Hammer (3 page)

Suzie has done well for herself. She got a full scholarship to Duke University. After years of studying and dedication, she achieved her PhD. Then, leaving the small town life of Carolina in the rearview, she took a job with a pharmaceutical company in Chicago.

I couldn’t be prouder of her. Given our parental figures aren’t shining examples or upstanding citizens, we both have overcome tremendous obstacles to be where we are today. Of course, my sister and I could have worked at a grocery store for the rest of our lives and still been better than them. Mom worked at the local diner that paid jack shit because she thought it was “groovy,” and our father was a long-haul trucker because he couldn’t get any other decent paying job due to his record, and both of them couldn’t have cared less about the kids they left home alone.

My sister pops her head around my bedroom door, her dirty blonde hair hanging like a waterfall. “Aren’t you ready yet? I’m itchin’ to go!”

Rolling my eyes at her impatience, I keep one hand on the towel wrapped around my body and use my other hand to grab one of the pillows on my bed to throw at her. She dodges the fluffy missile, continuing to walk into my room with her hands on her hips.

With a big smile, she jokes, “You’re gettin’ ornery in your old age.”

Giving her the stink eye, I look over her outfit. Tonight, she’s wearing a shimmery black, spaghetti strap tank top; tight red pants; and four–inch, shiny, black, snakeskin heels. Total class and sass.

If we weren’t only a year apart in age, I would seriously wonder if she wasn’t joking. Suzie lives her life at a hundred mile per hour pace. One could easily figure that out about my sister after being in her presence for a few minutes. She’s so full of energy that she practically bounces on her toes. Her brown eyes are super expressive, and she usually has a bright, easy going smile on her face. Her wardrobe often matches her no-holds-barred attitude.

I huff and shoo her out of my room so I can dry off and get dressed. I wouldn’t say I’m the opposite of Suzie, but I would say I like to live in the slow lane. I also don’t stand out as much as my brightly shining younger sister. It is okay, though, because I’m good with who I am, inside and out.

Physically, Suzie and I only have two things in common: lush, curvy bodies and our warm, espresso-colored eyes. She is tall to my somewhat short five-foot-four height, and her curves are more hourglass to my pear. The years of running make my bottom half stronger than my top, but daily activities keep me toned throughout.

Unlike my sister, I keep my rich brown, curly hair short in a messy bob. It is easy to style yet still sexy. I also dress a bit more low-key with my own kind of flare. Tonight, I have pulled out my favorite black dress pants and paired them with a white, short-sleeved blouse that has a black lace overlay. Slipping my feet into a pair of black leather peep-toe booties, my outfit is done, and I’m headed back to the bathroom to do my makeup and hair.

Quickly, I glam up, and then we head out for the night. First stop, Sparky’s. It is a small hole in the wall joint with dollar drafts and karaoke.

Two beers in, I smile as my sister dances on her bar stool. She has been glancing around since we got inside, making me wonder if she’s expecting someone. Curiosity fills me.

“What brought on the surprise visit?”

She seems caught off guard by my question and almost stumbles off her stool. Gingerly sitting back down because of her heels, she starts peeling the label off her beer. “I missed ya. Plus, I wanted a change in scenery.”

Raising an eyebrow at her, I smile. “Long-term change?” I can’t hide the hope in my voice.

She gives the same carefree laugh she always has. “Coastal life isn’t for me, Desirae.”

“You’re here now. That should say something.”

“Yeah, it says, occasionally, I need to clear my lungs and breathe fresh air to funnel some of the smog out of my system.”

The music changes, and the mood around us shifts as the eighties beat blares through the speakers. My sister and I both hop off our bar stools and hit the dance floor like two girls who just wanna have fun.

Childhood memories flash in my mind of hair brush microphones, big hair, and high-top sneakers. Then, we had our high school days and those nineties alternative years of vintage T-shirts and our grunge look before going to college where we both found ourselves. I’m still more of a vintage rock T-shirt and jeans kind of girl, while Suzie is more flare and frills.

Even dancing, she seems distracted or on edge. Something most definitely is off. We have never had a relationship where we held back from each other, and I’m not about to let us start now.

