“Shit. I thought I had you.”
His smile widened. “What you did would take down ninety percent of the guys you’re going to meet. But let’s see what you can really do. Ready?” He didn’t wait for her acknowledgment or to get set before he charged her.
She squeaked in surprise as he came at her without giving her time to get set. She planted her foot and barely had time to pivot as he came at her. He hit her like a truck, but she rotated as she grabbed his wrist. He landed so hard the mat popped like a thundercrack as she scrambled around to lock him down.
“Fuck, that hurt!” Hammer snarled as she let him go. He rolled over onto his back with a groan. He knew it was going to hurt when he did it, but shit!
“You okay?” she asked.
Had Hammer landed that hard on concrete, he wouldn’t be getting up, even without the arm lock. He reached up, grabbed her as he rolled, and pinned her down.
“That’s not fair,” she complained, struggling but unable to break his hold.
“No, it wasn’t,” he agreed as he watched her face, and then let her up. “But fights aren’t fair, so let this be a lesson to never let your guard down.”
As he let her up, Lily scrambled behind him and wrapped her arm around his throat in a classic choke hold. Two could play that game.
“Never let your guard down,” she hissed in his ear. She knew he hadn’t held back that time and she felt powerful and invincible after taking him down.
He grinned. Challenge accepted.
He grabbed her arm and began to pull, but not doing anything else that might hurt her. She was stronger than she looked, and she groaned with the effort of holding him. With her distracted by his attempt to power out of her hold, he tumbled to the side, her shoulder colliding with the mat loosening her grip. With her shoulder against the mat, she couldn’t retighten her grip as he twisted and tucked his chin into his chest. He slipped the hold and continued to turn, drawing her down as he wrapped her up with his legs and tucked her head under his arm to lock her down.
She bared her teeth as she struggled to hold him. He was incredibly strong, but nobody was strong enough to break the hold once you got it secured. She had barely completed the thought before she found herself pinned down on his chest, his legs around her waist and her head stuck under his arm. It pissed her off, and she strained with everything she had, but there was no escaping. She slapped the mat.
He immediately released her, but she was in no hurry to get up.
“Fuck,” she snarled as her head popped up. She had so much to learn. She lay on his chest, panting from her effort to escape. “Teach me.”
“Teach you what?”
“Everything. How you broke that hold. How you disarmed that asshole with the knife. I want to learn. I want to learn it all. I’ll pay you.”
He smiled. “Private lessons? That’s going to be expensive.”
She could hear the teasing in his tone. “I’ve got money. I want to learn everything you can teach me. Please.”
“I don’t need your money, but I’ll work with you.”
She didn’t seem to be in any hurry to rise; he reached up and pulled her down into a kiss. She responded, moaning softly into his mouth as she bucked her hips, grinding her pelvis into his.
She could feel his cock stiffening under her as he kissed her. She hadn’t planned for this to happen, but taking him down then tumbling around on the mat with him made her blood run hot.
She leaned into the kiss and began to devour him. It looked like he was going to be a one-night stand… twice.
She pulled back from the kiss and watched his eyes for a moment. “Take me home?” she murmured.
He pulled her down again, holding her in the kiss as their tongues probed and danced. Goddamn, this woman could kiss. He rolled over and pinned her to the mat.
“There’s nobody here,” he rumbled as he pulled back away from her mouth.
Lily flashed hot at the thought of them fucking right there in the gym. She was hot, sweaty and already horned up, and the mat was soft and large enough to do some serious tumbling without getting hurt. The allure was too much to deny, and she pulled him down into another kiss as her right hand slid between them and inside the elastic waistband of his pants.
Hammer gasped as her hand clamped down on his cock. He reared up and thrust his cock into her hand, growling in pleasure as he ground himself between them.
Having him rear up, his back arching while his face twisted in pleasure, every muscle and tendon of his sculpted body defined as he strained, was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. She tightened her grip on his cock as he trapped her hand between their bodies. He pressed in harder before he dropped to his elbows over her and pumped himself into her hand a couple of times while kissing her furiously.
He rolled again, holding her to him, a hand on the back of her head to protect her, stopping as she came to rest on his chest. She’d released him as they’d begun to roll, so he grabbed her bra and roughly jerked it over her head and tossed it carelessly away. He pulled her down again, mashing her breasts into his chest as he savored her lips.
“Fuck,” she gasped as she broke the kiss, throwing herself backward to land on the mat. He was controlling her, and she loved it. He’d been a slow and gentle lover the first time, but not tonight.
Tonight he was full of fire and was taking what he wanted, manhandling her without hurting her as if he couldn’t wait another moment to have her.
