Hammer

by James, Nicole

  “We’ll take them both,” Hammer told the woman.

  Tink spun. “What?”

  “She’ll wear the dress.”

  “Yes, sir. Let me just pull the tag, and I’ll ring you up.”

  Tink glanced at the tag hanging from the sleeve. “Hammer, this is high-end vintage. This dress is eighty-five dollars.”

  “Babe, you’ve been helping me with Ethan all this time. Let me buy you a gift.” He moved to her, his hands settling on her waist and pulling her against him. He kissed the tip of her nose. “Besides, I like the way it looks, so don’t argue.”

  She smiled. “Okay. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “I’ll get you a bag for your clothes, and you can wear this out,” the woman said, taking the tags off both items and moving to the register.

  Ten minutes later, they walked hand in hand across the street to the restaurant. Tink felt wonderful in the new outfit, and when they walked in, she noticed she turned several heads, men admiring her figure and women admiring the outfit. Even the hostess complimented her.

  “Oh, my God. I love that dress.”

  “Thank you,” Tink replied as they were led to a table.

  The hostess passed them menus and told them their waitress would be right over.

  Hammer took Tink’s hand and kissed it. “The boys see you in this dress, and I’m gonna have to fight ‘em off.”

  She grinned big and leaned over for a kiss. “Thank you. I haven’t felt this pretty in a long time.”

  His eyes swept over her legs. “Baby, if I gotta remind you every day how beautiful you are, I will. If I gotta buy you dresses like this to make you feel that way, I got no problem doin’ that, too.”

  She stroked the side of his face, brushing her thumb over his lips, drawing a smile from him. She loved that just a touch from her made him happy.

  “I like bein’ with you, Tink.”

  “I like being with you, too.”

  “Are you free all day? Maybe we could take Ethan to the zoo or something later.”

  Tink’s smile faded, and she checked the clock on the wall. “I have to be at my job at 3:00. I’m sorry.”

  “No problem. I understand. What kind of job?”

  She pulled back, fiddling with the silverware. “Just working for this guy at his house.”

  Hammer’s chin came up, and he studied her quietly. Tink could see the questions flashing behind his eyes, but he didn’t ask anything further.

  She wondered at the ease in which he’d let it drop. Guys in the club were not known for letting things drop where their women were concerned. In fact, most of them were all up in their business, keeping close tabs on them. She wondered if Hammer would be any different.

  She tried to lighten the mood, suggesting, “Maybe we could have time for an afternoon quickie before my class.”

  Hammer grinned. “I like the way you think, beautiful.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  After a quickly eaten lunch and a dash back to his mother’s house to get the car, they raced back to Hammer’s for a stolen hour.

  The minute they hit the door they were kissing madly. Tink loved how ravenous he was for her. He walked her backward toward the bedroom, kissing her the entire way. But then he detoured at the last minute and backed her to the dining table. Her ass hit the edge, and both his big hands grabbed and lifted her, setting her down. He pushed her legs apart and stepped between them, and she gasped. He caught her mouth, his hands moving to her waist.

  His mouth trailed down her jaw and neck, his mouth sucking and nipping.

  “Do it,” she begged. “Leave a mark.”

  He didn’t hesitate, one hand clutching the back of her neck, holding her trapped while his mouth came down on the tender skin below her ear, and he sucked hard.

  She whimpered, but he didn’t let up. It all just made her that much wetter.

  Finally, he released and pulled back, his eyes on her neck. He brushed the mark with his fingertips, and when his eyes lifted to hers, they were blazing with desire, the dominant alpha kind that drove her crazy.

  His eyes dropped to the slit between her breasts, and he reached out a finger, tracing along the gap until she shivered.

  He reached for the hem of her dress, and her eyes dropped to watch him reveal the soft creamy skin of her thighs until all that was left was a little dip of fabric covering her panties.

  He moved his big hands to her knees and pushed them wider, and she gasped, a thrill of sexual desire shooting through her.

  She panted in anticipation and both their eyes followed the progression of his hands as they glided up her thighs and disappeared under the last bit of dress.

  He paused, his thumbs an inch from touching her, from finding out just how soaked she was for him.

  “Is my beautiful girl wet for me?” he growled, his eyes burning into hers.

  “Yes, baby,” she panted softly, and her palms fell to the tabletop.

  He dropped into the chair and leaned toward her.

  Oh, God, it was erotic as hell being splayed out like that for him. She loved how he liked to tease her.

  His hands slid the dress to her waist, baring her soaked panties to his gaze. His eyes flashed with heat, and he drew in a deep breath.

  “So fucking sweet and all for me.” He reached for the sides of her panties. “I want to see that tight little pussy. I want to see how wet it is for me.” He drew them down slowly and tossed them on the table, knocking her shoes to the floor.

  His eyes moved up her body. “Pull your dress off.”

  She didn’t hesitate, wriggling until it was free from beneath her ass, and then she tore it over her head, revealing her bare breasts to him.

  She leaned back on her palms, totally naked for him.

  “So pretty.” He stroked his palm over her belly and between her legs, moving both thumbs to rotate her lips apart. “There’s that pretty clit.”

