The sun setting outside filled the container with an orange glow that made this conversation feel intimate somehow.
Hammer’s big hands opened and closed as he hung his head, letting all that dark hair obscure the handsome face. Each time his chest rose made Dex’s heart beat that bit faster, but when Hammer looked up and pinned him with his gray eyes, it was as if lava had flooded the room.
“Can you keep a secret?”
Dex shifted closer to the bars, pulled in by Hammer’s magnetic presence. If this guy was on Grindr,everyonewould swipe right on him. “I can keep my mouth shut about important things.”
Hammer rubbed his cheek, as if still hesitant, but eventually spoke. “There’s been a time when I wondered if my admiration for some men is just that. I never tried togo there.”
Dex was on fire. The soles of his feet were scorching, sweat covered his palms, and hot desire pulsed in his dry mouth. He needed another big gulp of beer. “I mean… it’s something guys can discover later in life.” Was this seriously happening, or was he in a wet dream? He couldn’t pinch himself without it being weird.
Hammer snorted. “The question is, will I even get to later in life if Lion really believes I’m after him.”
Dex ran his fingers through his hair, trying to act casual even though his heart pounded like mad. “What do you want to try?” His voice was a whisper now, as if they were teens sharing secrets at a sleepover. “It’s just us here, and Jag won’t be back for hours.” Was he coming on too strong? He didn’t want to freak out the straight guy, but this seemed like an opportunity that couldn’t be missed.
Hammer gave a slow, laborious exhale and assessed him. A part of Dex was offended by the idea of not being good enough, but then Hammer spoke.
“What about Frank though?”
Thatwas his worry?
Dex shrugged. “I can handle Frank. No one needs to know anyway.” He had a feeling Hammer would be a good fuck. He couldn’t explain it, but he had a nose for those things.
“I guess I’m lucky. You look like you’d know your way around dick,” Hammer muttered, rising to his feet like a gorgeous beast emerging from the water and bathing Dex in the glow of his attention.
“You’ve got no idea,” Dex said with a smirk and mirrored Hammer’s movement, then stepped closer to the cell door, eager for a taste of illicit cock. The dimples, the fuckingdimpleson that man… Dex had so often been with normies who were so boring in bed he occasionally let himself drift off during the sex, but Hammer would not be anything like them. He was certain of it.
The zipper went down, offering Dex a glimpse of Hammer’s underwear. “Come and get it.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Dex couldn’t get the keys out fast enough. Blood thudded in his ears so hard he could barely hear and all he could think of was the salty taste that would soon spread all over his tongue. He could almostfeelHammer’s cock growing hard in his mouth, ready for the time of his life. And when gray eyes darkened, now reminiscent of gunmetal rather than steel, he knew his desire was reciprocated.
When he stepped inside the cell, his hands slipped under Hammer’s jacket and to his sides. “Do we… kiss…?” he whispered, allowing Hammer to set the boundaries, because guys who wanted to experiment tended to be skittish.
Hammer leaned his head back, which told Dex no before those tempting lips could have. But that was okay. What he would get out of this would overshadow the things he wouldn’t.
“Not sure yet,” Hammer muttered while Dex’s knees bent, already bringing him down to where he could finallysmellthis handsome beast.
He took a big sniff of cedarwood-scented skin on the way down, overwhelmed by arousal. There was also the warm undertone of Hammer’s own aroma, and once taste would get added to the mix, Dex might just come in his pants.
“That’s okay. We can take things at whatever pace,” he said, and as soon as his knees hit the floor, he pressed his whole face to Hammer’s crotch.
His trip to heaven was cut short by sharp pain, and then everything went dark.
Chapter 3 – Hammer
Hammercouldn’tbelievehisstunt worked—Dex had a bird-sized brain, likely located in his cock rather than skull. But even as he dragged the limp form out of the cell, he couldn’t help but be unnerved by thisman’seagerness for him. Hammer’s only other experience with men desiring him had been in juvie and jail, before his muscles had properly grown and his features refined. But what he’d seen moments ago had been miles away from the uncomfortable sense of being assessed as potential prey. When Dex had entered the cage, his eyes sparkled with such unadulterated lust and awe Hammer didn’t know how to react. It confused him and stayed on his mind like stubborn residue one couldn’t get rid of with conventional methods.
He’d planned to lock Dex in, so Jag could find him later, but why do that when he now had a perfectly good hostage? Sure, Lion or the other bikers didn’t care about Dex, but they had a good working arrangement with Frank and that might not continue if they let the man’s nephew die. Hammer was ready to use any advantage he could get, even one so uncertain.
He cuffed Dex’s hands at the back, took his gun, and then picked him up, heading straight for the car parked by the container. Going by the cartoon sharks swimming in a sea of fire painted on the sides, Hammer was guessing this was Dex’s personal vehicle. He even had the open jaws of a shark inked on his neck to go with it.
The boy was heavy for someone his size, but being athletic, his frame had a lot of muscle packed into it. Keeping it that way required a lot of work, but did Dex put it in to stay prepared for the dangers of his job, or because of vanity?
With one shoulder weighed down by about one hundred and sixty pounds of live weight, he opened the passenger door and rolled Dex inside. He let out a frustrated sigh when attempting to buckle Dex up, but then his gaze settled on his saddlebags. They were all piled in the back instead of attached to his bike, where Hammer had last seen them. Breathless, he left Dex and checked the contents of his luggage. Everything was still there, including his iPad and the Bluetooth keyboard he used with it. Even his sledgehammer lay on the floor in its harness. Judging by the excitement Dex had expressed over meeting Hammer, he probably swung the tool a few times before coming over. Ridiculous guy.
It was time to move, so Hammer grabbed a bandana out of his bag and returned to the boy in the passenger seat, because he wasn’t about to risk Dex screaming his head off once he woke up.