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 kind of funny considering he’d said the same thing about Hammer’s dick, so was he now talking about the tattoos, or the chest on show?
Arousal stirred under Hammer’s skin like water returning to shore during high tide, and despite hesitation, he stepped closer, just within reach of Dex’s fingertips and fed on the helpless excitement flashing through the handsome, boyish features as Dex twisted his body to push out more of his arm.
The touch, while barely there, ignited the firepit in Hammer’s loins, and he froze, shocked by how fast the flames were spreading. He could hear the roar of an approaching car in the background, but while this likely meant Cora was back already and would require help with the groceries, for now, he was immovable.
Did Dex remember he was trapped and a hostage? Because he seemed focused only on tracing the gored intestine tattooed on Hammer’s stomach.
If Hammer propositioned now, would the kid drop to his knees like he had back at the junkyard? Oh, he would have. Even at the risk of being laughed at and told Hammer was joking.
This guy was so fucking dumb.
And yet… Hammer liked dumb.
Dumb was kind of cute. You knew where you stood with dumb.
Dumb and horny? Now that was a powder keg Hammer could see himself lighting.
“What do you think?” he asked to tease him, delighted by the strained expression on the face pressed hard between two bars while that outstretched hand attempted to get more touch.
It was… hot to be so desired and adored.
Dex’s gaze strayed to Hammer’s eyes for half a second. “I… I… It would look better against my tongue,” he whispered, smiling as if it were a joke, but he was being dead serious.
Confusion hit the back of Hammer’s head despite the flames inside him burning ever hotter. Was Dex offering to kiss him all over or something? That was… not what he expected and the kind of thing he’d do to his female lovers, not the ither way around. His mind warned it might end up being emasculating, but his body wanted to be worshipped. It would be nice to lay back and let someone else do the work for once. And if Dex got too frisky, Hammer could pacify him easily enough.
He opened his mouth, staring back into Dex’s needy eyes while his heart reached a new level of staccato.
Cora’s voice was the bucket of ice water he needed to snap out of this trance, and he stepped away as if the boy’s touch burned him.
“Hammer! He’s here! He chased me to the house,” she cried, bursting into the cat house with a flushed face and smudged eyeliner staining her cheek.
Hammer took a deep breath and faced her, ready for the opportunity to burn some off that excessive energy.
Chapter 8 – Hammer
The sledgehammer was such a welcome weight, and as Hammer pulled it out of the shed, where he’d been keeping it since their arrival at the ranch, he stepped right back into the shoes he’d temporarily left behind.
The air was crisp and made his nipples stiffen as he walked along the house to eventually spot a large blue truck parked with its open bed facing the main entrance. A vein pulsed at Hammer’s temple when he realized the repo-man was here to straight up help himself to her belongings, no police involved.
Well, that wasn’t happening.
He returned to the back door and entered the house, on the lookout for whoever this bastard was. He figured the man would go either for jewelry or expensive electronics, and when Hammer heard a noise from the living room, he headed there, ready to set the bastard straight.
He spotted Baby’s fluffy tail tapping against the wooden floor before the repo came into view.
“Back off, you overgrown vermin!” the stranger yelled in a cigarette-burnt voice, which matched his gruff exterior. Fucker could have been a relative of John Wayne’s, albeit with a substantially weaker chin and a spider web tattooed all over his bald head.
Ignorant of the danger, Baby approached the man like she would any other guest. Her back legs were low and eyes full of cautious interest, but the repo reached under his leather jacket for a gun, while keeping his other hand extended forward, as if he imagined himself to be a trainer of wildlife. With all his attention on the puma, he didn’t notice Hammer’s tentative approach, but that didn’t mean the situation was under control.
Hammer’s stomach dropped, because anything could happen now that the firearm was out. There was no way he’d allow Cora’s precious pet to be hurt.
Without thinking much, he stepped from behind the divider wall and swung his sledgehammer. The repo-man must have finally noticed him, because his bright eyes moved from the cat to the apex predator hiding in the house, but he’d been too slow. The head of Hammer’s tool crashed with the bastard’s arm and made him stumble to the floor. The gun fired when it hit the wooden panels, muting the sound of pain ripping from the repo-man’s throat.