by Brook Wilder
She walked over to him slowly, cutting her eyes sideways toward Shelby. Once she was in front of him, he reached out and pulled her towards him. Glancing down into her glass he inquired playfully. “What ya drinkin’ there girlie?”
She giggled at his exaggerated accent. “An amaretto sour. Want a sip?”
“Sure, doll.”
She tipped the amber liquid into his mouth and he made a face. “It’s like drinking candy. Where’s the fire, girl?”
“Women don’t care for fire.”
“Too bad, I was planning to fire you up tonight.” He kept his voice sweet and teasing. This was the part he liked about women. The flirting and playfulness felt warm and friendly. The jealousy and yelling sure to come later, no so much.
Once again, he saw her searching out Shelby with her eyes. “I thought you had an old lady.”
“What in name of God would make you think that?” Asking was a mere formality. Hammer knew exactly why she thought that. Lots of the newcomers were standoffish with him because Miss. Shelby filled their heads with all kinds of crap about how he was destined to be with her.
The younger woman’s eyes lowered and her voice dropped to a whisper. “Shelby said you were off limits.”
“Sweetie, Shelby is nothing but a whore. She’s just like you, no better or worse. If she says I’m off limits, well that just proves she buck ass crazy to boot. She doesn’t run anything around here, so you don’t have to listen to word she has to say. Understand?”
The petit brunette nodded her head. “Got it. All whores are created equal at the Dirty Kingsmen’s club house.” She snickered at her own joke. She had a cute snort when she laughed. It made Hammer smile and took the edge off his overly serious day.
“You got a cute giggle there sweetheart. Makes me want to make you laugh. Want to hang out with me tonight or have you got other plans?”
“I like you. You’re real nice.”
“Now that just proves you don’t know me at all, doll.”
He winked at her and she twisted hips back and forth as she giggled softly. She was cute as hell. She was also young and they didn’t have a thing in common that might sustain a real relationship. However, she was just the balm his bruised ego needed after his nasty day. Draping an arm around her, he pounded on the top of the bar, shouting loudly.
“Whisky for me and amaretto sour for the pretty little lady. Keep them coming till we pass out, prospect.”
“Yes sir.” The prospect snapped to attention and rushed to get their drinks.
The little lady seemed very taken with him. She wasted no time unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his chest. “You have a really nice body, Mister Hammer.”
“Like your touch. Drop the Mister. It makes me feel old.”
“You are old.” Her giggle told him she was just making a joke about their age difference so he responded in kind.
“I think you like fucking grown men instead of boys. How old are you sweetheart? God, tell me you’re legal at least.”
Laughing until her side hurt, she responded. “I’m fucking twenty-two year’s old, dude.”
Hammer admonished, “That’s no language for such a nice young lady. Keep it up and I’ll find a better use for that pretty little mouth of yours.”
She tried to kiss him, but he directed her head on a downward trajectory. Though he liked a woman’s soft kisses on his throat and chest, there was something about kissing whores, even the nice ones, that didn’t sit right with him.
“Oh but no, princess. I’m a dirty old man. You know what dirty old men like?”
Tiffany took his teasing to mean he wanted a blow job, which wasn’t far from the truth. Kneeling in front of him, she began working his pants open.
Never one to turn down feminine favors, he leaned backwards on the bar to give her space to work. Hooking his foot around the edge of a nearby stepping stool, he pulled it forward and pressed her back to sit. She smiled up at him. Most whores would consider that sweet. Hammer liked to keep them thinking that about him.
She immediately made herself comfortable and finished unzipping his pants. He took another drink of whisky and looked around the room as she pulled him out and began getting him hard. He was in good company, because several men were getting serviced in much the same manner. Sex with whores was kind of mechanical, with just enough socialization to expedite the process.
He spied Shelby still sat in her chair staring a hole through him. Did that stupid bitch really think he was going to feel uncomfortable getting blown because she gave him an angry stare? If so, she didn’t know him very well. Turning to one of the prospects, he motioned to Shelby.
“See if you can give Shelby something more productive to do with her time besides stare a hole through me, will ya? Take a buddy, and keep her ass busy.”
“You got it boss.”
Two of the prospects got up and within moments they had pulled her between them. She was soon so aroused, she completely forgotten about him. If Hammer had ever thought for a fucking minute that the foolish woman actually cared for him, her behavior at the moment proved otherwise.
In fact he considered this type of behavior the defining characteristic of a whore. The primary difference between a whore and a lady was that a lady would remain true to her man for years, maybe even a lifetime. A whore’s attention, on the other hand, will stray the moment another dick walks by. Ergo, in his mind, Shelby was not old lady material.
