“You’re following in their footsteps?”
“I guess you could say that. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. I’m the youngest of four—all girls. I was a little… ‘surprise package’,” she said, making tick marks in the air. “Dad was forty-five and Mom was forty-three when I was born. I’m twelve years younger than the next youngest.”
Hammer did some quick mental math. “You’re dad still on the force?”
“No, he retired five years ago. Probably a good thing. He has some big shoes to fill. I’m not Lily Donovan, I’m Carl Donovan’ little girl.”
“Why did you join the Amberton PD then?”
She shrugged. “This is my home. Dad, he’s not too keen on me being an officer. He worries but I think he’s proud of me just the same. Of course, that may change after he finds out I got knocked on my ass my first time out.”
Hammer paused as their meals were delivered then nodded his thanks.
“Hey, I told you then, don’t worry about it. It happens. I’ve been doing Jujitsu for twenty years, and after four years in the army and seven more working security, I still get knocked down sometimes. You stood your ground. That’s all you can do. If a football player runs into me, he’s probably going to knock me down, no matter how prepared I am for it.”
She grinned at him. “Thanks. I’m not sure it makes me feel any better, but at least you’re not rubbing it in.”
“Nah. You got right back in the fight. Getting knocked down doesn’t matter nearly as much as the getting back up.”
She grinned at him. “Thanks.”
He touched his forehead with two fingers in a comical salute.
As they ate, they continued to get to know each other. Every time she tried to turn the subject to him, he would answer but then turn the subject right back to her. His answers weren’t evasive, and she got no sense he was lying, but the mystery of him was like catnip, and she couldn’t seem to let it go.
“Your parents still living here?” she asked, trying a different tact.
“Yeah. They live in a trailer park outside of town on Highway 328. I haven’t seen them in years.”
“Why’s that?”
“No reason. Just drifted apart. What about your mom?”
She paused. “She died about six years ago, about a year before Dad retired. She had a stroke.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, wishing he hadn’t asked the question.
She etched a sad smile. “I’m over it, mostly.”
“What did she think of you wanting to be a cop?”
“She wasn’t thrilled. She worried about Dad being a cop.” Lily smiled in memory. “She said having to worry about both of us would put her in her grave.”
He didn’t know how to respond to that, so he changed the subject to something less personal. He found Lily fascinating. Not only was she cock-stiffening sexy but she also had a vibrancy and zeal he liked.
They continued to feel each other out over their meal, Lily picking away at Hammer’s edges, talking more than she listened, but it was refreshing to be with a man who wasn’t trying to impress her.
“Your real name is Joe, right? How did you get the name Hammer?”
He grinned. “My brothers gave it to me.”
“You have brothers? From the way you talked, I thought you were an only child.”
His grinned widened. “I do have an older sister, but she moved to California to be an actress. What she really does is wait tables while trying to land a part, and piss and moan about how she can’t get a break. By brothers, I meant the men in the Immortal Souls.”
“Why do they call you Hammer?” She couldn’t believe it when he blushed slightly.
“You don’t want to hear that story.”
She leaned over the table. “Oh yes, I do. Especially now.”
He noticed how she pushed her breasts up and together as she placed her elbows on the table, and he wondered if she was doing it for his benefit.
It took him so long to answer, she began to think he wasn’t going to tell her.
“The clean version is that a woman named Olive I was with one night got… loud. Someone later said I gave a Hammerd pounding. It stuck,” he said, keeping his voice low.
She giggled and leaned in closer. “What’s the dirty version?”
He leaned in closer himself. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Oh, absolutely!”
He grinned sheepishly. “Okay, you asked for it. We were doing it in front of the club on a bet. It was one of the club girls, and she said she’d never had an orgasm while fucking. One of the other girls bet her I could give her one. One thing led to another. In my defense, I was young, stupid, and smoked a shit ton of green that night.”
Lily could feel her heat rising as her imagination ran wild. “Did she?”
He smiled, and for the first time, she could see a bit of swagger in him. “Twice.”
“You gave a woman who had never had an orgasm, two?” she asked, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.
He could hear the skepticism in her tone, and he grinned as he nodded. “I didn’t say that. I said she’d never had an orgasm while fucking. She always got hers from oral or toys or whatever. And yes, she had two. But only one, the last one, was from us fucking. The other one was to get her warmed up.” He grinned at her again. “And it wasn’t easy, let me tell you. I didn’t think she would ever get there. She would get close, then lose it. The good news, I won five hundred bucks.”
Lily sat back and tried to decide if he was bragging—trying to impress her—but then decided he wasn’t. She’d wheedled the story out of him, and he’d kept it clean to start with, but it was his slight blush that convinced her. He actually seemed a bit embarrassed by the story. She wondered what he could with a woman who didn’t have a problem orgasming. Someone like her.
