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)
Her skin shimmered in the dusky blue light, inviting him for a taste. Was she wearing edible glitter or something of that nature?
“Maybe for you?” So it was cliché, but in his experience, that was exactly what he was meant to say in this particular situation. What was the point of reinventing the wheel when it worked? It wasn’t as though either of them was here to discuss philosophy.
She smiled, squinting as if assessing whether she still wanted his company, even though she’d been the one to approach him. Dex, on the other hand, had been so shameless in the way he expressed his interest in Hammer, actively pursuing him with compliments and actions.
Why couldn’t she give him that kind of attention?
“Maybe, maybe… I haven’t seen you at Cora’s before, and I would have remembered such nice ink.” The woman ran her finger between his pecs.
Hammer leaned against the kitchen island, presenting his muscular chest. A man needed no costume if he had his kind of build and good tattoos to spice things up. As he took in more of her body—the full hips and thighs that would bruise so well under the gentlest pressure—a sense of calm descended on his shoulders.
So maybe his life was in ruins, but he could still pull hot pussy, and there was no point in moping that he had to work for it. “I’ve known Cora for years. But I moved away, so can’t visit nearly as often anymore.”
What it was really meant to say was that Hammer was experienced.
“I guess it’s my lucky night then.” She smirked with the pretty red lips. The color would have looked great smeared around her mouth after—
Hammer’s gaze drifted over his shoulder at the commotion of laughter and gasps, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Several rubber dicks were flying in the air, and as people clapped, he had to reassure himself that he was not in fact dreaming.
Dex was juggling dildos.
He managed to continue that feat seamlessly until their eyes met. He stared at Hammer for a bit too long, and one of the fake dicks hit his head.
Hammer definitely wanted to see his own cock hitting Dex’s rosy cheeks. And then cover them with endless streaks of cum. And if it were Halloween, he’d love to smudge whatever face paint Dex would have chosen to wear until the handsome face was a sexy, ugly mess.
His dick started feeling heavy from the onslaught of imagination, so he willed himself to think about all the unsexy things—broken bikes, maggots on bodies that hadn’t been properly disposed of—the proximity of the woman’s breasts wasn’t helping. Then again, whatever he was feeling because of Dex could be rechanneled in her direction.
When she turned around to look where his gaze had strayed, Dex was already picking up the dildos and laughing with someone, but once that was done, he headed their way with a little wave.
She raised her eyebrows. “You know this clown?” she whispered. “I heard him discussing which lube tastes best.”
Anger simmered deep in Hammer’s body, like a gas burner that was only getting started. “Sounds like a practical thing to discuss.”
Her lips twisted into the tiniest scowl, but she didn’t get to answer, since Dex joined them. He introduced himself, and in the process, they found out that the woman’s, most likely fake, name was Hecate.
“Let me know if you need access to any toys,” Dex said, showing off the dildos in his arms. “Cora put me in charge of these.”
Hecate rolled her eyes. “We’re good, thanks.”
But Hammer wasn’t good. What was this display of not giving a flying fuck about who Hammer fucked? Only three days back, the kid had been livid because of the rejection. Was he over it already? To be fair, he did have the attention span of a goldfish.
“I prefer using my own tools,” he said, meeting Dex’s eyes while pushing forward his hips ever so slightly.
There it was, that spark of interest accompanied by mindlessly parting lips. “You mean the sledgehammer?” Dex chuckled but looked away as if he was denying himself even a glance at Hammer.
Hecate raised her eyebrows. “He means he’s not interested in the dildos.”
Ah, so she was one of the people who thought themselves sleeker and smarter than everybody else.
Hammer despised this kind of better-than-thou attitude which he’d seen so much of, courtesy of his family. As a decently intelligent guy, he had a very clear understanding of his own shortcomings, so interacting with someone who so obviously considered themselves a prize yet hadn’t yet produced a single original thought was like walking on gravel barefoot.
“I mean what I mean.”
He didn’t appreciate being spoken for, and he must have gotten his point across to Hecate, because she shut up.
Dex, on the other hand, didn’t. “Okay, okay! I was just saying, ‘cause look at this one.” He presented a coral-pink toy with lots of little nubs and a narrow tip. “Cora said she had this one custom made to imitate a tiger penis. I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda curious. To be fair, curiosity did take me to ER before, but what I’ve learned the hard way is that as long as the toy has something that stops it from going in whole, it’s much safer to use, and this one does.” He turned the dildo to show them the flat base. When Hecate cocked her head, he continued. “If it doesn’t have a base, it can get lost inside the body and that’s no fun. Unless someone has a medical fetish, but that’s a different story.”