Hammer had promised himself long ago that only a real lady would ever wear his property cut. He wanted someone with their head screwed on straight. A woman who knew her own mind and wasn’t afraid to speak it. Someone who would support him and the lifestyle he’d chosen. Those women were few and far between.
He glanced down at the new girl. Tiffany was still relatively innocent and enthusiastic. She just wanted attention and pleasure from a man. Soon enough she would realize the power her young body garnered her over these men. Once that happened, she would change. They all did. It was human nature, he supposed. Still, it made him a little sad.
He closed his eyes and his mind wandered. The face that floated to the surface surprised him. It was that prim little school teacher. Her blonde hair and innocent blue eyes were beguiling. She wore glasses that made her look super smart. He really liked women with quirky idiosyncrasies. She seemed to have them in spades. Her trim little pants suit, didn’t show even an inch of skin but displayed her curvy little hourglass figure none the less.
He imagined how she would react to being touched by him. She’d run screaming, he didn’t doubt that for a hot minute. A fantasy began to take form about catching her at school on one of those faculty work days, when there were no kids about. The things he would do to her would blow her mind.
She wouldn’t be expecting him and she’d be scared at first. Any sane woman would, when faced with a man his size wearing a cut. Maybe she’d try to run from him. He wouldn’t allow that though. Once he gentled her to his touch, she’d see things differently. She learn to crave his touch, maybe even beg him for it. Hammer had a way with women and he knew his own worth in that area.
He imagined pinning her against the wall, kissing her as he ran his fingers through her soft hair, and rubbing his hard on against the softness between her legs. She’d try to throw him off, but he’d keep a firm hand on her, until she gave it up for him. Maybe she’d need extra persuasion, in the form of his hands finding their way past her clothing. Gently pinching her nipples would get a moan out of her. He was sure of it. Just the thought of sliding his hands down the front of her pants and feeling her heat was getting him off. Knowing she was wet and it was all for him…because of him. Well that would seal her fate. He’d earn his name all over again by hammering her into the wall as she clawed at his back and urged him on with her soft moans.
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted the sexy little teacher with the rimmed glasses. Unfortunately he was stuck with what he had. Gripping Tiffany’s hair he ma
naged the experience for them. His idea of managing included her taking him deep and hard.
“Suck it, bitch. Suck it like you mean it.”
Eager to please, she followed his commands.
He continued to run through the long list of extracurricular activities he’d do with the innocent little teacher until he erupted in Tiffany’s hot eager young mouth. Without missing a beat, he pulled her up into his lap, pressing her back to his chest.
“You’re good at that. Now, let’s see about your reward.” He slid one hand up into her bra, tweaking her nipple firmly. The other found its way under her skirt and into the front of her panties. He whispered in her ear, “Nice and wet. I love my women wet and willing. You willing, doll?”
She nodded and whispered. “Yes. Yes I am.”
“Just so we’re clear, this doesn’t mean we’re going steady or anything. Okay?”
She nodded again and wiggled herself against him. Wet, willing, and eager was a fantastic combination.
He fingered her as he talked dirty in her ear. She responded easily to his touch. Within thirty minutes she had come so many times she was begging him to stop. Something about turning women into a satisfied, compliant little mess beneath him really spoke to him as a male. There was nothing quite like bringing a woman pleasure. The multitude of men in the world who didn’t get that really amazed him. Making a woman scream his name was almost better than getting off himself. The number of women he’d pleasure in his lifetime numbered in the thousands and most were thrilled to the point of it being embarrassing at times.
Hammer reluctantly gave her a reprieve from his erotic fondling and pulled her back into his lap. Tucking her head beneath his chin, he held her as she slowly recovered. Holding a woman as she recovered from being sexed into oblivion by him was another part of the experience he craved. Some men just tossed a woman on to another man when was finished. It was the one time a woman was weak and vulnerable specifically because of something he’d done to her, therefore Hammer always felt an obligation to hold and protect her. It was another thing most men just didn’t get.
One of the bikers came over and sat beside him. “How’s it hanging, Hammer?”
“Can’t complain. How about yourself?”
“You got yourself a pretty one there. Would you consider sharing her tonight?”
He glanced down into Tiffany’s tired face. “Na, I guess I’ll hang onto her tonight. You can have first crack at her tomorrow night. How about that?”
“Fair enough prez. I’ll wait for old Shelby. She always gives good head.”
“Can’t argue with you about that, my friend.”
Hammer spent the entire night drinking and talking with his brothers. The camaraderie among the Kingsmen was what drew most to their fold. Many of his brothers had grown up in the MC but others were looking for a place to belong. Why wouldn’t they? Everyone had deep-seated need to feel like they were part of something special and worthwhile. Brotherhood was more important than any single facet of life for his crew.
