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)
Their affection was like a warm cocoon that stopped even the rain.
He couldn’t have known that Ryker had been here, waiting for him, but maybe fate was rewarding Hammer for making the right choice and trusting Dex.
“What?” Ryker uttered. With hair darkened with box dye and swollen bags under the eyes, he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days.
Of course he had to spoil their fun.
Hammer licked water off Dex’s lips. “Right, you don’t know,” he said and headed for the garage, where his biggest, meanest sledgehammer was attached to the wall. It was heavier than the others, but that was why it would do so nicely. “I suppose I should thank you. If you didn’t lie about me, I’d have never gotten together with Dex.”
Dex smiled, watching the weapon in awe, as if he were about to witness a record-breaking performance. He must have understood that Ryker was rotting meat already and nothing he said mattered.
“Does it have a name?” Dex stroked the big head of the tool as if it were a pet he now shared with Hammer.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ryker uttered with a sob and tried to pull his legs in, to protect them from blows, but the feet and knees would go first.
“Carrie,” Hammer said with a smile and lifted his face to meet the refreshing rain. Dex’s shoulders relaxed, and his gaze climbed Hammer like a hungry monkey. “Wanna give her a swing?”
He hadn’t even expected to say that. After all, Ryker was supposed to be his kill, but he would do anything to make Dex’s eyes light up like they had moments ago. A warmth spread in his chest as he wordlessly offered the handle to his boy.
Dex nodded, his lips parting when Hammer bestowed Carrie on him. “Wow. It’s so heavy. Is there a technique to it?”
By this point, Ryker’s begging was just background noise. He wasn’t getting away, which meant that Hammer could make this a moment for both teaching and pleasure. He stood behind Dex and took hold of his hands, letting their bodies push together into a seamless form. Tempted by the scent of jasmine, he allowed himself a little kiss to Dex’s damp nape, but spoke right after. “Put in strength, but let momentum guide you. It’s like any other sport, and she can wreak as much havoc as the Carrie she’s named after,” he said, showing Dex the right motion.
Dex’s grip on Carrie was confident, but instead of immediately swinging the sledgehammer like Hammer had showed him, he looked back with a shy smile. “I love you,” he whispered in a voice so sweet and warm, Hammer had no doubt about the pure honesty of his words.
Hammer had never expected to hear such a confession, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot when joy burned bright in his chest.
“Fuck me. I love you too.”
This was the first time he’d ever said it to anyone, but he meant every syllable.
The sky lit up with lightning, and the roar of thunder drowned out Ryker’s persistent begging, but the rumble seemed to electrify Dex even more. The loving glint in his brown eyes became predatory, and with Hammer’s help, he made the perfect swing, letting Carrie have the last word.
Epilogue – Dex
One year later.
Dex’s feet kept twisting together, as if they were about to make a knot, but Hammer pulled him up once more and pushed the key into the lock of their home. It was already dark, and they’d both gotten so damn drunk the new prospect had to give them a ride home. One of the many perks of finally being a fully patched member of the Demon Brethren MC.
Dex rolled his back against the door and pulled Hammer in for a breathless kiss that tasted of beer, cigarettes, and barbeque sauce, but just as his man’s clever tongue entered Dex’s mouth, they both stumbled into the hallway.
“Fuck!” Dex complained when he stumbled over a cardboard box, only to realize this was a hell of his own making, because he’d been meant to take that stuff to Goodwill.
Hammer was there to catch him. He’d either drank less, or metabolized alcohol better thanks to his size, but what mattered was that he was always there to aid Dex with his calm and cool view of things. And the likewise assessment of terrain.
“I shall,” Hammer said, grinning as he locked the door and slapped the light switch, illuminating the main room, which Dex had recently repainted a bright yellow.
Living with Frank had been a struggle, since the only place he could adjust to his taste was the tiny bedroom he used to occupy. Hammer on the other hand didn’t care much about stuff, so he gave Dex free rein when it came to decorating the home they now shared, and reign he did!