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 woman tut-tutted at Hammer before raising her brows at Dex. “Look what the cat brought in…”
Hammer chuckled. “Nice to see you too, Cora. I was in the area and figured… why not knock at the door to your wild kingdom?”
Ugh. What was this attempt at flirting? The straights were so weird.
“This isn’t a hotel,” Cora said, straightening her back in a futile attempt to seem taller in front of Hammer. The top of her head still didn’t even reach his chin.
When Hammer didn’t answer, she squinted so hard Dex could barely see her green eyes through the fake eyelashes. “Who’s your friend?”
Dex opened his mouth but Hammer spoke first. “My submissive.”
Dex’s mind did cartwheels and somersaults in an attempt to understand what Hammer had said, but it all came back to the order to follow along. He wasn’t well-versed in BDSM, but he understood enough about the term Hammer used to consider it a good excuse for Dex wearing cuffs.
When Hammer’s hand slid to his nape, Dex’s brain short-circuited, rendering it unfit to think of anything to say.
“Oohh…” Cora smirked. “A lot can change in a few years, I see. Is that why you really left the scene? You discovered you liked the boys more? Most of us don’t judge, and my parties are gay-inclusive.”
Dex’s skin sizzled. Hammer was into this? He was some master-Dominant-sadist? It would make some sense in context of his argument with Stefani.
Hammer squeezed the back of Dex’s neck, making his knees go all soft. “Still mostly into the girls, but this one’s special.”
Cora crooked her neck, scanning Dex’s body as if it were up for auction. “And what, you came here to share? Gotta admit, he is cute.”
Dex’s brain fried when he imagined her long-nailed hand moving down his body. It would be new, maybe an interesting sensation, and maybe it could arouse Hammer and make him horny enough to let Dex suck him off under the pretense of having to act as if they were a couple.
But pussy? He didn’t like the idea of having to deal with one. Nor was he a fan of boobs, even though they were… fine. Just not his thing.
Protests choked his throat by the time Hammer spoke.
“No, it’s just our… anniversary. Right, Dex?” he asked and offered Dex a smile so bright no person could withstand its wooing powers, whether they preferred guys or not. The dimples on this man… Those fucking dimples.
Dex had first gotten interested in Hammer on a night that came back to him in the earlier dream. It had been so dark Dex could barely see all the bikers gathered in the junkyard for a bloody ritual meant to mete out justice in some traitor drama. But then Hammer had emerged from the shadows like the angel of justice and swung his massive tool, creating a sound that chilled everyone’s bones. Dex could still feel the thrill jolting up his chest when the sledgehammer fell on the traitor’s head to create a flat dent in the skull. He could recall the scent of blood and the heat eating through his body as he stood still and watched Hammer unleash mayhem.
His toes curled, his heart felt mushy, and his lips throbbed with need.
Hammer was right. He was easy.
“Y-yeah. And Hammer told me he had something special planned.”
Cora winced, shifting from side to side. “You’re putting me in a difficult spot here. I don’t like you showing up out of the blue, without asking. Besides, I’ve closed the dungeon for some renovations, and it’s just not a good time. Unless you can pay extra.”
Dungeon? Dungeon?!
“It was a spontaneous decision. You know me, Cora,” Hammer said with a smirk and pulled out his wallet. “How much would I owe you for staying at yours for a couple of days?”
“Ten thousand a night,” she said, making Hammer’s fingers freeze inside the wallet.
“What?”
Dex gave a nervous laugh. What the fuck did she have here to warrant a fee so big? Golden cages? Diamond-studded collars? Dildos made of unicorn bone? “That’s a bit steep. It’s a shame. Hammer told me a lot about how amazing this place is.”
She pouted and pushed back her mane of blood-red hair. “What did you tell your boy?”
Even though it was all pretend, a shiver still went down Dex’s spine at being spoken of like he were a pet rather than Hammer’s equal. It gave him a weird jolt of satisfaction similar to the one that had gone through him when Hammer had called him special. He would have loved to know someone saw him this way. Especially a man as worthy of admiration as Hammer.
“That you and I share some history, and that you are the best Domme I’ve seen at work,” Hammer said and leaned closer to her. “Come on, Cora. What’s really going on? You know I can even help you out at the ranch as long as you let me stay here for a fair price.”