She couldn’t believe she was thinking about taking him home, but it had been so long since she’d had a man between her legs. She’d been so busy with her college finals, then her Basic Law Enforcement Test, and then trying to land her first job—it had been tough. For the last six months her only boyfriend ran on batteries.
“Ready to go?” he asked as he downed the last of his beer.
“Yeah,” she replied. As soon as she got him outside, she was going to ask him back to her place and find out if he was full of shit about his prowess between the sheets.
He escorted her out. “What are you driving?”
“The yellow Focus over there,” she said, pointing. He followed her gaze and walked toward her car, causing her to smile. He was making it easy for her.
She turned to face him as they stopped by a screaming yellow Ford Focus ST. She looked up expectantly. He did exactly what she hoped, bending down and giving her a light, gentle kiss.
“Want to come back to my place for another beer?” he asked against her mouth.
She smiled, glad he’d asked her. “Just a beer?”
He smiled back. “To start with.” He paused a moment, watching her eyes, then pulled her in again, pressing his lips down on hers. This time she responded and kissed him back, opening her mouth and inviting him to explore her more with his tongue.
“I think a beer might be a nice,” she murmured once the kissed dissolved. To start with, she added to herself and then smirked at the bulge in his pants.
He stepped back, trying to subtly readjust himself. “Want to follow me?”
She gave him her best sex kitten smile. “Why don’t you leave and find out.”
Lily followed Hammer through town, working her little car hard to keep up. He seemed to be in a hurry to get home, and that pleased her. She couldn’t believe how horny she was. She’d taken the edge off with Buzz, her “toyfriend,” a few nights ago, but as good as Buzz was, he still wasn’t a warm, living, breathing, man. He never said no, but he never surprised her either, waiting patiently in his box until she needed him again.
But Hammer was another matter. He
was funny and charming, which was good, yet it seemed to be covering a healthy layer of badassery that she also liked. She didn’t like men she could push around, and she had the distinct impression she’d met her match in Hammer.
Lily exhaled then smiled as she wound the Focus out, banging it through the gears to keep up with Hammer as they pulled away from another stoplight. It didn’t really matter. She wanted only one thing from Hammer tonight, and it was hanging between his legs. She’d noticed his impressive bulge when he had kissed her, and she was interested in finding out if he knew how to use it.
Chapter Four
As Hammer rode, the thoughts of Lily made him feel itchy and on edge. He liked her sass and the fact that even though the drunken bastard at the park was a lot bigger than her, and she was off balance, she stood her ground to try to take him down. He’d knocked her down, but she bounced right back up and was in the fray again only moments later. That showed grit. She was no girly girl, despite the way she looked, and he liked that.
He also appreciated the fact she didn’t play games. Once she’d decided she wanted him, she didn’t play coy or hard to get. He had no doubt had she wanted him.
He was looking forward to seeing if her fire and determination carried over into the bedroom.
He led her home, working his bike through traffic while keeping an eye on Lily in the rearview. Her car was slower than his bike, and need larger holes for carving the traffic. Plus he didn’t want to get too far ahead. He might enjoy having her put him in cuffs but not for speeding. She stayed with him, and he could hear the turbo overboost valve popping and whistling on her car. She wasn’t afraid to drive the shit out of it and clearly knew how to handle the vehicle. Not surprising, he supposed, since she was a cop, but it was another tick in the plus column.
Twenty minutes after leaving Sally’s, he rolled to a stop in his drive and went through the ritual of opening the garage and putting his bike away. By the time he was dismounting in the garage, Lily was standing beside him.
Out of uniform and without her ballistic vest on, he was able to appreciate all of her. He’d noticed her pretty face at the concert, but without the body armor, she had one hell of a body to match. At around five-eight, she had a slim, athletic build and she moved with grace and power, like a jungle cat. In the better light of his well-lit garage, he could tell she was a sandy blonde, her hair still pulled back in a ponytail, like when he’d first seen her, with her large hazel eyes. A smile broke out on her face when their eyes met.
He continued to admire the way she looked in her tight black jeans, black buckled boots, white scoop-neck blouse that allowed just a hint of cleavage, and her obviously well-loved leather jacket.
“You know you were speeding, right?” she asked as he stepped off the bike, a mischievous grin on her lips.
“Are you going to arrest me?”
“Depends. Are there any extenuating circumstances I should know about?”
“There’s going to be an angel at my house, and I don’t want to miss her,” he said as he opened the door and stepped into the kitchen, making sure to not look for her reaction to his quip.
He went to the fridge and pulled out two beers, twisting off both lids before handing one to her.
“To angels,” he said as he clinked his bottle gently against hers.
She grinned. Hammer’s slight smile told her he was teasing her, but she was enjoying the banter with him. She took a pull on the bottle and glanced around.
