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)
“So? You act like a bimbo, therefore you are a bimbo,” Hammer said in a low voice, surprised that touching Dex felt a little different now that the boy’s desire for him had been declared to an audience. It was obvious that were he to shove Dex against the wall, lower his pants, and fuck him, there would be no resistance. In fact, those actions would have been met with enthusiasm Hammer would have needed to curb by pushing fingers into that chatty mouth.
Dex bit his lip and winked at him as they left the building and stepped into the cool evening. “Guess I’m your type then.”
While Hammer never considered men a part of his dating pool, there was a crumb of truth to Dex’s joke. It wasn’t news to Hammer that he liked his women easy and silly, but that preference had never extended to men who shared the same traits.
Still, his gaze passed over the denim moving against the buttocks underneath as Dex walked, because yeah, Dex absolutely was a bimbo slut waiting to get his brains blown and his ass destroyed. The cuffs trapping Dex’s wrists would have made things even easier…
Hammer pinched himself to stop the sudden rush of blood in his veins. Because it wasn’t like that. He was flattered, because women often weren’t this enthusiastic or expressive about their needs. Not one had so extensively complimented his dick and didn’t any man want to be desired with such ferocity?
“In your dreams, bimbo,” he said to dismiss Dex.
The boy laughed. “Always worth a shot.”
Hammer opened the car door for him because of the cuffs, but the insistent thoughts in his head tinted the gesture with something more. He needed a second without Dex’s chatter to work out where to go next, so he left him under the pretense of moving some stuff to the trunk.
He would be far from the first straight guy to fuck a man if he took Dex up on his offer. It happened all the time in jail, and lots of men would sometimes take the edge off by getting a blowjob from a horny gay guy found on craigslist, or wherever such services were being procured nowadays. This wouldn’t have to define anything, but then again, why would Hammer even lick this unfamiliar piece of candy? It wasn’t like he had a horribly difficult time finding big-titted ladies for some fun. Granted, it was difficult to find one who was into the same stuff as he was, and most of the time the sex ended up being either vanilla, or full-on BDSM, which wasn’t his preference.
The argument with Stefani had to be what pushed his mind in this strange direction, because right now he’d have given a lot to take out the lingering emotions and energy on someone.
That sound again. The fucking notification on Dex’s phone—
He ran over to the passenger side and almost ripped the door off to get to the phone. Because with his hands now cuffed at the front, he’d been able to take it from the glove compartment, where Hammer had stashed it earlier. Fuck. He should have long gotten rid of that damn device!
“Hey!” Dex complained, reaching out as if he actually hoped to get it back.
Hammer looked at the screen, convinced he’d find a desperate plea to Frank. Instead, he was faced with the picture of a thick, if rather short dick, which couldn’t be Dex’s due to its color.
Below it was a hungry emoji.
His balls tightened.
Dex cleared his throat. “That’s private.”
“You literally just said you want my dick,” Hammer said but was starting to feel weirdly hot at the idea of Dex being this easy.
Dex cocked his head with a little twinkle in his dark eyes. “So it is on the table?”
It would be fucking difficult to lie low with him just anywhere, but Hammer had an idea where they could hide.
He took a deep breath. “So you didn’t message Frank and took the opportunity for this instead?”
Dex’s eyes went wide. “Actually, could you text him that I’m fine?”
Hammer switched off Dex’s phone, stuffed it into his jacket and snarled. “Buckle up. There’s no Grindr where we’re going.”
Chapter 6 – Dex
Hammer looked down at Dex from behind tousled strands of brown hair. His naked form must have been sculpted by the spirit of a classical artist, and the tempting aroma of cedarwood he exuded obscured the smell of the headless body surrounded by bits of brain and bone submerged in a pool of blood. The junk piled around them in tall heaps was reminiscent of rocky hills and created the dramatic backdrop for this execution. A car parked nearby shone bright lights on the scene, making the shadows even more stark. The sledgehammer Hammer had just used to mush the traitor’s head was now casually slung over his shoulder, making him look like a devious alter ego of the God of Thunder.