Dickhead (Wrong Side of the Tracks #3) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Biker, Dark, M-M Romance, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
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A man with a dense, carefully shaped beard stepped from behind a small counter. “Hi, you up for some axe throwing?” he asked, and Hammer shrugged, briefly glancing at the wooden name tag attached to his clothing.

“We are here.”

‘Steve’ stalled for half a second before breaking into a wide grin. “Good, good! Have you done this before?”

Dex nodded. “Oh yeah! I’ve done this many times.” He glanced at Hammer. “I practice at the junkyard.”

Was this an I-want-to-show-off-in-front-of-my-girlfriend kind of date? That would have made Hammer the girlfriend. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, and wished he could stop overthinking something as simple as hanging out with a fun guy he fucked, but there he was.

“He can show me,” he said in the end, pointing his thumb at Dex.

In the busy lane, female laughter erupted following what sounded like a particularly good hit. Hammer might not have the experience with this specific thing, but he knew his way around throwing knives, so maybe it wouldn’t be too difficult of a transition.

Hammer’s mind switched off when Steve gave them a long lecture about safety measures. He tried very hard to make everything sound cool, but Hammer was positive that every single joke the guy made had been regurgitated since the beginning of this attraction’s existence, as there was far too much fluency to the whole speech for it to sound natural.

But he followed the social contract and pretended to listen as the man pretended he cared about their safety and good time.

As soon as they were offered an axe each, Dex grinned at him, bouncing with excitement as he led the way to their lane. “As far as rules are concerned, it’s basically like darts.” He pointed to the round target with numbers and a big red bullseye. “But it’s all about how you throw the axe, how you gauge the distance and how many times it spins.” Dex stood very close to Hammer, presenting him the right stance, but all Hammer could think of was that this was a rom-com moment, and any second, Dex would stand behind him and show him how to grip the axe as an excuse to touch in public.

But did Hammer dislike it as a concept, or was he weirded out by the possibility of being put in a role he didn’t usually occupy? Any other time, it had been him pretending to steal touches by helping women out as both of them played respective roles in a convoluted game of chase where one side acted as though they didn’t want to be caught while another pretended that they didn’t know it was just play.

In this reversed reality, was he expected to act as if he didn’t understand Dex’s intentions, even though they were already fucking?

“Show me?” he mumbled, deciding to play along as the two of them settled in a lane adjacent to the one occupied by the two loud couples.

“Sure!” Dex got so excited he took off his jacket and put it on a chair at the back of the interior.

The T-shirt he had underneath was on the small side and featured Cora’s three big cats as cartoon characters. Before meeting him, Hammer would have sneered at the childishness of such an outfit, but now that he’d gotten to know Dex, it was starting to sink in that they were both not in the market of pleasing strangers and just expressed that in different ways. And to look as outrageous as Dex and not give a fuck took balls. Dex got a few curious glances from the side and hadn’t even noticed, all of his attention on showing Hammer the ropes.

Hammer indulged him and didn’t make a peep as Dex touched his back to “correct his form”.

Hammer could go with it, see where it headed, and maybe get a blowjob in the car later.

His thoughts stalled when that last thing jarred with the game he believed they were playing. In the current scenario, wouldn’t the person meant to get on their knees to worship the guy for his expertise be him?

Sweat beaded on his back as fire ants crawled from under his feet and continued their march up his body. Would he be expected to give Dex head? The kid never complained about always being the one to bottom in all and any fashion, but wouldn’t he want some attention on his cock eventually? He might enjoy all the dick he could get, but his own was just as functional as Hammer’s, and in his sexcapade stories, Dex had mentioned several times that he’d topped men too. More importantly, did Hammer want to suck dick? If he tried it once and didn’t like it, would Dex expect him to continue regardless?

He lost track of what Dex was saying, but it seemed like they were moving on to the practical part of the quick lesson.



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