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)
The Grindr notification went off again, taunting him.
“What the fuck is this sound?” Hammer asked, slowing to a less erratic pace.
Dex didn’t speak, because he’d sob the moment his mouth opened, but tears streaked down his face, aggravating the wound with their saltiness. He’d be done in the dating world. If not forever, then for months to come.
Fat tears dripped from his chin, leaving him so ashamed he just hung his head. The world was a pit of disappointment, and he’d jumped into it because of his own stupidity. He should have known Hammer wasn’t up for a quick blowjob from his jailor, but he’d still walked in there, too horny to use his brain.
“Wait… are you crying?” Hammer asked with a little slap to Dex’s thigh.
“N-no!” Dex choked out with a sob.
Hammer squinted at him. “You’re definitely crying.”
Dex took a deep, helpless breath. “Fine! I’m fucking crying! I could get gangrene and half my fucking face could rot off, so excuse me for feeling sorry for myself! I have the fucking Grand Canyon of a cut on my cheek, and it’s not getting sewn up. Who’s gonna want to fuck me when it is all disgusting for months? And if I do end up losing my cheek, I might never be able to give head again, in which case, just fucking shoot me. And all because I got a boner for a guy who isn’t even gay! Why am I so fucking stupid?” he whined and hit the side of his head against the window.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not gonna lose your cheek because of a cut. There might be a little scar, but how is that a problem? You’re a guy.”
“You don’t know the gay dating world. It’s fucking vicious out there. And that notification, by the way, is the sound of my hopes and dreams dying. I was supposed to meet this guy, and now he thinks I ghosted him. Not that he’d want to see me in this state!”
Hammer scowled. “Are you for real? Yeah, guys can be shallow, but come the fuck on! Who cares about a little scar? Hell, have you seen mine? It’s big, and deep, because I never tried to do any treatments for it, but you still had such hots for me that your frontal cortex malfunctioned.”
Dex sighed. He’d love to teleport back to that wonderful moment in time when he still thought he was about to suck Hammer’s dick. “Yeah, because you’re like this… sexy barbarian with that sledgehammer and all that. You can get away with anything. I, on the other hand, will get gangrene and die.”
Hammer shut his eyes for a moment, and the muscles of his jaw twitched. “You won’t get gangrene. That bleeding is flushing out most of the bacteria. And there’s always antibiotics. We’ll clean it in due time.”
Dex shook his head. “You just don’t get it because you have all those club girls gagging for your dick every day. Some people have to work for it.”
“Is getting laid the only thing you care about?”
Of course Hammer would look down on him for it. He’d never get it. “It’s just a big need for me, okay? I can’t explain it. Sometimes you really want, say, pizza, and you get tunnel vision about it, and you find yourself driving to get some at 2 a.m., but it turns out the shop is closed. But you’ve already invested so much that you’ll drive to the next town over, because all you can think about is the delicious, crunchy pepperoni, and how it will feel on your tongue. And in that moment, it seems like the most important thing in the world. And if you arrive, and the pizza says, ‘yeah, I like this mouth, eat me, eat all of me’, you feel like, okay, I know where I stand on the food chain. And then you think to yourself, ‘wow, I’m really something if the pizza wanted to be in my mouth’...” He drifted off, unsure if his analogy made sense. “Doesn’t mean all I want to do in my life is eat pizza, but it’s important, okay?”
Hammer kept quiet for an unnervingly long time before speaking. “So it’s like a sex addiction?”
“What? No! Maybe my needs are just bigger than other people’s. Don’t you ever get hung up on someone enough to lose your mind a little?” Dex only realized how curious he was about the answer once the question left his mouth. He knew so painfully little about Hammer. All he’d heard was that the guy was dangerous and violent. The executioner of the Demon Brethren MC. A man of few words and a massive sledgehammer. Since seeing him wield that tool, Dex might have developed a little fanboy crush and had been dying to meet him.