  He leaned forward and captured it with his mouth, his tongue swirling over it again and again.

  She writhed and moaned.

  “I love seeing how wet that tight pussy gets for me,” he purred between strokes of his tongue, and she felt another rush of wetness. It was as if her body was trained to his voice. He spoke, and she reacted instantly.

  He stroked her with both thumbs, and her thighs clamped against his shoulders, trying to close.

  “Don’t you close your legs to me, baby. I want to watch your body respond to me. Show me. Show me, baby.

  She whimpered at the sensation he drew from her, and his shoulders pushed her legs wider.

  “Oh…” The word fell soft and hungry from her lips. She squirmed, and he teased her over and over with just his thumbs, and she longed for him to do more, to be inside her. “Please,” she begged.

  “My baby’s so eager for it and so fucking wet.”

  She tried to move closer, to increase the pressure, but he kept her pinned.

  “Such pretty, bare, smooth lips,” he groaned. “And just covered in your arousal.

  His face was a mask of lust.

  He dipped his head, and she could feel his breath. She was desperate for his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, anything. “Please, please…”

  Her head lolled back, and her thighs began to tremble.

  “I’ve thought about this,” he purred. “You spread out on my table, just like this.”

  Her breathing quickened.

  “I have lots of fantasies. I want to play out every one.”

  “Yes, anything.”

  She felt him move, and the flat of his tongue dragged over her bare lips, and she gasped. Oh, God. It was heaven.

  He groaned and moved in closer, lapping and sucking and teasing in fast little movements.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned. Another rush of wetness was his reward.

  She bucked her hips against him, wanting more.

  He finally, finally thrust two fingers inside her, curling them and seeking out that
spot she couldn’t hide.

  She whimpered and jerked.

  “There it is,” he growled, giving it his undivided attention.

  His thumb moved to her clit, moving in tight circles until she was panting and rocking against him. He moved over her to capture her mouth with his. She tasted herself and moaned into his mouth. He kissed her harder, deeper, more frantic. Then backed away to hover over her mouth and order, “Come for me, beautiful. Come all over my hand.”

  And she did, shuddering with an explosion he’d taken so much care to build, the way he built the fire the other night—painstakingly slow, one log at a time, then tinder, then the match. His words were the match, and she blazed to life.

  She bucked against his arm, and he rubbed her hard with the heel of his hand, muffling her moans with his mouth. He rocked her slowly down from the edge until she was a puddle in his arms.

  “That was beautiful,” he whispered above her lips. “Now I want to fuck you.”

  “Yes, yes, fuck me please.”

  He moved back, took her hand, and pulled her off the table. Instead of taking her to the bed, he spun her around and bent her over the polished wood, her ass in the air, her breasts flattened to the surface.

  His fingers went to her entrance and slipped through the wetness. He played again, smearing her coating all over her. She jumped.

  “Sensitive?”

  She nodded and heard his belt and then his zipper. With her cheek to the wood, she couldn’t watch, but she gasped when she felt the head of his cock slide around her clit.

  “I could stand here and tease you all day, but we don’t have that much time.”

  “Take me, please, baby.”

  “I love when you beg, beautiful. Makes my dick that much harder.”

  He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside. She sucked in a breath at the sudden feeling of being taken, of being filled so full. And still he kept pressing.

  “Take it all, baby.”

  She panted.

  His hands took her hips in a tight grip and then he started moving, gliding in and out of her wet channel, slowly at first.

  “You okay, baby doll?”

  She nodded.

  His speed increased.

  “How hard do you want it? You want me to hold back?”

  She shook her head.

  That wasn’t enough for him. “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “No, no, don’t hold back.”

  One palm slid up her spine, gentle and sweet, and then that palm lifted and came down on her ass with a pop. She jumped at the change. It fired her up even more, and she bucked.

  “That’s what I like. Buck for me girl.”

  He clamped his big hands on her hips and rode her hard. The more she bucked, the harder he fucked her. And that’s what this was—a good fucking. And she loved every minute of it. Her pussy was slick with her arousal. It wanted more, and he didn’t disappoint.

  “I love your ink,” he said between panting breaths, his body jerking and his cock shuttling in and out of her. “I’m gonna pull out and come all over it.”

  “Yes, yes, paint me with it.”

  He reached under her and pinched both nipples hard, and she detonated in a blazing orgasm. As she was floating down, he pulled out, and she glanced over her shoulder. He pumped his dick with his fist and spurt long ropes of ejaculate all over the small of her back and her ass. His face was twisted in a snarl of ecstasy.

  Finally, he was through, and he lay one big palm next to her face as he twisted his cock with his fist. “Fuck, baby. That was good.”

  She smiled. It was. It was fucking great.

  He dipped his head and kissed her brow. “Best I’ve ever had, beautiful.” He kissed her again, and then teased, “Come back tonight, and we’ll do it again.”

  She giggled and shook under him, happier than she’d been in a long time.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Two nights later, Hammer sat in the clubhouse at the bar. They’d just had a visit from the two DK members that Shades had ordered to make the payoff payments from the meeting they’d had with them. It had gone well, if not a little tense. They’d met out in the yard; no way they were letting them set foot inside the clubhouse.

