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)
“Can I be your plus one?” Wasp asked, biting his tongue with a devilish grin, and for once Hammer didn’t lose the plot when faced with a hypothetical question, as if Dex’s sheer presence managed to unblock something inside him. Though it was funny how this new scrap of information about him made everyone see him in a different light, as if he hadn’t been their brother for the past decade.
“We can talk when you get larger tits and shave off that mustache.”
Wasp cackled and cupped his crotch. “Oh yeah? So the dick is fine?”
Hammer glanced toward Dex, unsure if the conversation wasn’t getting offensive to him, but the boy was busy talking to Torcher in a hushed voice. He left the sanding block and followed the red-haired brother behind the bar, to the corridor beyond it.
“Depends on the party. I’m not gonna be the one who fucks you, Old Boy, since I have you around every single day,” Hammer said, distracted by Dex’s sudden departure. Why would Torcher need him now? His bike had been polished to perfection already. And if he had some fucked up hazing idea, then Hammer itched to follow and put a stop to it.
Finn butted in. “I wanna go too. Is there a fee? How’s it work? Is there a limit to how many chicks you can fuck a night?”
“It’s an exclusive club, but I can point you to something local. After I take a leak,” Hammer said, heading toward the double doors where the two men had disappeared moments ago.
“Look at him, all that tiger dick talk is making him wanna check for nubs,” Finn laughed, and Hammer joined in despite no longer having any interest in the conversation. He pushed through the doors and walked along the corridor Dex had painted only five days prior, which was why none of the posters and memorabilia were back up yet.
Where could they be?
A sound from the storeroom where the club held a large collection of beer kegs made Hammer move that way. Torcher likely wanted to give Dex the job of carrying the booze into the main room, but Hammer’s intuition still rang in alarm. There was something off about the way Torcher had zeroed in on Dex and pushed him to new chores each day in ways he’d never done with the previous prospect.
So Hammer followed his instinct in silence and slid into the store room, hiding behind a big metal shelf filled with boxes of chips and other snacks.
“Hm. You do that with every prospect?” Dex asked as Hammer sucked in the scent of something that had gone stale.
“No, but you’re a gay one, so what’s the big deal? You know you’re supposed to follow orders and not ask any questions, right?”
Hammer scowled, convinced that he was too thirsty to think clearly and was misunderstanding things, but then Dex spoke, and his words awoke a rage Hammer hadn’t thought himself capable of.
“So you want me to suck your dick just because I’m gay and you feel like it?”
Chapter 28 – Hammer
The thick pipe cut the air as if it were a knife, but when it collided with Torcher’s face, bone and cartilage were crushed instead of cut. The bloody mess had nowhere to go but inside, with some of it ending up in lumps falling to the bastard’s chest. But Hammer wasn’t done, and once the newly formed pug face was within sight, Hammer swung the bar again. This time, the fiery head cracked open like a ripe watermelon, presenting him with its pink insides.
Hammer’s brain was boiling in a skull far too small to contain it. Torcher deserved to have that damn nose knocked into his face, but Dex wasn’t blameless either. Hammer had been experiencing constant torment because of his decision to rethink their relationship, but Dex, who’d initially seemed distressed about it, might have been sucking biker dick right under Hammer’s nose.
A part of Hammer wanted Dex to be… sadder, but here he was, facing Torcher with that attractive half-smile.
Was this the first time he’d been propositioned? Had he ever declined?
Hammer hated himself a bit for finding the idea of Dex offering his services to the Demon Brethren arousing, because he loathed it far more. Maybe all of this was his own damn fault in the first place—punishment for loving bimbos a bit too much.
Torcher shrugged. “Can’t be a big deal for someone like you.”
Dex licked his lips, scanning him from head to toe. “Are you left or right-handed?”
Even hearing all of this conversation was a challenge with blood pounding in Hammer’s head. His heart told him to rush in, cause mayhem and then fuck Dex against one of those beer kegs until the boy knew his place. But his head told him to wait, to find out how Dex intended to handle this. If he agreed, Hammer would get answers to some of the questions floating inside his head day and night, and maybe find it easier to let go of Dex once he knew the boy had no problem with moving on to a new dick.