Hammer’s house was older, probably built in the sixties or seventies, but it was nicely finished inside and out. From what she could see, it was an interesting mix of old and new, with hardwood floors and contemporary colors, mixed with the seventies style massive brick fireplace and the typical bar with overhead cabinet separating the kitchen from the living room. The kitchen had modern solid surface counter tops and stainless steel appliances, but the built-in oven screamed vintage kitchen.
“Want to sit down?” he asked.
She smiled and took another pull on her beer then sat it aside. “No,” she said as she stepped in close.
Lily melted into his arms as Hammer placed his own, barely touched, beer on the counter. She tipped her face up, and he claimed her lips again, kissing her more thorough than last time.
He pulled back from the kiss and smiled. He held her gaze for a moment, then took her hand and tugged her gently, encouraging her to follow. He led her to his bedroom. The room was dominated by a large bed and honey-colored wood furniture with soft, rounded edges.
The first thing she noticed was the mirrored wall formed by the sliding doors to the closet; the mirrors less than four feet from the side of the bed. The room was decorated with bold, earthy tones, and artwork that was both tasteful and erotic, the swirls of colors tricking the eye into seeing images of lovers. The prints and mirrors made the room sexually charged, and she flashed hot at the thought of watching themselves fuck in the mirror.
He pulled her to a stop then slipped her jacket off her shoulders and tossed it across the back of the chair in the corner, smiling as she unclipped her sidearm and tossed it onto the chair as well. He took her lips again and massaged her breasts through her blouse, delighting in her soft moans and gasps.
She pulled back from the kiss with a breathy sigh. He kissed down her jawline, and quickly undid her bra, sliding it down her arms. She gasped again, before pulling his lips back to hers.
Her kiss was torrid, her tongue darting and probing as her hands went to his belt, jerking and tugging as she opened his pants and reached inside and took his engorged cock in her hand. She began to stroke him with slow caresses as the kiss became more heated and he wrapped his fingers in her hair to hold her into the kiss. She forced her way out with a gasp, released him, and pulled her blouse over her head and threw it carelessly away.
Lily paused to watch Hammer undress. He was a fucking god! He looked like a gymnast—cut and ripped to perfection without the bulk of a body builder. He was by far the most gorgeous man she’d seen outside of a magazine. Not only was he stunning to look at, but he was also the largest man she’d ever been with, while not being porn star, scary huge. In short, he was perfect, and if he could fuck half as well as he looked, she was certain this would be a night she would never forget.
He finished undressing and climbed onto the bed, watching as Lily slithered out of her pants. She was achingly beautiful with her blonde hair, huge hazel eyes, and a body that made his cock throb in anticipation. While her rack wasn’t as big as some women he’d fucked, her breasts were natural, firm, and having fondled them already, he knew they were a delight to hold. Her legs and ass, however, had no equal. She was obviously a runner—it showed in her sculpted legs and tight behind—and his cock began to weep in anticipation again of the delights she could give him.
She joined him on the bed, and he pulled her down onto him and into a kiss that made her tingle. The feel of his hard body under hers as he gently kneaded her ass was like pouring gasoline onto her already roaring fire. She was ablaze with desire, wanting him more than any other man she’d ever had. She broke away and began to kiss her way down his body, wanting to please him, her passions propelling her onward. If this was going to be a one-night stand, then she was going to make it a night whose memory would keep her warm for a long time to come.
He took a deep breath as she paused, sucking on one of his nipples before kissing across his chest to treat the other to the same sweet torture. She was winding him up like few other women ever had. Her lips left his chest, and she began kissing down his body, pausing to smile at him before she licked his throbbing cock then swallowed him.
He cried out as she took him deep, his bark of pleasure making her pussy clench in need. He growled as he placed his hands on the back of her head, hissing and moaning as he gently pushed her head down while simultaneously flexing his hips up. He was already as deep as he could go, but his desire was turning her on even more. With a feral growl, he twisted and grabbed her by
the leg, spun her around, and lifted her over his shoulders. He handled her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers and clamped her pussy to his face with his strong, muscular arms.
As soon as he began to lick, Lily moaned around his cock, pumping her pussy against his face. They were in a duel—a duel of pleasure.
She could feel her orgasm coming, and coming hard. She’d worked herself into such a state on the drive to Hammer’s house she was on a hair trigger. She was multi-orgasmic, but she didn’t want to go off like a bottle rocket with his first touch. She clamped down, pushing against her rising rapture, but she might have as well been trying to hold back the ocean’s tide. She pulled his cock from her mouth and held it against her cheek as she tried to ride out her pleasure. Her breathing stopped as every muscle in her body twisted her tight until her breath exploded from her in a gasp.
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