When Lily began to kick out of her workout shorts, he lifted his hips up from the mat and slid his pants off. Then she was, throwing herself over him again and driving him backward to kiss him savagely.
She’d been aggressive the first night, but nothing like this, and her need was revving him up.
They tumbled again as he came to rest on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him as she thrust against him, the feel of his hardness against her pussy intoxicating. He powered up onto his knees, lifting her hips as she tried to steer him into her.
“Take me,” she panted as she clung to him.
“I don’t have any rubbers, but I’ll take care of you,” he snarled as he tried to work himself free.
He was going to eat her out until her fucking head exploded.
She hadn’t even thought of that. “Are you clean?” she asked as he teased a nipple to aching erectness with his tongue.
“Yes.” He moved to the other breast.
“I’m on the pill. Stick your dick in me and fuck me!”
Hammer needed no further encouragement.
Adjusting his position, he plunged deep into her, holding himself there as he took her lips again. She kicked at his ass with her heels, and he began to move, driving into her with hard, fast, strokes as he tangled his hands in her hair, clamping her tight with his arms as he gently bit and suckled at her neck.
“Fuck!” he snarled as he tried to pummel her through the floor with his hips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so wound up. He was going to come, and soon, if he didn’t do something. He tried to go to his place, but once again, he couldn’t get there.
What the fuck is wrong with you? he mentally raged at himself, frustrated that Lily made him want to go off like a high-school kid.
“No! Don’t stop,” she begged, struggling to hold him inside of her as he fought his way out of her embrace, but he was too strong.
Finally free, he flipped her over and dragged her ass up so that she was on her knees. He settled between her legs and slammed into her again before he reached around her and pulled her upright. He clamped her to his chest with an arm just below her throat, and she twisted her head around to find his waiting lips.
He held her to him, their tongues locked in an intimate dance as he thrust into her slow and easy to give himself a chance to recover from his near orgasm. He’d thought he’d stopped early enough, but having to fight his way out of her passionate embrace as she kept trying to fuck him had almost pushed him over the edge.
She could feel her orgasm coming, and it was going to be epic. She began to keen softly as her pleasure rose within her, setting her body alive with tingling pleasure. He seemed to sense her rising need and settled back, dragging her ass down with him. She looked behind her as he settled low over his legs, his arms behind him on the mat as he began to thrust into her with long powerful strokes. She’d never had a man in this position before, and he was pressing into her at a new angle, his cock pleasuring her in a way she’d never experienced before. She adjusted her position, and he began to hit her just right.
Lily gasped then slammed her ass down, pushing hard against him as he strained against her pressure, forcing himself as deep as possible.
Hammer could feel her fluttering around his cock, but she made no sound, a slight quiver in her muscles the only visible indication she was caught in the throes of orgasmic bliss. With an explosive gasp, she flung herself forward and lay on the mat, curled in a fetal position, before she relaxed with a smile.
She opened her eyes, and his lips were there. She pulled him down, desperate to taste him as she steered him between her legs. He entered her again and began to fuck her slow and easy.
“Fuck…” Lily sighed as he continued his slow strokes. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.” She looked at him and giggled. “The lessons… can we work it out in trade?”
Hammer smiled at her. This was such a bad idea, but he didn’t care. “I think we can work something out.”
“Good.” She watched his face as it began to harden. He was so damn sexy she wanted to feel him inside her every chance she got.
It was a bad idea to get involved with a man suspected of breaking the law, doubly so since she was a cop, but he could twist her up like no man before him. The allure of danger around him, the fact that she could be fucking him one day and arresting him the next made the sex dangerous and exciting.
“Shit. You’re going to make me come again,” she said, and he responded by driving into her with more enthusiasm, his face twisting, and his breathing becoming harder.
Their gazes locked, and she could feel her rapture forming. It had been years since she’d felt a man come inside of her, and she wanted to experience it now.
“Come with me,” she begged. “I want to feel you come.”
He grunted. He was just hanging on, but he wanted to give her another orgasm. “I’m going to come,” he grunted. “You’re going to make me come.”
The strain in his voice was intoxicating, and her climax drew near. “Don’t stop. Make me come,” she breathed. She watched him as his face twisted in sweet agony.
He reared up on his hands and drove into her furiously as he battled his body.
“Fuck!” he cried, losing his control, burning in rapture as he forced himself to continue fucking her, trying to push her into the abyss.
His bark of pleasure, the bliss on his face, how his muscles coiled and twisted under the skin, the feel of him splashing into her hot and wet, it all combine to sweep her way, tumbling her into the maelstrom of orgasm. She held his strong arms as her breathing stopped, her back arching as her head drew back, pushing her breasts skyward.
