Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club Book 9)

by Dani Wyatt

Hammer leans down, locking his elbows on clenched fists next to my shoulders as his hips piston in and out, and I have to release my legs and grasp at the bedding below, or he might just drive me straight off the other side of the bed.

  His tattoos flex and his skin glistens with his effort.

  His brows furrow as flesh smacks together. His cock is causing me the most blissful pain and pleasure, twisted together like a sex candy cane.

  “What do you need, little girl?”

  “You,” I answer on a puff of air.

  The tension deep in my belly is building again, and I try to remember this time I must ask. The pain is something new, but it’s become part of me. Part of us. And I press into my heels, driving my hips forward, giving him more depth and giving me more pain.

  “What else?”

  “Please, I want to cum.”

  “No,” he answers, which only pushes my climax closer. “Not yet. What. Else. Do. You. Need?” He asks, each word attached to a thrust that feels like he’s driving into my chest.

  I can’t think. I don’t know what to say, I just need to let this twisted beast inside of me free.

  I stammer, and he glares at me, halting all movement until I let out a pained groan.

  “Say it! What do you need?”

  “All of you,” I choke out, nearly sobbing. “Your pleasure. All of you.”

  “You want my cum, don’t you, dirty girl? You want my cum deep inside you, dripping out. My scent on you every day from now on.”

  “Yes. God. Fuck, yes.” That is what I want and I’m not above begging. “Please. I want it all. You. Your cum. Please.”

  One hand releases my hip and comes to gather my hair, pulling my head back into the bedding with his cock moving again. Balls smacking my ass cheeks, his jaw hard.

  “Fuck, your pussy is magic. I’m fucking close. I’m going to give you my fucking soul, angel. I hope you're ready.”

  I start to shake violently. Tunnel vision takes me and all I see is Rob over me. Ruling me. Owning me.

  Filling me.

  “Please, I have to cum,” I hiss.

  “I know. Your cunt is begging for it. Milking me, like you did with your mouth. Get ready, angel…” He closes his eyes and I’m bursting. “Cum. Now. With me. Now.”

  I explode when I feel the first hot spray inside me. He grunts, his movements hard, and he seats himself deep, his body pressed on my open folds as we cum in unison, his head dropping to my neck as he pulls my hair to the side, exposing the tender flesh.

  His orgasm is so intense, I feel five, six, seven jets, then lose count as the hot sticky liquid seeps out of me and under my ass as he drops his chest to mine, his weight on me, so I can barely breathe as I ride out the blissful waves of my orgasm.

  But I no longer need air.

  I need him.

  Chapter 10

  Robin

  “...Robin? Hey, sleeping beauty, you with us?”

  “Huh?” I look up at Emily, who’s laughing at my expense right now but I kind of don’t care. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

  “We were saying you seem to be happy,” Uncle Terry says, also grinning and laughing with Emily. “Things are going well, I take it?”

  I nod. “Better than well.”

  It’s been a week since I went to the cabin with Hammer...Rob...and we’ve hardly been apart since. I’ve spent the night at his place, he’s spent the night at mine.

  His house an older stucco ranch. Two bedrooms and neat. Super neat. In that way, we mesh perfectly. We are both crazy organized and clean. He’s renovating his garage and from what I see, he’s way handy and can work on most anything mechanical.

  That morning, after he took me to the cabin, the whole world had changed for me. I wasn’t just Robin anymore. Not just the lawyer working for her uncle out in the little town of Seneca with dreams of greater things. Nope, I was more. I was a woman. A sexy, insatiable woman.

  We made love slowly when we woke up that next morning, and I fully intended to just spend the day out there with him, exploring each other, enjoying each other. But then, while we were sipping coffee naked out on the porch, Terry called and said there was an emergency on one of his cases and he could really use my help.

  So back to work I went, and Hammer went back to his club. From there, every day seems better, happier than the last and I’m almost forgetting all the obstacles that could be in our future.

  “It’s nice to see you smiling,” Uncle Terry says, and Emily laughs.

  “And daydreaming about that hunk of burning love boyfriend of yours.” She grins, but it’s not at my expense, or Rob’s, not really.

  Boyfriend.

  That word still feels strange at the moment. I’m not entirely sure I like it. My life was all planned out until a week ago. I knew where I was going, I knew what I was doing. I had things in hand and I had the drive to make those things happen. Now?

  I let out a sigh, imagining the possibilities. Maybe he’ll get bored of me? My heart almost breaks even at the thought. So maybe I’ll stay here with him? And miss out on the things I wanted to do with my life.

  “When’s he supposed to be here?” Emily asks, heading for the coffee machine. “Time for a cup?”

  I shake my head. “Hammer will be here any moment.” I look at the clock. It’s around two o’clock but the party starts early.

  “And it’s some sort of biker party?”

  Uncle Terry frowns. “I’ve heard stories about those things.”

  I wave him off. “Hammer will take care of me. I’ll be fine.”

  “Hmmm. You know when he came in here he told me his name was Hammerstein?”

  I laugh at that, even though he’s already told me the story. “Just a joke, Terry.”

  “Yes, but what is his real name?”

