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)
Hammer rubbed his face, following the curve of Dex’s spine with his gaze, all the way to that tempting ass, which had milked his balls so thoroughly he still felt lightheaded an hour later.
Still, if he didn’t put a lid on this now, he could end up with a disaster on his hands in the future. The club might not mind working with the gays from the junkyard, but that didn’t mean all the brothers would be comfortable around someone who fucked men. Especially when that someone already had issues fitting in. Had this whole thing with Ryker not proven how delicate Hammer’s position within the club was? He wanted to go back to the way things were and wasn’t ready to sacrifice the comfortable status quo for the sake of continuing an experiment with a guy, no matter how alluring Hammer found him.
“Ew!” Dex moaned. “I got some in my eye! Fuck. I should have worn the goggles.”
Hammer chuckled and approached him with the remaining pizza in hand. “Open up, I’ll bring some water.”
Dex didn’t question him and just took the food in his mouth, and once they managed to flush the blood out of his eye, he was back to chopping.
Hammer crossed his arms and watched him with growing fascination. “You’re pretty good at this.”
He’d also been a shockingly good shot despite the extreme circumstances. Maybe Hammer had underestimated him because of those wide smiles, horny offers, and stupid comments?
Dex grinned as if he’d been patted on the head for doing well at school. “Thanks! I think even Frank’s more bothered by death than me. I’m a pro.”
Again, that cutesy smile, as if he were an innocent kid who hadn’t sucked dick once. But the marks Hammer had left on his body and the bloody carnage on the table weren’t lying. This guy was something else.
He did not give a fuck about the dead body he was processing. Maybe the pep talk Hammer had come up with then showering wouldn’t be necessary?
“Remember when I offered to butcher the bodies?” Hammer asked, staring at the round ass, which surely still held some of his cum.
Dex nodded, moving on to the feet of the carcass. “Yeah, but you’ll have sore muscles in your abs.” He wiggled his eyebrows right before bringing down the cleaver.
Before he could think, Hammer squeezed Dex’s ass, making him flinch. “Oh? You don’t feel any discomfort?”
Dex grabbed the lower leg resting on the side of the table and poked Hammer’s chest with its hairy foot. “I do, okay? Happy? Do that again in the next forty eight hours, and I’ll kick your ass.” He waved the cut limb in the air. “Get it? Kick. With the foot.”
Hammer grabbed Dex’s throat and leaned over him, his pulse quickening as the kid’s brown eyes glazed over. Words pushed at his mouth like a flood, and if Dex were a girl, Hammer would have told him that there were other holes he could use. But Dex was a man, and as hot as the sex had been in a moment of high adrenaline, it should not be repeated. He was already crossing boundaries he knew ought to be left in place.
Dex’s eyes flickered with hope that needed to be extinguished. And instead of being offended, this crazy little fuck smiled. “Getting dirty ideas? Here? I don’t think doing any of that here would be sanitary.”
Hammer pressed his lips together. He didn’t regret having sex with Dex, and if he were a perfect stranger, Hammer would have had no qualms to do it again before the inevitable parting. But Dex was a blabbermouth, and someone who existed on the periphery of club life. And even if he were discreet, this situation might become a burden. Better to nip it all in the bud.
“No. It was a good way to deal with all the energy, but I don’t want a reprise.”
Dex cocked his head. “That’s a weird way to put it. You’ll want what you want when you want it.”
Hammer needed to change the topic to something safer. “What I want is to tell you that you’re one crazy motherfucker. And there I was, thinking you’d be unable to deal with all this meat,” Hammer said, pulling away from Dex and gesturing at all the body parts prepared for grinding. The tigers and Baby would share the load of getting rid of the evidence.
Dex looked thoughtful when he turned back to the table. “Do you think it’s weird? That I’m not freaked out?”
Yes. And it was the same brand of weird Hammer was. But instead of saying what immediately came to his mind, he approached the grinder with the first batch of the meat and shrugged. “Most people have to really get used to this kind of shit. You seem unbothered.”
Dex turned his back on Hammer, and while it offered him a nice view on buns clad in Hello Kitty, right now Hammer would have preferred to see Dex’s expressions.