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)
Dex laughed and stuffed his face with more sweet goodness. How did Hammer know he needed this?
Sitting so close, he got a whiff of a fresh-smelling soap and frowned. “You took a shower.” When Hammer shrugged, he continued. “But you told me there’s only the cutesy jasmine shower gel?”
Hammer smirked and grabbed a handful of cereal straight from the box. “Smells good on you.”
The warm feeling spread in Dex’s stomach, mixing with the sweet food. He’d use only jasmine soap from now on.
Chapter 13 – Hammer
It was a good thing Baby’s room, adjacent to Cora’s boudoir, had noise protection, because the house pulsed with electronic music blaring from speakers placed all over the party space. Which meant almost the entire house.
The mood lighting changed its color every now and then, creating a pleasant ambience as three dozen guests socialized in anticipation of the moment when everyone shed their sparse clothing and the party turned into an orgy. Same as every first Saturday of the month at Cora’s.
The hard beat trailed up Hammer’s legs before encompassing his body in the dark rhythms that made all the women sway their hips in sparse finery and all the men nod ever-so slightly. The dress code was “sexy and easily taken off”, but the participants wore everything from costumes to full on fetish gear. While the party theme was bisexual swingers, plenty were interested in kink, and therefore at least half of the crowd had gone to the BDSM workshop the hostess conducted in the dungeon.
With all the mayhem in his life, Hammer hardly had the time for partying, but they couldn’t leave and attempt to find out what was going on back at the club when they still had several batches of meat they’d butchered. The two tigers and the puma could only eat so much, so three days in, they still had a bit to go.
The sex party was the last thing on Hammer’s mind, but Dex, the dick-obsessed little pervert wouldn’t let it go. Hammer had told Cora they’d leave for the evening, but no such luck. Dex had thrown a fit of horny fury at breakfast, and Hammer caved. Sure, he wanted sex as much as any other guy, but the party felt like such a distraction. Or maybe he just wasn’t in the mood for ‘fun’ when his life was falling apart. Dex on the other hand seemed to think sex was the answer to all of life’s problems, and offered to help with the clean-up if Cora broke the official rules and allowed him to participate without bringing a female plus one. She was perfectly fine with that bargain.
Cora let Dex borrow a leather harness that left his toned chest exposed and would make it easy to grab him. Which wasn’t something Hammer was about to do, since he’d already fulfilled the fantasy of having sex with a man. Though he’d be lying to himself if he claimed it didn’t bother him that Dex had stopped flirting with him. Or maybe he’d just gotten less obvious about it? If that was the case, Hammer, with his blindness to subtle cues, was the worst possible target.
So maybe he had gone shirtless in hope the kid would show interest and tickle his ego one more time, but so far Dex had been browsing through the stallions on offer like an experienced connoisseur of horseflesh, who wouldn’t invest in just any breeding stud.
A bright-eyed boy in the dark buffet of desire, he moved from group to group, smiling at people, making them laugh, and eagerly accepted all the compliments and touches, even when they came from women. An older lady, whom Hammer remembered from his more active time in BDSM circles pinched Dex’s cheek and then held his chin as she inspected his handsome face.
Hammer would have preferred to inspect that blatantly exposed round ass, because Dex had chosen to wear his jockstrap, and it was… distracting, particularly when Dex faced away from him.
Maybe a good hard slap on that ass would make Dex look back at last, because Hammer hadn’t been spared a single glance this evening, as if Dex no longer found his presence of use. And while it had been Hammer who had put a lid on their mutual desire, the lack of attention was still infuriating.
“Waiting for someone?” A soft, somewhat raspy voice spoke, ripping Hammer out of his trance. A twenty-something woman with a dark ponytail stood in front of him dressed in a tight corset cut so low her nipples were left exposed.
Hammer leaned toward her, so he could hear her better over the loud music. She was speaking in a sultry kind of tone he generally wasn’t fond of. What he liked was sweet, uncontrollable squeaks, not this overly sexy, low tone of someone who knew what they wanted. But then again, any excuse to have a closer look at perky, rosy nipples was a good one.