“He’s worn out,” Rowena said with a smile. “Mr. Reese has been playing with him, and when he wasn’t, Ozzie was.”
“They think he’s going to be the next Bo Jackson,” Amelia responded, smiling too.
“What do you say ma’am?” Rowena asked.
“I say he’s going to be JoJo. Whatever form that takes.”
Rowena smiled. “He’s very fortunate to have you for a mother,” she said.
Amelia was touched by her words, even if she didn’t believe them. A mother who traffics in drugs? Yeah, right. He could do a whole lot better than her.
“I’ll be upstairs,” she said, “but call me if he wakes back up.”
“I will, ma’am,” Rowena replied.
And Amelia headed out of the nursery, and upstairs.
Hammer had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off in his master bedroom when Amelia walked in. His back was to the entrance, as he stood at his underwear drawer, so he didn’t see her.
But she saw him. She saw that fine, muscular body. The backside of those muscular calves. His tight ass. And even his long, thick penis, as it hung down between his legs. She was getting hot already, as she walked further into the room, and plopped onto his bed.
He saw her when she laid on the bed, and his heart did that fluttering thing her presence always caused. He smiled. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
Although she was fully dressed, he was looking at her with the same lustful eyes she had been looking at him. And instead of opening his drawer to pull out a pair of briefs, he tossed his towel aside and made his way to the bed. He gave her space two nights ago, after her ordeal. But his patience was now over.
Amelia could sense his determination as he walked toward her. He wasn’t trying to pretend that this was going to be another kiss. He was about to do her hammer-style, which meant a lot of hammering. Her vagina was getting wet just thinking about the feeling.
And he was upon her. “Stand up,” he said to her.
She stood up.
“Turn around.”
She turned around.
He unzipped her form-fitting black dress and pulled it down, along with her panties, until both were completely removed. Then he unlatched her bra, and removed that too.
When he turned her back around, facing him, he felt that tug of emotion that she and she alone elicited in him. It went beyond the physical attraction, which was powerful. But the feelings he felt for Amelia were so much deeper than that. It made his heart squeeze and his need to have her become almost urgent. As if he was losing her every time he wasn’t with her, and he had to reclaim her all over again.
He reclaimed her in a major way this time. He pulled her naked body up to his naked body and began kissing her. It was the same passionate kiss that they shared two days ago, but this time it was punctuated with her small body being lifted up to his big body. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around him and enjoyed every second of their kiss.
But Hammer didn’t stop there. He lifted her up further, and began sucking her breasts. He feasted on them the way Amelia always wanted a man to do, but none of them but Hammer knew how to do. She held onto his head as he sucked her nipples until they were red and swollen, and her vagina was raging with pulsations.
Then he lifted her further up yet again, until her vagina was in his face. And as she rested her legs across his shoulders, he ate her pussy with a ferocity that made her cum in his mouth. She couldn’t hold back. She tried. She tried with all of her might. But her orgasm would not be denied. She came hard!
But while she was yet in the midst of her cum, Hammer laid across his bed, with her on top of him, and rammed his fully aroused penis inside of her.
“Baby!” she cried when he put it in her.
“Amelia!” he sighed as he pounded her.
And then he was hitting it even harder. Whenever Hammer was with Amelia, he knew no other way. He wanted to take it slow. He always wanted to take it easy. But he never could. He always had to have her in the worse way. And he had her. He pounded her. He hammered her. He made the kind of love to her that came with a statement. She was his. No matter what she said. No matter what he said. No matter what the world said. She was his. And he was going to prove it with his dick.
He held Amelia’s body tight against his, and began kissing her as they made love. Amelia was in that state of urgency, too, and was kissing him with equal vigor, as her body had rolling orgasms with his every stroke. She was a woman with seriously elevated sexual needs, and his sexuality was even more intense. He was just the man to satisfy a girl like her.
And he satisfied her to the roots of her hair. He put a hurting on her, because her entire body, from her mouth to her breasts to her vagina, were inflamed. She was on fire with passion. And he wasn’t thinking about quenching it any time soon.
He turned her onto her back, got on top, and fucked her long and hard. Hammer’s strong, tight ass was pumping the shit out of her. He was groaning and grunting as he fucked her. Amelia was the one who did it for him. She was the first and only woman he made love to in the raw. She was on birth control now: they didn’t want another JoJo just yet. But whenever they were together, they were raw as raw could get.
But he had a secret. One that didn’t square with his reputation. After he made love to Amelia; after that first time they were together, his sexual appetite for other women declined mightily. It didn’t completely stop. His appetite was too ferocious. But there was a definite decline. And even with the ones he took to bed, he’d only did it to prove that Amelia held no hold on him. He’d put on a condom and make love to them, just to cum, but it was nothing more than settling for less until he was able to be with Amelia again. Sometimes, he couldn’t even cum.
He made up every excuse in the book. Mainly about being distracted and other shit he knew wasn’t anywhere near the truth. But the truth of the matter was far too real for him to verbalize. Because every time he was about to enter one of those other ladies, Amelia’s radiant face would appear in his mind. And her stunning body. And the taste of her sweet pussy. And it was over for him. After having the finest wine on the market, he just couldn’t settle for Mad Dog 20/20.