“Are you scared of your shadow tonight or something?”

She jumps at my question, confirming my suspicions that there is some sort of problem or that she’s waiting for someone. Either way, sweet Suzie is hiding something.

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she grabs my hand, and we head back to the bar for another drink.

Avoidance doesn’t work with me, baby girl, but I will let her have this play … for now.

Chapter

2

~Hammer~

Leaving the office at Alibi, I am wound tight. I blow out a breath and run my hand through my short, dirty blond hair. Anger, frustration, and pure hatred course through me. I want to break something, kill someone, or fuck a broad senseless. My body craves release, my mind seeks escape, and my soul is so blackened nothing can save me from the hell waiting me in the afterlife.

Eye for an eye, motherfucker. Some sick fuck is kidnapping, drugging, and torturing young women, specifically strippers and drug addicts here in South Beach. I want to find this son of a bitch and make him choke on his own damn dick. The Regulators were already keeping an eye on the situation, trying to figure out who was behind the missing women because of the girls who work in our club, but he has gone too far now.

A teen is missing, Brooke’s best friend to be exact. And Brooke is Ice’s, our club prez’s, teenage daughter.
Low blow, shit head. We were coming for you already, but now we are all over this like our next meal depends on it.

This motherfucker landed himself on the wrong radar. The Regulators are more than a band of brothers on bikes. We are a top secret black ops team. It might be unusual to have bikers as government soldiers for hire, but it works. We each have prior military service and different areas of expertise. From intelligence to recon to making a motherfucker disappear, our team has every skill-set covered. That’s why we are one of the most efficient units ever formed. We will find him and make him pay, and as sergeant-at-arms for the club, I will personally have a part in taking him down.

A group of the club barflies are hanging around in a corner. My eyes find the luscious ass of none other than Jane, and my dick gets hard instantly.

Whistling over to their group, I get her attention.

“Hey, Jane, I’m jonesin’ for some J-action Jackson riding my cock tonight; you game, woman?”

Without hesitation, she walks away from her friends, licking her lips as she saunters toward me.
There’s no need to strut, chick. I don’t need to be impressed.

She has sucked my dick enough in the past. I’m already a fan of that mouth, that cunt, and that ass. Tonight, I will pay tribute to her all-star status.

As Jane continues her saunter over to where I stand next to the bar, I turn and order the prospect behind the bar to give me a bottle of beer. Nodding, he pops the top off and slides the bottle into my waiting hand just as Jane makes it to me. The beer is ice cold and feels damn good going down my throat.

Licking her plump bottom lip, she zeroes her eyes in on my hard cock bulging behind my jeans. “Where have you been, stranger? I’ve been hopin’ to see you all night.”

If any other broad said that to me, I would be nervous that she might be getting attached. I know I don’t have to worry about that with Jane, though. She’s been hanging around the clubhouse long enough to know I don’t want an ol’ lady. All I’m looking for is a place to get off. It might make me sound like an asshole, but at least she knows, with me, she will get off, too.

I reach my free hand over and grab the waistband of her jeans to pull her body flush with mine as I tip my head back and drain half my beer. Slamming the bottle back on the bar top, I get right to the point.

“Get naked,” I command, knowing she loves to give a show. She gets off on it. Who am I to deny her?

“Here?” A smile builds on her cheeks.

“Right here, right now, woman. If you want my cock and everything you know I’ll give you, then get naked.”

There is no doubt she’s getting wet from knowing there are five brothers and two prospects hanging around right now, along with her group of friends. I know that’s enough to make any woman skittish, but I’m betting she’s more excited than put off.

She bites her bottom lip then slides her hands down the front of her shirt and grabs the hem. Jane hesitates for a split second then pulls her shirt over her head.

She loves this cat and mouse game, waiting for more instruction. Her small pause is only building anticipation for us both.

She reaches for the button on her pants, but I shake my head.

“Nope. Now the bra. I wanna see your titties jiggle when you take off your jeans, darlin’.”

A couple of the men sitting around the bar laugh at what I said, and it makes Jane blush.