He collapsed on her, burying his face in her neck as he gasped and panted, an occasional shudder passing through him. As he held her, he felt the tension pour out of her body as she relaxed with a long sigh, her arms going around him and pulling him down. He settled more fully onto her, taking her lips into a long and sensuous kiss.
She sighed out of the kiss—satisfied and content. “I needed that,” she whispered.
He took a deep breath and sighed too. “Likewise.”
“So you’ll do it?” she asked. “Teach me?” she added to clarify what she meant.
He pecked her on the lips. “Sure. But we can’t do this every time. There’ll be people around.”
“Maybe on Sundays?” she asked, her voice light and lilting.
He snickered. “Maybe.”
She grinned, and then slapped him on the ass. “Get off me. I need to go.”
“We’re done training, but don’t you want to go another round?”
She raised her head and kissed him real quick. “I think you’ve pounded on me enough for one night, and I have work in the morning. I can’t spend all night working out… as much as I might like to.” She paused then pulled him down. “But one more kiss before I go,” she murmured.
He took her lips and began to slowly work his hips.
She sighed. “Stop it… before I change my mind. This place have showers?”
“Yeah. In the back,” he said as he pulled out of her.
“Wash my back?”
He grinned. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
Chapter Eight
Hammer, Duck, and Stilts sat in the Tahoe and watched Andy’s Burgers. They’d positioned the freshly painted Tahoe within walking distance of Gravely Park then twelve members of the club, with their old ladies, had ridden into the park on a wave of V-Twin thunder and taken over a covered picnic area. They’d set up and started the grill going for burgers and hotdogs.
Once they were sure plenty of people had seen them, Hammer and his two accomplices had quietly slipped away, leaving their bikes behind and walking through the wooded part of the park to the waiting Tahoe. Now they were waiting for Greg to leave. He normally worked from about ten in the morning to about two in the afternoon, and it was nearly two now. Duck was driving, and Hammer was sitting in the passenger seat, his eyes heavy as he thought about Sunday; a small private smile on his lips.
It had been after nine before he and Lily had finished. Once they’d gotten to the showers, soaping their bodies had changed her mind about having to leave, and he’d taken her again as the hot water pelted down on them. Not having to pause to sheath his dick was fantastic because it didn’t break the mood or slow them down. When he felt the time was right, he’d entered her, and her soft moan of pleasure as he slid into her depths was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard. They’d gone hard at it again as he took her on the floor and against the wall until they were both exhausted and panting.
That was three days ago, and they were meeting at the gym again tomorrow morning before she went on shift. There would be no fucking, at least not at the gym, but that didn’t change the fact he was looking forward to tumbling around on the mat with her.
He took a deep breath and his smile twitched a bit wider. Maybe they would practice breaking holds so he’d have an excuse to wrap her up and hold her against his body.
Lily wasn’t like any woman he’d had in the past. Both times they’d hooked up, she fucked his brains out then left him with little more than a “by your leave.” She knew exactly what she wanted from him, and wasn’t shy about it. She’d left him spent with a smile and a quick kiss, and after locking up, he’d ridden home, tumbled into bed, and slept the sleep of angels. She was defiantly the cow he didn’t have to buy to get the milk, and—
“Here he comes,” Duck said, and Hammer shoved the thoughts of Lily aside. It was time to go to work.
They’d parked the Tahoe near Greg’s car, and as he approached, Hammer pulled a New York Yankees ball cap low over his head and kept his face down. Normally he wouldn’t be caught dead in an American League team’s ball cap, but he was undercover.
“Get ready,” Hammer said as he stepped out of the truck and trotted across the lane between the two banks of parking spaces.
Hammer came up behind Greg and quickly jerked a bag over his head then stuck two extended fingers hard into Greg’s soft side.
“You make a sound, and your guts are going to be all over the pavement,” he snarled, taking Greg by the arm and hauling him toward the idling Tahoe.
Stilts opened the rear door, and Hammer shoved Greg in and slammed it shut.
The moment Hammer was inside, Duck juiced the Tahoe, and it surged away. The entire grab had taken less than a minute.
“I didn’t do anything! What are you going to do to me! Where are
we going? Who are you?” Greg called from the backseat, panic clear in his voice.
“Shut up!” Stilts slapped Greg on the back of the head. “You say another word, or touch that fucking bag on your head, and I’ll slit your goddamn throat!” He caught Hammer’s gaze and grinned as Hammer smiled back.
After a moment they could hear Greg sobbing, but nobody said anything. The kid was already broken. All they had to do now was tell him why this had happened to him.
“What are you going to do to me?” Greg asked.
“You want your fucking throat slit?” Stilts asked, playing his part to the hilt. “If I so much as hear you breathe…” He drew the edge of his fingernail slowly across Greg’s throat like a blade.
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