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)
Dex opened his mouth in invitation, and it was just as hot and soft as it had been for Hammer’s dick. His tongue licked over Hammer’s palate as Dex squeezed his hands on the back of Hammer’s T-shirt. When he pushed close, the thudding in his chest became the drum Hammer’s heart itched to get in sync with.
It didn’t feel strange at all to hold a person so much sturdier than the women Hammer had been with. He didn’t mind the stubble, nor the lack of breasts to squeeze. The sweet fresh scent of jasmine only added to this confusing mix because Dex was no blushing flower, yet he smelled like one.
All this created a strange concoction that went straight to Hammer’s brain, making it fizzy, as if he had champagne for blood. But when he pulled Dex close, feeling him chest-to-chest and deafened by the dull thud of their heartbeats, pain exploded at the back of his head, and everything went dark.
Chapter 15 – Dex
“Dex?”
“Hm?” he asked absentmindedly, still thinking back to the joy on the asshole’s face when Dex had let him win. It had been difficult to swallow his pride, but a brush with the cops might not end well for both him and Ham—
Hammer leaned in and kissed him.
All thoughts dispersed from Dex’s head as if his brain melted and drizzled out through his ears. Hammer’s scent enveloped him like a cloud, and he dropped his shopping bag so it wasn’t in the way. He’d been happy enough taking what Hammer was willing to give, and hadn’t wanted to rock the boat asking about kissing, but whether this was an experiment or the start of a new pleasure to share on a regular basis, Dex welcomed it with open arms.
He opened his lips for Hammer’s tongue and pressed against his lover, sliding his arms under the fragrant leather jacket. Any thoughts about past and future ceased to matter when Hammer explored his mouth in a lazy kiss, and Dex knew he wanted more. Wanted everything. Now. It was dark. Maybe a quickie in the car wouldn’t be out of the question?
Hammer could have anything he wanted because he was the best Dex ever had—the coolest, the most in tune to Dex’s needs, the most handsome, the best smelling, the most proficient with a sledgehammer, the hottest, with the most perfect dick and sense of humor—and on top of that, the best fuck of Dex’s life.
Dex clung to Hammer’s sturdy form, waiting to be pulled up and carried off to wherever Hammer wanted to consume him, but then the air swished, and a sudden impact clashed their teeth together. Hammer leaned most of his weight on Dex before sliding to his knees.
Dex inhaled and was about to grab his gun when strong arms twisted his hands back.
“Quiet now!”
Dex struggled to rip out from the firm hold until it sank in that the disembodied voice belonged to Frank.
Only once his mind hung on to that familiar thread did he notice Jag standing close with his spear of junk and fur, and as he glanced at Hammer's sprawled form, Dex recognized Shane as the man cuffing him.
“No!” Dex choked out, too shocked to breathe normally. “Don’t hurt him! What the fuck?”
“He’s still alive,” Frank said but his hold on Dex was as steady as iron shackles.
Shane placed his boot on Hammer’s back and grinned, pushing back his short hair, like a dashing action hero in one of the year’s biggest blockbusters. “See, Frankie? Told you Dex was fine. If a bit hammered.”
Jag must have smeared his face with mud or some kind of paint, because it was as dark as the night, with the whites of his eyes in stark contrast to the skin around them. “I can’t believe you lied to me to free him!” he spoke, with hurt breaking his voice.
Dex’s mouth dried. “I didn’t! I mean, I lied, but not to free him! I had no idea that was on the cards.” When Hammer groggily rolled his head from side to side, still face-down on the asphalt, Dex jumped up and used Frank as leverage in an attempt to kick Shane. “Get your fucking foot off him!” His mind pulsed with the need to ensure Hammer’s safety, and seeing the man he’d learned to care so much about laying in dirt like some unwanted ragdoll made him burn with hate.
Shane stepped back, shaking his head, but he didn’t seem impressed with Dex’s attempts at stopping him and put a sack over Hammer’s head. “His dick must be magic for you to pull a stunt like this.”
Jag growled and shook the spear at Dex, making the many attachments hanging off the blade on top wiggle like the tentacles of an angry octopus. “We trusted you! Have you forgotten where your loyalties lie?”