  Just at that moment, Rob comes through the door at the front of the office, and my hand is already reaching for my bag. “I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

  They laugh as I head out of the door, and I know what they’re thinking: like a lovesick teenager. I wish they were wrong.

  I feel like the odd man out,” I whisper to Rob as we go in through the doors of the club. He took me home to change before we came here, and of course I put on what I thought I should wear to a party. Jeans, a sort of lacey sleeveless shirt, black high heels, a gold bracelet my mom gave me when I graduated law school, makeup—not too much, just enough to look my best—a little black jacket thought made me look at least a little tough.

  Well, at least the high heels don’t stand out, although boots would have been more appropriate.

  “You look beautiful,” he says, leaning in to give me a peck on the cheek, and I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face. He can be so sweet. So unlike what most would expect.

  “I don’t know. I think I’m the only one not in leather.”

  “Don’t worry about it, you look beautiful. And I have a surprise for you later.” He winks and I feel a flutter down in my stomach that crashes in a wave between my legs.

  The things he does to me are crazy, and it makes me think again about where this is going. Hammer hasn’t given up many details about his past, but there have been hints. I know what the biker lifestyle is like, and besides the many women I’d have expected—which he’s assured me isn’t the case—there’s also the criminal aspect. I don’t know if the Heartlands MC is a criminal gang, but that doesn’t mean it won’t come back to bite me later on.

  “Hey! You must be Robin!” A pretty girl with chocolate brown hair and eyes rushes up to me. “I’m Meadow, Chain’s old lady.” She frowns. “Ugh, I hate that word. I’m not old.”

  I can’t help laughing at that. “I always wondered about the way that phrase works.”

  “I know, right?” She laughs. “Come over and meet everyone. I’m sure Hammer can be without you for a minute or two.”

  I follow her to the table, where there are several faces I don’t recognize and one I do. Chain’s mom is kind of the den mot
her around here, and though she seems lovely, I give her a nod of respect. I don’t think I’d want to cross her.

  After I’ve been introduced, the evening seems to just fly by and I almost forget that I’m the outsider here. Despite appearances, this seems to be a friendly, tight-knit group, and it seems like they’re almost ready to accept me as one of them. Do I want that? I’m not sure at this point, but I’ll take friendliness over hostility any day of the week.

  The party isn’t exactly sedate, but it’s not as rowdy as you might expect of a biker gang.

  Sure, the guys get a little drunk. Some of the girls end up dancing on the bar. There’s a general atmosphere of anything goes, and I see several guys and girls pair off—or more than pair in a few instances—and head out towards the back of the club. I’m not exactly a prude, but the situation still feels a little uncomfortable when Rob comes back over to me and takes me by the hand, pulling me up and into him and kissing me deeply.

  “How are things going, darlin’?”

  I giggle. “Darlin’?”

  He shrugs. “Well, that’s what you are, Robin. You ready for your surprise?”

  I nod. “What is it?”

  “Well it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?” He twines his fingers into mine and leads me out to the back of the club, where I’ve seen the others disappearing earlier.

  “Whoa, hold on,” I hang back as we enter a quieter corridor. “I know our first encounter was in the store room of a laundromat, but I’m not really that kind of girl, you know? That was a bit of a one off.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  I roll my eyes. “I’ve seen others coming back here, Hammer. I know there’s probably a whole load of seedy rooms with flee-infested mattresses out here, where you, me and another girl can have a threesome, but I’m not interested.”

  He starts to laugh. “Me, you and another girl? Who did you have in mind?” Before I can say anything, he’s pulling me in close and our lips are connecting in a deep kiss. “You’re the only girl for me, Robin. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

  “Still, you said there was a surprise, not that we’d be having rough sex on a dirty mattress and—”

  “So you’re saying you’re too good for a quickie in the back room of a biker bar?”

  “Yes. No! Not like that. You make it sound like I’m spoiled. I just—” I frown at the huge grin on his lips, as he kicks open the door beside him and I catch a glimpse of the room beyond. “Oh my...did you set this up?”

  “Surprise?”

  Candles all around the room illuminate a comfortable looking, opulent space with soft furnishings and rose petals strewn everywhere. There’s a box of chocolates on a table beside a huge, comfortable bed and a slick black gift bag sitting on top of the fresh sheets.

  I head straight over to the bed and open it up to look inside, pulling out the most luxurious, decadent, fantastically pretty lingerie. And it’s in just my size.

  “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Hammer?”

  He shrugs. “About that other girl…”

  “Screw you!” I shout with a laugh and a grin, looking around to find a screen in the corner that I can change behind.

  “Well, that’s kind of what I was hoping for.”

  Chapter 11

  Hammer

  She gives me a wink. “Turn around.”

  I spin on my heel and listen to the sounds of her changing clothes, my cock already at full capacity, knowing what’s happening.

  “Okay.” Her voice is soft and sweet as I turn back around and my jaw nearly dislocates when it falls open.

  “Angel.” I rub, then grip my chin. “I think I died and went to heaven.”

  She’s standing there with the sexiest smile. The light green little sheer babydoll deal I bought is perfect on her, and seeing the look in her eyes only makes it more beautiful. I close the space between us and play with the lace hem of the lingerie while I walk her backwards toward the bed. “All new linens too. Just in case you were worried.”