But what Hammer didn’t know, as he continued to make love to her as if he would die if he didn’t give it his all, was that after Amelia made love to Hammer, she never made love to another man again. She talked the big talk that night, about not wanting to settle down; about agreeing that their relationship would be an open one. But after sex with Hammer, she couldn’t bring herself to be with anybody else. She remained faithful to him.
But when he came, he wasn’t thinking about settling or faithfulness or anything else. He stopped kissing Amelia and looked into her beautiful eyes. He wanted her to see what he was feeling. He wanted her to know that it wasn’t all about sex, or even mainly about sex. It was about her. He wanted her to look in his eyes and know it was all about her.
She saw it. She saw it as he strained and tightened. She saw it as he shot his wad into her as if he was landing a jump shot with nothing but net. It swished in like a warm bath and bathe her with love. She wanted to cry it felt so good. And to her amazement, she came yet again! What was it about this man, she thought frustratingly, that could take her over so completely?
When it was all over, he collapsed on top of her. And then, after taking several minutes to regain his strength, he lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the shower.
They showered together, made love beneath the showerhead, and showered once again.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
An hour later and they were downstairs in the nursery. Rowena was told to take a break so they could spend time alone with their son, and she gladly did just that. He was still asleep, resting peacefully, and Hammer was seated in a chair holding him. With her stilettos off, Amelia was down on her knees, between Hammer’s legs, rubbing JoJo’s back. Her head, with her long, thick hair, was resting against Hammer’s arm, as
they watched their baby sleep.
But Hammer was also watching Amelia. Despite the fact that she was endangering her life with that shit she was in, and it angered him still that she refused to get out, she was a wonderful mother to his son. She loved him and Hammer trusted Amelia above anybody else to protect him. She had skills most of his men didn’t possess. If he was in a fight for his life, there were four people he would feel had the skills to assist him: Amelia; his kid brother Trevor Reese; a man he respected, Mick Sinatra; and Ozzie Jones. Although his brother Trevor would top his list - nobody had skills, he felt, like that man, Amelia would be a close second. Not because their skills were above Mick the Tick’s. Mick Sinatra was the baddest man Hammer had ever known. But because he believed Amelia, Trevor Reese, and Ozzie Jones cared deeply about him, and would give it all they had.
“Hammer?” she asked, without looking away from JoJo.
He continued to stare at her. “Yes?”
“What do you know about Leo Tamberelli?” She asked this and looked at Hammer, as if she needed to observe his reaction.
And he had a definite reaction. He frowned. “Why are you asking me about him?” he asked.
She hesitated, but she had to tell him. She was going to need him in this fight. Even she wasn’t too proud to admit that. “He’s the one who took a big chunk of my territory,” she said.
Hammer’s look changed from concern to alarm. Amelia could see it in his eyes. “Leo T took your territory?”
“Yeah. That’s what I’ve been told.”
“What territory is that, Amelia? Drug territory?”
She didn’t want to respond to that. Hammer already knew, and she knew he did. “Yes,” she said.
At least she didn’t lie to him, he thought. But Leo T? How could she have gotten herself mixed up with that killer? Damn! He exhaled. “What do you want to know about him?”
“How do I get to him? I have connections, but not that high. Unless I pull you and my brother into this, which I don’t want to have to do.”
“Well you have no choice in the matter now, Amelia.” Hammer had anger in his voice. “You play with dogs, you get fleas. That’s why I wanted you out of that drug shit. Now the fleas are from one of the biggest drug dogs out there. You have no choice.”
“I just need to know how I can penetrate his defenses. That’s all I need. I’ll take it from there.”
Hammer stared at her.
He knew she was blowing smoke. And he wasn’t going along with it. So she cut the crap. “I need your help,” she said. “I can’t fight a man like Leo Tamberelli alone. He’s almost as big as my brother in the underworld, and with almost as much reach. Will you help me?”
“You just said it yourself. He’s almost as big as your brother. Why don’t you go to Mick? He can take Tamberelli out.”
“No thanks,” Amelia responded. “Thanks to your decision to call Mick in the first place, he almost took me out.”
This concerned Hammer. “He came to see you?”
Amelia nodded. “Him and Big Daddy. That’s what everybody calls my oldest brother. They both showed up at my house last night.”
“And you and Mick got into it?”
“Little bit, yeah. That’s why I want to do this without him. If I can,” she said, and looked at Hammer.
But Hammer was offended. “You know your brother hate what you’re doing, but what you figure? I don’t? That I don’t want to get your ass out of it too? You don’t think I hate what you’re doing as much, if not more, than Sinatra does?”
“No. That’s not what I mean at all.”
“Then what do you mean?”