After kicking Marlow’s ass at pool, Hammer staggered up to bed around midnight. He had to be up early in the morning and wasn’t wild about dealing with the club’s attorney while he had a hangover.
Chapter 5
Getting A Lot Done In A Day
Hammer pulled into the school to drop off Jaden with time to spare. They’d made good time.
“Sorry you had to get up early, son.”
His son shot him a very frank look. “I’d rather get up early and grab breakfast on the way, than take a chance on eating Shelby’s food when she’s mad at you.”
“She not going to put rat poison in our food. You’re just being paranoid.”
“Nope. That’s not her style. She’d just spit in it.”
Jaden put the emphases on the word spit and Hammer felt his expression turn dark. Maybe his son was on to something there. That did kind of sound like Shelby.”
“We should learn to cook for ourselves.” Jaden tone was adamant. “Or you could just stop sleeping with the ones who cook for us.”
Hammer could tell his son was now teasing him. He smiled slightly as he responded. “Falls in the category of possible but not probable.”
Jaden snorted a laugh as his friend approached them.
Hammer nodded cordially, “Good morning, Trevor. I heard you busted that bully up pretty bad. Good job.”
The other boy beamed. “I didn’t think I could do it, but somehow I did.”
“Man has to fight sometimes. It’s an unfortunate fact of life.”
“I’m no good at it though. I wish I could fight like Jaden.”
“Well if your mother approves, you can come and train with me and Jaden a few times. Just enough to be able to protect yourself.”
The boy’s face lit up. “Really? I can come to the club house and train? That would be awesome!”
“Only if your mother agrees. Tell her to call me.”
“Thank you sir.”
Hammer watched the boy’s high fiving each other and Jaden murmured. “Way to go Dog.”
It made him feel old that he didn’t understand their lingo. Oh, who was he kidding? At thirty-six, he was getting old. Just then Jaden’s teacher walked out. Shit was looking good today. She was wearing a dark navy pants suit with pink edging. It looked professional but somehow sexy as hell. It clinched in at the waist and the swell of her breasts were barely visible near the neckline. She had a cute habit of adjusting her glasses every now and then. Was it a nervous habit or did her frames need an adjustment. Whatever the reason, it was cute as hell. For a brief moment the wind kicked up and tiny wisps of hair blew back from her face as she bent down to speak to a kid. The woman was literally breathtaking.
“Don’t be staring at Ms. Stuart that way, Hammer.”
He recognized the voice immediately. “Hey, Dianne. How’s it hanging?”
Letting out an exasperated breath, she complained. “How it is that you’re so popular with women, I’ll never know.”
“Come on over to the dark side and find out.”
“You know that you aren’t my type.”
“Yep, your men all have to have grey hair. What went wrong Di? Didn’t your daddy love you enough?”
“You know better than that shit, Hammer. My father was fabulous.”
“I’m serious, doll. I’ve always wondered what you see in older men. You and I have been friends forever, you can tell me.”
Rolling her eyes, she snarked. “Acquaintances, not friends.”
“It’s a small town everyone is acquainted with everyone else. We actually talk occasionally. That makes us a little more. Hell, if not for me, you wouldn’t have passed high school geometry.” His gentle teasing worked wonders on loosening her tongue.
She blew out an exasperated breath. “I don’t know really. Why does anyone like another person? They’re more mellow, understanding, less controlling and they let just me be me. There isn’t all this pressure that younger men put on me. I love the way they smell and feel…you wouldn’t understand.”
“I say go for it. Got a new one in your sights yet?”
“No. The last one ruined me for all men I think.”
“Speaking of which, Marlow says hi.”
Rolling her eyes again, she asked. “So how is the sexy bastard?”
“Sorry as hell. You’re all he ever talks about when he drinks. I know you probably don’t give a shit but he misses you like crazy.”
“Yea, well the feelings mutual. Too bad he screwed up a good thing. Speaking of men who can’t stay faithful, stay the hell away from Alina Stuart. She’s a good person.”
“And I’m not good enough for her, right? Message received”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
Changing the subject he jerked his chin towards two men. “Know anything about the men over there?”
Her gaze shifted to the two suspicious looking guys hanging out across the street. Her brows creased as she studied t
hem for a brief moment. “No, I’ve never seen them before.”
The men immediately turned their backs to him when they saw that they were being watched. They weren’t wearing cuts or club colors but they did look Latino.
“Think they are trouble. You’ve got good instincts for that kind of thing. I should probably call the police?”
Hammer shook his head. “And report what, that they’re standing on a public street? Better off just leaving it to me, Di.”
The bell calling everyone in for the start of the day rang loud and clear through the chill morning air. Dianne nodded, “Thanks, Hammer. Tell Marlow I said hello and that I still think about him all the time.”