  When they left, the club had its weekly meeting and discussed keeping an eye on what the DKs would be doing down in Tuscaloosa. They agreed to get in contact with any of their supporters down there to keep their eyes open for DK activity.

  Hammer sat on a bar stool next to Ghost, Shades, and Griz.

  The door opened, and one of their new prospects walked in. He was a young kid, fresh out of the military, and he showed real promise. He knew the meaning of the word loyalty, and so far, he was quick to do whatever he was asked.

  In this instance, it was Hammer who had asked him to do something.

  Hammer twisted on his barstool, eager to know what the kid had found out. “Prospect, what do you got for me?”

  “I followed her like you said. Waited out of sight until she left.”

  “And?”

  “I checked the place out. Looked in the windows. I saw something you’re gonna want to know about.”

  “Okay, so spill,” Hammer said.

  The prospect’s eyes cut to the other brothers at the bar. “Do you want to talk somewhere else?”

  “No, I want you to fucking tell me what you know.”

  “There were nude paintings.”

  Hammer frowned. “Say that again.”

  “Inside. In the back of the house, there was some kind of art studio set up. I saw some of the paintings on them stand-things. There was a painting of a naked woman. It…” He glanced to the other men, who had all perked their ears. “It looked like her.”

  Hammer grabbed the prospect by the shirt and yanked the kid’s face an inch away from his as he growled, “You saw her goddamn naked?”

  He shook his head. “No. She’d already walked outside to her car. I just saw the paintings.”

  “Where?”

  “In the studio.”

  “Where’s the damn house, Prospect!” Hammer thundered.

  “In Mountain Brook.”

  “Show me where this place is!” Hammer barked, shoving him away.

  Shades stopped him with a word. “Brother.”

  He spun. “Yeah.”

  Shades jerked his head, climbing off his bar stool. “Come on. Let’s talk.” He also motioned Ghost to follow. They headed down the hall to his office. The room was tiny, especially with the three large men in it. Shades perched on the edge of the desk. “What’s this about? What do you have him doing?”

  “Yeah, I’m his sponsor. I should know this shit,” Ghost snapped.

  Hammer ran a hand through his hair. “I had him follow Tink. It was just for her protection, you know. She’s been doin’ shit for me, helpin’ me out. Thought I owed her that, at least.”

  “And?” Shades asked.

  “And I wanted to know more about this guy she’s workin’ for.”

  “Workin’ for? Doing what?”

  “That’s just it… She’s been real vague, and I guess I just wanted to know.”

  “So, you’re plannin’ to go to her employer’s home?” Shades asked.

  Hammer jammed his hands in his hip pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Yeah. I need to check it out. See for myself. If what the prospect says is true, I may be beating this dude’s ass.”

  “If what he says is true, I think you may need backup.” Ghost looked over at Shades. “How ‘bout you, VP? You think we should tag along?”

  Shades grinned. “Check out the nude paintings? Absolutely.”

  “I’ve always been into art,” Ghost said with a grin.

  “Yeah, me, too,” Shades agreed.

  “Guys,” Hammer protested.

  “No way you’re getting out of this one, bro. We’re going with you,” Shades said.

  “Besides, ain’t nothing interesting happening around here tonight. It’ll give us something
to do.”

  Hammer shook his head. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening. This is personal.”

  “Uh-uh. You don’t get to put the prospect on it and then claim it’s personal. You made it club business. We’re goin’.”

  “You both suck,” Hammer grumbled.

  Shades chuckled and slapped him on the shoulder. “Yeah, well, look at it this way… You beat the shit outta the artist, you may need us to bail you out of jail tonight.”

  “True.”

  “Let’s go.”

  They walked out, and Hammer jerked his head at the prospect. He fell in with them as they moved outside to their bikes.

  “Lead the way, Prospect,” Ghost ordered, buckling his helmet.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Hammer, Shades, and Ghost rolled through the upscale neighborhood where the prospect led them. It was the kind of place where the homes had lots of land around them. They could find a wooded area down the road, park, and sneak onto the property through the back.

  The prospect led them to a small wooded section and pulled off the road into the trees and bushes. He stopped and cut his engine.

  “Where is it, Prospect?” Shades asked.

  “Follow me.”

  They all dismounted, glancing around as they moved quietly and quickly through the woods.

  The prospect squatted down and pointed through a break in some bushes. “That’s the place.”

  Hammer studied it. From where they were sitting on the side of the property, he could see the front drive leading up to the modern one-level home. The grounds around it were landscaped with some bushes that might give cover.

  The prospect gestured for them to follow as he moved, hunched over toward the back. He squatted again and pointed. “That’s where I saw them.”

  There was a wing in the back that extended out with walls of floor-to-ceiling windows. With the reflection on the glass, he couldn’t really see inside from where they hid in the tree line. There was no visible entrance to it.

  “Think we can get close enough to see in?” Shades asked.

  “Fuck seeing—I want inside,” Hammer growled.

  “Ain’t no way to get in,” Ghost murmured. “It’s just windows, and they ain’t the kind that open.”