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)
“He’s gone,” he said, stepping inside.
Cora stood right next to Dex’s cage—something that would have been dangerous if Dex was a smarter hostage—but it didn’t seem he was about to take advantage of the situation.
“Did you kill him?” Dex asked, his eyes wide.
Cora turned so fast her ponytail whipped Dex in the face. “What? Did you?”
Hammer waved his hand. “It wasn’t necessary. But I’m surprised you didn’t get your shotgun when he followed you here,” he told Cora, whose face was turning darker.
“And what good would it do if I shot him? His buddies would have come after me.”
Hammer sighed. He couldn’t stay here to protect her forever. “It’s dealt with for now. Just think about a way to get the money and don’t borrow from those kind of fuckers again.”
She hugged herself. “The bank won’t budge, and without the treatment, Bandit would be already dead,” she said and glanced at the empty cage next to Dex’s. She straightened up, as if only now remembering something. “Baby! Is the door closed?” she asked, already rushing to the exit.
“She must be in your bedroom. The gunshot spooked her.”
Cora ran out, leaving Hammer to enjoy the pleasant buzz in his veins. He wouldn’t get peace though, because Dex pointed to his chest as if they were already back to the conversation about tattoos.
“There’s blood on you. What did you do?”
Hammer was still all warm inside from the rush of the fight and offered Dex a smile. “Broke his arm and hand. Must have sprayed me a bit.”
Dex licked his lips. “Respectfully, that’s hot.”
Hammer’s brows rose, and he straightened his posture without thinking. “You ever did anything like it?”
Dex gave him a cocky smile. “You know I work for Frank, not just wash his dishes. I’m the kind of man who does any job thrown at him.”
Going by the speed with which Frank had wanted to replace Dex with Jag as the guard, Hammer doubted the truthfulness of that statement.
“Answer the question,” Hammer said, stopping just out of Dex’s reach.
Dex rolled his eyes, but not before giving Hammer’s body a long lick with the brown gaze. “Okay, so I don’t think I ever went as far as breaking someone’s bones. Unless corpses count.”
Hammer smirked, though he was flattered by the boy trying to impress him. “You should try it sometimes. Feels like a good fuck.”
He loved seeing Dex pause. The kid’s eyes glazed over as if hearing Hammer say anything remotely sexual was enough to scramble his dick-starved brain.
“Maybe once I prospect,” Dex said as if Hammer hadn’t just put that idea in his head as flattery. “Is it true a prospect has to do anything a member tells them to?”
There was clearly only one member on his mind right now and it didn’t take a sharp mind to realize what he was on about. Confirmation would have spun Dex’s thoughts toward extensive fantasies of sexual chores, having to suck dick on command, and bend over for anyone who asked.
Or was Hammer’s own mind reflecting what he imagined Dex’s thoughts to be?
“Depends on the club.” No need to disperse Dex’s prospecting dreams yet, as it could keep him more loyal if the issue involving Ryker escalated.
“Do you guys have communal showers at the club? Or is that just a porn thing? Because we could both use one right now…” Dex gave him a silly grin. “If I’m supposed to be staying here much longer, my clothes could use a wash too.”
Hammer stalled. He’d never been baited quite like this, and the predator in him itched to respond. He knew that were he to ask Dex to wash his dick and balls with that pink mouth, his prisoner would have obeyed without question, but it wouldn’t be possible to take that back.
So he hesitated, letting his gaze drop down Dex’s body. He had been in the cage for over a day now.
“Fine. Take off your clothes,” Hammer said, pinning his eyes to Dex’s face.
It was a pleasure to be around someone so animated and unguarded, someone whom Hammer didn’t need to carefully dissect in order to discover his thoughts.
“Um… Now? Here?” Dex asked but was already pulling off his T-shirt and revealing his slim but athletic form covered in a mish-mash of tattoos.
“I thought you wanted to do as you're told,” Hammer said and offered Dex a smile he hoped was enigmatic.
Dex’s face flushed enough to obscure the freckles dotting the youthful features, but he was quick to lower himself to one knee and undo the laces of his boots. His pale hair was messy, and just long enough to easily slide fingers into for a handful.
If Hammer dragged him to the bars and freed his cock— No, he should not consider any of that.
“Not always. I’m no one’s slave.” Dex pushed his boots off, but stalled when it was time to remove his jeans. They hung on his hips low enough to reveal the blue waistband of his jockstrap. “I am your sub though,” he said with a wink that made Hammer’s blood cook all over again.