Her hands change directions and reach behind her back to unhook her bra. Once it is loose, she slowly slides the straps down until her bra is hanging off her arms and then lets it drop to the floor.

Her tanned, creamy skin glows in the low lights. I watch with hungry eyes as her two little, rosy nipples pebble up from the cool air.

Jane doesn’t wait for my next command; she immediately unbuttons and unzips her jeans. I watch as she slides them down her toned legs until they pool at her feet before she steps out of them. Now she is in front of me in nothing but her thong, which I can see is already soaked with her juices. I can’t wait to bury my dick into her tight walls and fuck the world away.

She closes the distance between us and softly rakes her nails down my chest through my shirt. “What now, Hammer? Are we really going to do this here, or are you ready to go somewhere else?”

A lot of the guys would take her back to a room or a dark corner. I’m not a lot of the guys.

Reaching up, I smooth the wild, blonde hair back from her face until I’m fisting it at the back of her head. Holding her captive in front of me, I make sure we are on the same page.

“If you want me, then you’re gonna take me the way I wanna give it to you. Tonight, that means right here, right now, where everyone can see just how good you give it back to me. Nobody will touch you except me, but they’re gonna see every dirty, delicious thing I do to your body. That bother you? Because if it does, let me know now, and I’ll end this.”

I know her answer before she gives it to me. I can see Jane’s pulse point pounding wildly in her neck and the heat in her eyes. She wants whatever I want to give her because she knows it will be the best she has ever had.

Jane nods her head.

As I slide my left hand down the front of her body until I’m cupping her satin-covered pussy, I growl, “that little head nod isn’t good enough for me right now darlin’. Give me the words, or I walk away.”

After moaning my name, she says, “Fuck me, Hammer. I’ll take it however you wanna give it to me.”

“Now that’s what I wanted to fuckin’ hear.” Slamming my lips down on hers, I kiss her breathless. I taste her mouth good, because in a few seconds, she’s going to taste a whole lot more of me.

Letting her go, I step back a little and pick my bottle of beer back up. “Thong’s sweet, woman, but lose it.”

She shimmies her panties down her legs, and I use my foot to pull one of the leather padded barstools away from the bar. Jane looks at the barstool then back at me.

“Bend over it. I’m ready to play.”

She wastes no time bending over the barstool, bracing her hands on one of the rungs to get comfortable. She probably thinks I’m about to fuck her silly from behind. I’m not.

Walking to stand in front of her, I undo my jeans and push them down with my boxers until my cock is out and right in front of her face.

Jane’s eyes get big again, and she squirms a little on the barstool in excitement. When she looks up to my face, I can’t help the way the side of my lips kick up in a half-smile at her enthusiasm.

“Make it good, woman.”

She uses one of her hands to guide me into her mouth as I use one of my hands to pick my beer back up. The feeling of her hot, eager mouth sliding up and down my cock as I drink my beer feels like heaven. It doesn’t take long before my beer is empty and my hips are pistoning to fuck her face.

The prospect watching avidly behind the bar goes to grab my empty beer bottle, but I stop him. I promised Jane I would make it good, and I’m damn well about to start doing just that without losing her mouth.

Looking down at her face, I give her all the warning I’m willing to give. “You’re hot, Jane. I’m gonna cool you down.”

Taking the still cold beer bottle in my left hand, I brace my weight on the bar top with my right hand then bend over enough to slowly slide the neck of the bottle into Jane’s sopping wet pussy. She moans around my cock, and that’s all I need to know she enjoys the cool glass inside of her warm cunt.

I fuck her shallowly with both the bottle and my cock for a few more minutes to tease her. Either way, I know I’m not giving her enough in her mouth or her pussy. She will never get off this way, but watching her body tremble in anticipation lets me know she is so excited it won’t take much more.

I pull the bottle out of her first, bringing it to my face where she can see me lick her wetness. “You taste good, Jane.”

The moan she lets out is so good it damn near makes me come prematurely, but I manage to pull myself out and stop it from happening.

My brothers’ catcall and whistle at the show we are giving them, but Jane is so amped up I’m not sure she even notices.