by Hamel, B. B.
Unless I figure out some way to get out from under him.
5
Allie
I find Rowan cooking breakfast in the kitchen again. This time I pour my own coffee and sit at the table. There’s a newspaper already opened so I grab it and start to flip through, glancing up at him as he goes about scrambling the eggs.
Last night feels like a dream. That whole trip down to my old house feels like a nightmare, actually. And then coming back, showering, and Rowan going down on me…
I shiver. That killer, that monster. He got me off so easily like I was clay under his hands. I’ve never felt anything like that before. He was rough and gentle and he pressed and licked all the right places. He pushed me when I needed pushing and god, it felt so incredible. I slept like a baby afterward.
And I keep thinking about him making me lick my own pussy from his fingers. I’m getting wet just picturing it, the way he tilted my chin up and made me do it.
I’m so fucked. I’m so fucking fucked.
“Morning,” Rowan grunts as he finishes cooking. He hands me a plate.
“Got milk and sugar?” I ask him this time.
He nods toward the refrigerator. “Milk’s in there. Sugar’s in the pantry.”
I get up and do my coffee the way I like before sitting back down. He watches me carefully like he’s trying to remember exactly the way I like it.
I eat this time. I don’t bother trying to pretend.
“I got another job.”
The words bring me up short. I stare at him.
“You mean…?”
He nods. “Another one.”
“Why?” I ask softly.
He makes a face and looks away. “I’m in trouble with this man,” he says and looks back at me. “Do you know the name Dean Fish?”
It sounds familiar. “I’ve heard of him.”
“I owe him a lot of money,” he says. “A lot like your father did. Except I have skills that Fish wants and he’s letting me work off my debt.”
I narrow my eyes. “You took that asshole’s money?”
He sighs. “I didn’t know what he was at first,” he says. “I should’ve, but I didn’t. I came to Pine Grove to start a new life and went all in on this dream of mine, but… well, it didn’t work, and when it went belly up I found myself deep in debt to Dean Fish.”
I bite my lip trying to make sense of his story. “Dream?” I ask him.
“Opened a restaurant. Tried to do some New York cooking out here, but…”
“Wait, I remember that place,” I say. “Did you call it Anthony’s?”
“Yeah,” he answers, perking up. “You went?”
“My dad took me there once. It was pretty good, I thought.”
“Yeah, well, not many people would agree.” He clenches his jaw and looks away like he’s remembering something. “Anyway, I owe Fish right now. And he’s not the kind of man I can cross easily.”
“I see,” I say softly.
“It was a stupid idea. Opening a damn restaurant out here.”
“At least you tried something, right?”
He glances at me for a second and sighs. “You don’t give a shit about my sob story, do you?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, I’m interested in who this man really is, but on the other…
He’s a killer.
“Fact is, Fish owns me right now.”
“Why don’t you get out from under him?”
Rowan shakes his head, standing up. He clears our plates and brings them into the kitchen.
“Not that simple,” he says. “I mean, I kill for a living, fine. But Fish has a lot of friends in town and he pays very well. I doubt I’d live long if I went after him.”
I watch as he rinses off the plates and drops them into the old dishwasher. He leans up against the counter for a second, sipping from a mug of coffee and watching me closely.
I feel like he’s studying me and trying to decide something. I look away, not sure how I feel about the attention.
Finally, he walks over and sits back down, leaning back in his chair casually.
“What are the chances that you’ll try and run away again?” he asks me after a short pause.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
He grunts at that. “I appreciate the honesty.”
“What are the chances you’ll follow me?”
“I don’t know.”
I give him a little smile. “So we’re at an impasse then?”
“How about we try something else?” He shifts in his chair, leaning toward me over the table. “How about you come with me on this job.”
My eyes go a little wide. “To kill someone?”
“Not to kill him,” he corrects. “We have to find the guy and follow him around for a bit, get to know him. You’ll come with me for that.”
“Why do we have to follow him?”
Rowan laughs a little, almost rueful and angry. “Most guys, they just show up and murder someone at their goddamn house in the middle of the night. No prep, no bullshit. But guys like that don’t last very long. They don’t plan so they don’t know what they’re walking into.”
“You plan,” I state.
He grins at me. “Damn right I do. We’ll watch the guy for a couple days and I’ll come up with a plan. When the time comes to do the killing, you’ll stay here.”
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 incredibly 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 su
ddenly he pulls my hand from inside my shorts. I look at him, mouth open, but he replaces his hand with mine. 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.”