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)
Moments after he tapped his card against it, the door opened into a wet room with red walls and a small dry space at the front, shielded from falling water with a divider. The air was still damp after someone else’s wash and smelled of mint, but before Dex could have said something, Hammer pushed him against the wall and pressed their bodies together.
This was when relief truly flooded Dex’s heart. Hammer’s presence offered all the peace he needed, and his masculine scent enveloped Dex like a cocoon, leaving no space for fear or doubt. “Oh fuck… I missed you,” Dex whispered, finding it hard to believe that they’d been breakfasting with Cora just the day before. Life was dashing forward at breakneck speed, and time seemed unwilling to catch up, tagging along like an old man set in his ways.
Hammer blew hot breath onto his nape and placed both hands on Dex’s hips before moving them up with a delicious amount of pressure that made Dex’s skin feel as if his hair follicles were about to start singing. “I know. You’re a good boy,” Hammer whispered and squeezed Dex’s pecs so hard it made Dex rise to his toes.
He could cry from the relief of knowing Hammer at least noticed his efforts to avoid being a disappointment. Because he always tried, no matter how the results might look to Frank and everyone else. He’d never been the kind of person who easily controlled their impulses, but since right now they pointed him to Hammer’s dick, there was no reason to resist.
They’d had such a delicious fuckfest during the orgy at Cora’s, and it had kind of never stopped after the party was over. Dex had been eaten up by worries that Hammer might change the way he acted toward him once they were back on familiar soil, but those gloved hands weren’t holding anything back. Dex arched against Hammer at their cool touch.
He could sense strength in every inch of the hard body touching his, and when one of the hands moved to his throat, he held his breath, ready for the rush that always came with losing access to air. But instead of squeezing, it reached his jaw and forced him to look back. Breathless, Dex wasn’t ready for Hammer’s mouth meeting his, but when cold lips and hot tongues connected, it felt as amazing as their first kiss.
Dex wasn’t sure what any of what they did with each other meant to Hammer, but the man had said that Dex deserved more than scraps of attention thrown his way. Whenever Dex remembered that moment, it made him feel special. As if he wasn’t just a convenient fuck to fool around with, rewarded with a prospect vest for good behavior, but a person Hammer cared for.
Dex shivered when he tasted tobacco on the warm tongue breaching his lips to tease every inch of his gums. When he tried to arch for more, Hammer toyed with him by holding him in place by the neck. But when he dove in, giving Dex what he wanted and needed, it very clearly meant something, unlike so many kisses in Dex’s life. But what? That he couldn’t yet decipher.
Pressed against the wall and unable to breathe freely, he was starting to feel fuzzy but wouldn’t dream of chasing Hammer’s tongue out of his mouth as it explored, becoming more daring with each passing second. It was like drinking from a never ending bottle of wine, and Dex was ready for new levels of intoxication.
He slipped his own hand to the one squeezing his pec and held it with a happy grunt. This was where he wanted to be—trapped by Hammer—even if the scenery was a truck stop shower room with a cracked, steamed up mirror. For as long as Hammer wanted him, the vapor hanging in the air might as well be clouds in heaven. At the end of the day, he was both Hammer’s slutty hole and his little spoon, and wanted him in any and all ways.
Hammer’s mouth left Dex’s with a low growl, before descending to his neck where teeth closed on vulnerable flesh in a surprising bite. But just as Dex’s temperature started to soar, Hammer spun him around and bit the side of his pec through the thin T-shirt.
Dex gasped in surprise, but wouldn’t object. He loved Hammer manhandling him, doing whatever he wished, and it only took half a thought to realize he was both drunk on Hammer’s lips and hard. Even his freezing limbs were heating up fast.
“Do whatever you want with me,” he whispered, eager to please.
Hammer’s eyes went dark until they were reminiscent of the depths of the ocean, far beyond the reach of light. “Oh, don’t tempt me. We are still gonna have to walk around the store to get you a jacket after this,” he whispered, twisting Dex’s nipple through the T-shirt while leaning in with a predatory smile.