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)
It was out with the vomit-colored couch and in with the delightful tiger print sofa Dex had chosen as an homage to the late Bandit. They also got a mega toaster that could make six pieces of toast at once, and a set of chairs from Frank’s junkyard, which Dex upholstered himself, using a fabric with an amazing print of alien heads. He’d even gotten a lamp shaped like a UFO to go over the dining table, as if all those elements were parts of a set.
They adjusted to living together real fast too. Each of them had their own interests and hobbies, but there were also enough things they loved doing together (other than sex and violence) to always crave each other’s company. Dex usually did more talking than Hammer, but that was fine.
“Where?” Dex asked with a grin, thinking back to their last orgy at Cora’s, when Hammer had fucked Dex in the kitchen while Dex’s head was under the sink. It was one of those pretend oh-no-I’m-stuck! porn scenarios Dex had wanted to try and it did not let him down. Several guys had used him that night under Hammer’s supervision, and the echo of his own moans in the closed space had been so arousing he’d come three times. He could barely remember the ride home the next day.
Hammer sighed and stumbled toward the sofa, taking Dex with him. “Right here,” he mumbled and rolled onto the seat. He pulled Dex into his lap and pushed his face into the crook of Dex’s neck, covering the skin with kisses.
But Dex’s eyes were drawn to the bit of red and orange peeking out from behind a cushion. “My pizza blanket! I thought I lost it.” He pulled out the fluffy triangle despite Hammer’s groan.
The thing was a bone of contention, since Hammer couldn’t stand its pizza slice shape. He claimed the blanket was useless because it could either barely cover one leg, or half the chest if placed the other way.
He was right, it had been an impulse buy. But Dex couldn’t admit it so they were stuck in limbo where Dex pretended it was a perfectly reasonable blanket and sometimes wore it tied around his shoulders like a pepperoni cape. Hammer on the other hand, hid it away just so it didn’t ‘assault his brain with its stupidity.
Dex stilled with the blanket in hand, meeting Hammer’s eyes, which silently begged for him not to wear the pepperoni cape as they fucked.
Fine. Dex threw the fleece pizza slice to the floor.
“What if that was my sidekick nickname. Pizza Slice.”
Hammer burst out laughing, but squeezed Dex’s ass. “That makes no sense. You only came up with that because you want the character to wear that cape.”
Dex put his hands on Hammer’s shoulders to steady himself. “No, hear me out. In the next chapter of Executioner’s bloody adventures, they make pepperoni… out of people.”
Hammer shook his head. “So they’re cannibals now?”
“You’re right. I’ll try to come up with a better nickname sober.”
Hammer kissed his jaw. “How about ‘Property’? At least your character could still have the patch…”
“I miss it already,” Dex said, desperately needing to get his jeans off. “I think I’ll get it tattooed now that I can’t wear it on clothes any longer.” He unglued himself from Hammer despite wanting to stay in his man’s lap, but between dry-humping and the prospect of fucking, the latter won. Dex pushed his pants down, so greedy he didn’t even bother to fully get his jeans and underwear off and just left them hanging in a tangle around his ankles.
Hammer got the hint and was already pulling his dick out.
Dex’s drunk head spun as he took a moment to admire that perfect tool, but he eventually lost balance and landed back in Hammer’s lap. Thick and delicious, it wasn’t outrageously big, so Dex could enjoy it every day, but what made this dick the best in the universe was the man it was attached to. Hammer was a sex god in human form, and Dex would do anything to keep him.
The steel-gray eyes shone with humor as he grabbed Dex’s buttocks and pulled him close, so their hardening cocks ended up squeezed together between their bodies. “You’ll always be mine. This man is never letting you go,” he whispered before his lips found Dex’s. No booze was this addictive. When Hammer’s tongue toyed with Dex’s, fireworks exploded inside his skull.
He wrapped his arms around Hammer’s neck and closed his eyes as he melted into the kiss. No one else had made him feel this desired, and since Hammer’s appetite for sex matched Dex’s, there were plenty of opportunities for satisfying their voracious hunger.