, it all feels so good. I come hard, the orgasm ripping through me, and I’m lost in bliss.
Slowly I start to come down. I’m panting and sweating. I take big gulps of the air outside as he slowly takes his hand away, smirking. He cleans his fingers off with his mouth and cocks his head.
“Still bored?” he asks.
I can only laugh a little in response, my body still twitching from the orgasm.
“Shit,” he says suddenly, sitting up straight. “He’s moving.”
I bite my lip. “Gotta follow him.”
He stares at me, conflicted. “Stay here,” he says finally. “I’ll do this on foot. Don’t move, okay?”
“I’m okay,” I say dreamily. “It’s okay.”
He sighs. “Just stay,” he says and gets out of the truck. I watch him walk across the street like I’m in a daze.
I lean back in the seat and smile to myself. God, that was filthy and wrong and god, did it feel so good. If his fingers can make me feel like that…
He’s a beautiful monster. And he can make me feel things I never, ever pictured.
6
Rowan
Five minutes after getting out of the truck I lose him.
Of course I fucking lose him. All the bastard has to do is climb into his beat-up old sedan and drive off into traffic. Since I decided it would be a good idea to follow him on foot, there was nothing I could do.
Cursing, I head back to the truck. Allie’s getting herself together and blinks at me as I approach.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“Lost him,” I grunt at her. I can’t feel angry with her since it’s not her damn fault. I’m the one that thought it would be a good idea to pass the time that way.
“Shit,” she says. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. We’ll find him again.” I climb into the truck and sit there for a second, gathering my thoughts.
I knew she’d be a distraction. I’ve never done something like this with another person around before, let alone a woman like Allie. All I can think about when she’s around is what it’d be like to have her tight cunt wrapped around my cock. And we both know that’s happening sooner rather than later.
But I’ve never actually lost a mark before. I gotta admit, it pisses me off more than a little bit.
I know I don’t want to be out here killing again. This isn’t my idea of a job worth doing. I want to be somewhere else trying to make a normal life but I’m fucking stuck. So if I’m going to go back to my old killing ways, I’d better do a damn good job of it.
There’s a reason I’m still alive and still free after killing for the East Coast crime families for over a decade. I was smart and careful and I never got caught. I made everyone happy and I was never the target, always the shooter. I played the game and I fucking won and it’s all because I kept my concentration at all times.
This, though, I fucked this up already. I wanted to keep an eye on Andrew all day and really get a sense for the kind of guy he is before making a move. Now I’m going to have to start all over from scratch.
“C
ome on,” I growl at her and start the engine. I roll the windows up and turn on the AC.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Back home.”
I put the truck in gear and pull out. She watches me with a little frown on her face.
“What do we do now?” she asks.
“Now we go back and wait,” I tell her. “Tomorrow I’ll follow him alone.”
She’s quiet again as we drive. We leave town and head out toward my cabin before she finally speaks up again.
“I don’t want to be left alone,” she says softly.
I glance over at her. “You’ll be fine at my place.”
“No,” she says quickly. “I won’t.”
I keep my eyes on the road. I’m annoyed but I have to try not to take it out on her. I need to keep reminding myself what she’s been through. I can’t be a fucking asshole to her just because she’s having a rough time.
Truth is, I want to make her happy. I just don’t want her to fuck this hit up and get us both killed.
“What do you need?” I finally ask her as we pull off the back road and start up my semi-hidden driveway.
“I don’t know,” she admits. “It’s just, I’ve been alone for so long and now I don’t…” She trails off, shaking her head.
I sigh to myself. If this were the old me, back before I left New York and came here, I’d tell the girl to go fuck herself. I’d throw her out of the truck and tell her to find her own way home. I never would’ve risked myself or my business for anyone or anything.
But I’m not that man anymore. I’m trying very hard to be better than that.
“All right,” I say quietly as I park the truck. I look over at her and stare into those pretty eyes and look over those plump, gorgeous lips. “But we’re going to have to get something out of the fucking way first.”
She cocks her head. “What?” she asks.
“Get inside.” I climb out the truck and start toward the door.
I hear her follow slowly. I step in and hold the door open, letting her slip past me before shutting it and turning in her direction.