  Her eyes sparkle. “You are full of surprises.”

  “Can’t have you getting bored of me.”

  “I don’t see that happening.”

  “Good.” I ease her onto her back and lay her down, running my hands down from her shoulders, over the slick fabric.

  She lets her legs fall open in invitation and I don’t hesitate. I bring my lips to hers and slide my fingers between her slick folds. She’s soaking for me and I want to be everything for her. I want to protect her, provide for her, give her pleasure and laughter and adventure and security.

  I just hope she wants the same. Forever.

  I slide a finger inside, she’s still fucking tight as hell as the warmth and the way her cunt clenches around my finger makes my cock jerk and ache. This whole thing I’ve planned here is more than just a fancy fuck in the back of my pseudo family’s bar.

  I have another surprise for her, but it will have to wait, because I need her like a drowning man needs air.

  I work that special spot inside her with my finger, faster and faster, while I whisper into her ear.

  “You’re mine now. I can’t stay away from you. I won’t. This pussy, this heart, this soul…I need you.”

  My words have her hips moving with the strokes inside her pussy. I lean down and take her clit with my tongue, and her back arches as she falls over the cliff into bliss. Her walls tighten and her release spills around my finger as I pulse and drag every second of bliss from her climax.

  When she’s wilted a bit and catching her breath, I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck on them, then stand up and strip off my vest and t-shirt. Then I free myself from my boots and drop the rest of my clothes, my dick standing tall and weeping at the tip.

  I climb onto the bed, straddle her sweet face and push my cock down toward her lips.

  “He needs a kiss.”

  Her lips open easily as her hands slip around the base, pulling the head to her mouth. Her tongue darts out, lapping at the drops of pre-cum as she moans and closes her eyes.

  “All for you, my angel.”

  She takes me between her lips into the wet warmth of her mouth, and my balls tighten, ready to deliver, but I want inside her.

  I hold steady for a few seconds while her amazing mouth does what it does, then pull back.

  “Hey…” She pouts.

  “You’re a good girl. But I need inside you.”

  I shift and move between her legs, rubbing the head of my dick between her slick, hot lips and I know it’s time.

  I line up, her tight opening sopping wet and ready, but I need to say something. Something I’ve wanted to say, probably since the first time I saw her.

  “I never want to let you go, Robin.” I clench my jaw, willing the next words to come out. “I love you.”

  Her eyes go wide and she halts her breath.

  Fuck.

  I fucking ruined it.

  A chill starts to wrap around my heart. You can’t undo some things, and saying something like that, when the other person either isn’t ready or doesn’t feel the same, fucks it all up.

  I open my mouth to try to do some damage control when her eyes well up and her hands are on my cheeks.

  “I love you, too.” She blinks back the tears. “I’ve never said that before.”

  Fuck yes.

  “Me either.”

  I slide a few inches into her and press my lips to hers, sweeping my tongue into her mouth as her legs spread wider and her hips come up to take more of me.

  Her heels lock around the backs of my legs and I give her a hard thrust. She still can’t take all of me at once, but she’s getting better. I pull out, push back and after a few more rocks of our hips together, I’m all the way home.

  Hearing her moans and whimpers as we kiss, I know it still hurts when I’m buried to the hilt, but she’s told me she loves it.

  I wrap my fingers into her hair, holding her head steady as
I fuck her into the mattress and the bed creaks and knocks against the brick wall.

  After a minute, her body relaxes and I can ease nearly all the way out then back in. Her pussy is pulsing and gripping, milking me, and I try to keep it slow but the animal inside of me is pacing.

  She must feel it. She breaks our kiss and our eyes connect. “Fuck me. Hard. I want to feel you so deep inside me I’ll never forget.”

  I do just that. Both of us heaving and grunting as our bodies slap together. My balls spank against her and the muscles in my back are in spasm, trying to hold back my orgasm.

  I shift my hands down and grab her hips, holding her as I drive deep and her body releases more slick lubrication, and I’m so close.

  “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is going to be the death of me.”

  With that, her nails score my shoulders and her body twists as her climax takes over. Her grip on my cock locks down and I drive as deep as she can take and let myself go with her.

  I think of my seed finding her womb like I do every time I cum inside her, but this time feels different. I’m giving her my cum, but I’m giving her my love. All of me. And I hope she understands that’s what this is to me.

  Everything.

  Chapter 12

  Robin

  I watch Hammer’s chest rise and fall in slow, deep breaths as he sleeps. I trace the ink and fight back the ever-present doubt that somehow he and I could make this more than just a love story that could never really work.

  After all, I haven’t given up my dream of moving back east and finding my place at ProPublic or the First Amendment Coalition, or Anti-Defamation League.

  The ache in my chest reminds me that I’ve fallen hard for this leather-wearing biker who repairs heating and cooling equipment and runs what are more than likely some sketchy deals for the club. I respect everyone for what they do to make a living, as long as they aren’t hurting someone else, but I can’t see that this is a match that would fit with the future I see for myself.

  Or saw for myself.