Could Hammer possibly tell Lion he slipped and broke Ryker’s nose so he would no longer look like a perfect Adonis who played a biker in a movie instead of actually being one?
He could get away with it.
As he approached the house, the sensual music coming from inside made him roll his eyes. Of course. Ryker, ever the charmer, cruised on his reputation and the fact that he was the prez’s brother. Hammer would enjoy taking him down a peg.
Just as Hammer put his hand on the doorknob, his phone beeped, and he got it out of his pocket so fast it almost slipped from his fingers. Stefani had finally bothered to reply!
[I know you're a big shot at your club and all that, but don't call me again. What you did was messed up. You treated me like your personal Fleshlight, and I never even did butt stuff before. I'm not your easy access gloryhole either, so if you want a girl you can slam against the wall and choke without consequences, that ain't me. You might be hot shit, but I am a lady, not one of those club tramps. Don't call me again. This pussy is closed.]
Hammer’s face burned as he squeezed the phone, reading the message over and over. The fuck? She’d been moaning like a porn star and trembling like a washing machine on high-spin speed. Not once had she tried to complain or stop him, so what was this? Was she playing mind games and wanted to provoke him into coming over? Why else would she end her message by mentioning her pussy like some sort of challenge for him?
Should he… go to her now? Was that why she told him not tocallher twice? And if her pussy was closed, was herassopen? People were so fucking confusing. Especially those of the female persuasion.
He offered his bike a longing look, but he hadn’t become important to his club by being a flake like Ryker. If he did go to Stefani’s now, it might end up with them doing morebutt stuff, until she felt more familiar with it, or something, but this thing with Ryker could be over in ten minutes, freeing him up to knock at Stefani’s pussy without any fallout.
So he exhaled again, shoved the phone back into his pocket, and stepped past the open gate into the back yard. Even here, the main purpose of this house was made obvious by the hot tub equipped with light effects and a special compartment that always held condoms and lube. But Hammer’s goal was the back door, and when he gently pushed down the handle and felt it budge, a wide smile stretched his lips. It was time to rub the golden boy’s face into mud.
The slow tones of a rock ballad invaded Hammer’s ears as he entered the kitchen. There was only one plate in the sink, but the girl Ryker had pinned in the sheets might have arrived recently, so Hammer pulled out his gun and crept into the corridor, heading for the bedroom, where the music originated.
He was surprised to hear no sex noises through the open door, but maybe Ryker and his hook-up had just finished and were cooling off?
Holding his breath, Hammer stepped into the room and shifted his weight so he could peek in past the door without disturbing the prodigal prince and his wen—
The bed was empty and carefully made, but when Hammer’s gaze followed a shadow cast on the white sheets, he spotted Ryker in a chair by his massive gaming computer. Disappointed, he was about to reveal his presence but realized his biker brother was working his dick with one hand while operating the keyboard with the other.
Pictures switched on the screen in regular intervals, and as Hammer’s mind focused on details, the amusement he’d felt upon entry turned into a rotting prune about to make him sick.
“Those are little girls,” he said, stepping into the bedroom with a tight sensation in his gut. Revulsion twisted his features, and he shook his hand as if he’d touched something sticky, but his voice cut through the music like a razorblade.
His head pounded with disbelief when he squeezed his gun.
Ryker’s blond head spun back, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, but he was already turning off the screen in pure, animalistic panic. He didn’t care that his dick was still out or that he was unarmed because it was obvious to them both what the worst thing in this room was.
“You’re a pedo? What the fuck!” Hammer roared and grabbed the back of Ryker’s T-shirt to drag him away from the computer. The edges of his vision pulsed as he tossed the bastard at the bed. When their eyes met, the urge to put the fucker down was so immediate and intense that he shoved the gun into its holster, for fear that he might lose it and shoot.
Ryker put his hands up, but looked around, no doubt for either a weapon or impromptu shield. “No! No way! I was just curious! Don’t know how I got there. You know how it is when you follow a porn rabbit hole.”
The clean space with fresh sheets on the bed now stunk of the rot in Ryker’s PC.
“No, I don’t fucking know how you just accidentally end up beating your meat to pictures of babies!” Hammer roared, noting Ryker’s dick was shrinking fast. Good.
“They weren’tbabies! It was just part of a large image pack,” Ryker growled, pulling up his sweatpants. It was kind of impressive that he didn’t hesitate to meet Hammer’s gaze in this fucked-up situation.
Hammer punched him straight in that handsome-fucking-face.
“No, just lanky kids. Had to look twice to determine the fucking gender. You’re sick!”
Ryker was a cornered animal with his nose bleeding all over his lips and chin. “What are you even doing here?” he yelled, trying to change the topic, as if Hammer wouldn’t notice.
Hammer reached back to grab his weapon of choice, and the look of pure terror on Ryker’s sweaty face gave him the thrill he needed. But instead of slamming the sledgehammer between Ryker’s blue eyes, he swung it at the collection of football memorabilia hung on the wall.
“Shut the fuck up! I wish it was your head, you fucking kid-fiddler,” Hammer growled and spun around, holding both ends of the sledgehammer’s handle in outstretched hands. Knocking Ryker over, he pressed it to his throat and pinned the bastard to his own bed. “You have women gagging for your dick, and that’s not enough? Fuck you!”
He couldn’t believe he’d missed going to Stefani’s for this.
But maybe it was for the better. At least now that he found out about Ryker’s perverse porn stash, he could do something about it.
Ryker’s eyes glossed over, and his bloodied lips trembled. “First and last time, okay? And I was just looking at pictures, nothing else. And I won’t do it again! You know how it is. Let’s keep it between us. What do you want? The TV? You can take it.” He glanced to the massive screen hanging opposite the bed.