Hammer’s face burned, but he didn’t miss a beat and spoke, “You would have given him indigestion, and we both know who Cora would have sent to deal with the consequences. But since none of that happened, we can all wonder about the story of an interspecies love that could never be. Hypotheticals are always the most romantic.”
Torcher, who must have come in after them, erupted in a low laugh. “Never took you for a romantic. Did someone put powdered tiger dick in your coffee and it changed you?” he asked, patting Hammer’s shoulder.
Finn cocked his head. “Do you really think it could do that?”
Hammer wasn’t sure if he should be offended and shut down this conversation, or if it taking place at all meant they felt more at ease with him when Dex was there as a buffer.
Dex laughed and moved along the bar, sanding the counter. “It’s magical tiger dick. Why not?”
This time even Wasp laughed. “Where do you even get a thing like that?”
“A friend of mine has a collection of animal penis-shaped dildos, so maybe it is something to try before answering a real tiger’s call?” Hammer asked without thinking.
He was stunned when the interior echoed with laughter. Since when was he the funny one?
Dex beamed at him. “Hammer can point you to Cora’s ranch if you dare. You could kill two birds with one stone if you attend one of her sex parties.”
Finn straightened up and stopped working altogether. “Yougo to sex parties?”
“You don’t?” Hammer shot back, allowing himself a little smile when everyone’s eyes widened. Sex sometimes happened in semi-public places around the clubhouse during particularly booze-filled parties, but the Demon Brethren MC didn’t do orgies. And if they did, Hammer would not attend. Those men were his brothers, and he did not want to rate their bedroom prowess or have flashbacks of their asses at random moments. But while most of the guys had no issue finding hook-ups among many of the hangarounds, they generally fucked in private.
“Can I be your plus one?” Wasp asked, biting his tongue with a devilish grin, and for once Hammer didn’t lose the plot when faced with a hypothetical question, as if Dex’s sheer presence managed to unblock something inside him. Though it was funny how this new scrap of information about him made everyone see him in a different light, as if he hadn’t been their brother for the past decade.
“We can talk when you get larger tits and shave off that mustache.”
Wasp cackled and cupped his crotch. “Oh yeah? So the dick is fine?”
Hammer glanced toward Dex, unsure if the conversation wasn’t getting offensive to him, but the boy was busy talking to Torcher in a hushed voice. He left the sanding block and followed the red-haired brother behind the bar, to the corridor beyond it.
“Depends on the party. I’m not gonna be the one who fucks you, Old Boy, since I have you around every single day,” Hammer said, distracted by Dex’s sudden departure. Why would Torcher need him now? His bike had been polished to perfection already. And if he had some fucked up hazing idea, then Hammer itched to follow and put a stop to it.
Finn butted in. “I wanna go too. Is there a fee? How’s it work? Is there a limit to how many chicks you can fuck a night?”
“It’s an exclusive club, but I can point you to something local. After I take a leak,” Hammer said, heading toward the double doors where the two men had disappeared moments ago.
“Look at him, all that tiger dick talk is making him wanna check for nubs,” Finn laughed, and Hammer joined in despite no longer having any interest in the conversation. He pushed through the doors and walked along the corridor Dex had painted only five days prior, which was why none of the posters and memorabilia were back up yet.
Where could they be?
A sound from the storeroom where the club held a large collection of beer kegs made Hammer move that way. Torcher likely wanted to give Dex the job of carrying the booze into the main room, but Hammer’s intuition still rang in alarm. There was something off about the way Torcher had zeroed in on Dex and pushed him to new chores each day in ways he’d never done with the previous prospect.
So Hammer followed his instinct in silence and slid into the store room, hiding behind a big metal shelf filled with boxes of chips and other snacks.
“Hm. You do that with every prospect?” Dex asked as Hammer sucked in the scent of something that had gone stale.
“No, but you’re a gay one, so what’s the big deal? You know you’re supposed to follow orders and not ask any questions, right?”
Hammer scowled, convinced that he was too thirsty to think clearly and was misunderstanding things, but then Dex spoke, and his words awoke a rage Hammer hadn’t thought himself capable of.
“So you want me to suck your dick just because I’m gay and you feel like it?”
Chapter 28 – Hammer
Thethickpipecutthe air as if it were a knife, but when it collided with Torcher’s face, bone and cartilage were crushed instead of cut. The bloody mess had nowhere to go but inside, with some of it ending up in lumps falling to the bastard’s chest. But Hammer wasn’t done, and once the newly formed pug face was within sight, Hammer swung the bar again. This time, the fiery head cracked open like a ripe watermelon, presenting him with its pink insides.
Hammer’s brain was boiling in a skull far too small to contain it. Torcher deserved to have that damn nose knocked into his face, but Dex wasn’t blameless either. Hammer had been experiencing constant torment because of his decision to rethink their relationship, but Dex, who’d initially seemed distressed about it, might have been sucking biker dick right under Hammer’s nose.
A part of Hammer wanted Dex to be… sadder, but here he was, facing Torcher with that attractive half-smile.