Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Both of what?” Finn asked, rising from behind the bar with a screwdriver in hand.
Hammer’s lips sealed. Because what was he to say? That he now wondered if it made sense to have a dog when he sometimes disappeared for days at a time? And since he wasn’t sure about cats either, would any rodents suffice? He wasn’t a bunny rabbit kind of guy, even though his home did come with a small garden.
He shrugged.
Dex grabbed a chair and some sandpaper. “Hammer’s thinking about getting a pet for his birthday, but I'm, like, why not go big and get a tiger?”
Finn cocked his head, slightly tense. “Is that so you can feed him people?”
The other guys had always been wary around Hammer, but Dex’s happy-go-lucky attitude toward the club enforcer-slash-executioner, was rubbing off on everyone.
Wasp, who’d descended from his ivory tower of sergeant-at-arms to hammer in nails, rubbed his mustache and stretched. “Why would Hammer even want a pet tiger? Instead of a dog? Overcompensating something?”
Hammer’s muscles stiffened further, and his throat was blocked as he analyzed the comment. If he went after Wasp too hard, he’d make himself look overly sensitive, but he didn’t want to be seen as weak either. Once again, he chewed on what was being said, stuck in the hell of allusions and context.
Dex grinned and licked his top lip as he started sanding down the edge of the bar counter. “Tigers are awesome! Have you ever seen a tiger’s dick? They have these spikes.”
It was a weird way to change the topic, but it triggered the memory of Dex’s hole stretching over cyberskin nubs as Hammer teased the tiger dick dildo in. He’d been such a pretty mess, moaning, humping a pillow while his face burned with arousal until it looked as though the red blots might never go away.
Was Hammer really that angry about Ryker escaping because of Dex?
What if Hammer was denying himself those sweet lips over a one-time lapse of judgment because he couldn’t get over—No. He knew damn well that hadn’t been the first crazy situation Dex had rushed into.
Wasp and Finn laughed. “Are you trying to tell me you fucked a tiger?”
“No, but I remembered some people eat dried tiger dick. Apparently it’s supposed to help with virility. Not something I need to worry about.” Dex stuck his tongue out at them.
Wasp shook his head. “Gays have it too easy. Look half-decent and you get laid at will.”
“Yeah, unless you want that one guy who doesn’t want you back.” Dex stole a quick glance at Hammer, but that brief moment was enough for thorns to sprout in Hammer’s chest.
Finn laughed. “Are you about to tell us a sob story?”
Dex shrugged. “No, I’m still talking about tigers. Did I tell you about the time Hammer saved me from Bandit? I was thinking I had some true connection with him, and I almost got into that overgrown cat’s cage. What I didn’t know was that this guy was watching me on the security camera.” He turned to Hammer. “Are you glad I didn’t become cat food?”
Hammer’s face burned, but he didn’t miss a beat and spoke, “You would have given him indigestion, and we both know who Cora would have sent to deal with the consequences. But since none of that happened, we can all wonder about the story of an interspecies love that could never be. Hypotheticals are always the most romantic.”
Torcher, who must have come in after them, erupted in a low laugh. “Never took you for a romantic. Did someone put powdered tiger dick in your coffee and it changed you?” he asked, patting Hammer’s shoulder.
Finn cocked his head. “Do you really think it could do that?”
Hammer wasn’t sure if he should be offended and shut down this conversation, or if it taking place at all meant they felt more at ease with him when Dex was there as a buffer.
Dex laughed and moved along the bar, sanding the counter. “It’s magical tiger dick. Why not?”
This time even Wasp laughed. “Where do you even get a thing like that?”
“A friend of mine has a collection of animal penis-shaped dildos, so maybe it is something to try before answering a real tiger’s call?” Hammer asked without thinking.
He was stunned when the interior echoed with laughter. Since when was he the funny one?
Dex beamed at him. “Hammer can point you to Cora’s ranch if you dare. You could kill two birds with one stone if you attend one of her sex parties.”
Finn straightened up and stopped working altogether. “You go to sex parties?”
“You don’t?” Hammer shot back, allowing himself a little smile when everyone’s eyes widened. Sex sometimes happened in semi-public places around the clubhouse during particularly booze-filled parties, but the Demon Brethren MC didn’t do orgies. And if they did, Hammer would not attend. Those men were his brothers, and he did not want to rate their bedroom prowess or have flashbacks of their asses at random moments. But while most of the guys had no issue finding hook-ups among many of the hangarounds, they generally fucked in private.