“You get me.” She said this with deep feeling. “Better than Mick or even Charles, you understand where I’m coming from. To them all I have to do is quit the business and go into business with them. Mick has offered me a position in the past, and so has Big Daddy. But you know I can’t do that. You know I have to do my own thing. And the only thing I know how to do, and do well, ain’t exactly legal or moral or any of that shit. But you know I can’t change who I am. And I won’t change who I am just because other people are uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Amelia, I understand where you’re coming from,” Hammer responded. “That’s the only reason why I haven’t shut it down before. But after what you just told me; after who you’ve gotten yourself entangled with, I may have no choice but to shut it down now.”
Amelia looked alarmed. “But I told you I’m handling that. Yeah, I need your help with Leo T, but I got the rest. Why are you even thinking about shutting me down?”
“Why?” He couldn’t believe she asked him that. “Why do you think? Danger, Amelia, that’s why! Danger! You allowed the wrong dog into your gate. I’ve got to get him out of there. And you’re going to do everything I tell you to do to make sure he leaves. I let you run it; I let you do your thing just like you said, and look where it got you? I’m running this shit from here on out.”
“And what about me? What about my business? What am I supposed to do, Hammer?”
“You’re supposed to stop selling that shit to kids and devastating families, that’s what you’re supposed to do. And you’re going to come work for me.”
But Amelia was already shaking her head. He was singing that same song Mick and Big Daddy were singing. She could see him taking over her life if she went down that road. She wasn’t going back down that road. “No,” she said. “I work for myself.”
“Then find yourself something else to work for.”
Knocks were heard once, and then Watson opened the nursery door. “Miss Dell has arrived, sir,” he said.
Hammer exhaled. Here we go. “Put her in the parlor, Watson.”
“Yes, sir.”
“We’ll be there shortly.”
“Yes, sir,” Watson said, and then stepped back out and closed the door behind him.
Hammer looked at Amelia. He could see the sudden look of concern in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked her.
“I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.”
“Ready for what?”
“Her. Reggie Dell. I don’t know if I can deal with that right now.”
“Don’t you think I’m the one who needs to deal with it?”
Amelia nodded. “Yes.”
“Then that’s exactly what I intend to do.”
But then he just sat there, staring at her. “What?” Amelia asked him.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Amelia’s heart began to hammer. What now? She had Leo T to deal with. She had Reggie Dell to deal with. And Hammer was threatening to shut down her business for good. What else? “What is it?” she asked nervously.
But his answer stunned her. “I think it’s time we take our relationship to the next level,” he said.
For a second, Amelia wondered if she had heard him correctly. If what he said was true, it would be like a dream come true. But she didn’t want her heart to get ahead of her good sense. “The next level?” she asked him.
This wasn’t easy for Hammer, either. But it had to be said. Finally, it had to be said! “I have very deep feelings for you, Amelia. I know you think it’s only because you’re the mother of my child. That’s a part of it. But it’s much more than that.”
Amelia was staring at him as if he had just dropped down from the moon. This was Hammer? This was the man who made clear to her that open relationships were the only kind he would ever bother to have? Or was he saying he wanted to take her to the same level he’d already taken Reggie? As in a threesome, or some freaky shit like that? “What about Reggie Dell?” she asked him.
“This isn’t about her. This is about you and me. You’re my lady. You’re my girlfriend, or whatever you care to call it. I don’t want anybody else.” He looked deep into her big, clear eyes. “I need you to know that.”
His girlfriend. His lady. His. Amelia had never been anybody’s number one ever before. Her heart began to race.
“If
that’s too heavy for you to deal with,” Hammer continued, “or if I’m putting a title on you that you don’t care to have, that’s fine too. You have every right to say no. But that won’t change the way I feel.”
Tears began to appear in Amelia’s eyes. She remembered the first time she realized Hammer was a different kind of dude. It was the day she told him that she was pregnant, and the child was his. She remembered it, not because of the gravity of what she was telling him, but because of what he didn’t tell her.
They were at his club, hours before opening time. He was sitting at the bar reviewing receipts, and she had joined him, declining a drink. She had just found out herself that she was pregnant.
When she told him, he stopped all movement and looked at her. “Pregnant?” he asked.
She nodded. She expected him to go off on her. To claim it wasn’t his. To demand a paternity test. Yes, he removed the condom in the middle of their passion, but he probably assumed she was on birth control. He probably assumed she’d taken care of that!
And normally she would have. But, at the time, it hadn’t been that long after Bulldog’s death, and she wasn’t doing shit with anybody at that moment in time. She started getting sloppy and would forget to take a pill. She forgot one time too many.
“How far along?” he asked her.
“Two months.” She touched her stomach. “I’m barely showing.”
Hammer looked down at her stomach. Two months ago, they both knew, was the very first time they had sex. And it was such mind-blowing sex that it made him realize he couldn’t give her up. The fact that he had felt some powerful connection to her before the sex helped too.
But as she suspected he would, he bought up the obvious. “I thought you were on birth control,” he said.
“I was on birth control. But I was inconsistent. I forgot to take it the way I should have.”
But then, as if he’d already accepted the truth of the matter, he exhaled. “I’m going to be a father,” he said as if it was still unbelievable to him. Then he smiled, showing lines of age around his big, blue eyes, and nodded his head. “Wow,” he said.
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