Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,14

curls her swollen lips.

“You said we weren’t going to fuck in here. If you set that beast free, there will be fucking. Fair warning.” I do what I can to keep my words steady because I want nothing more than to sink inside her and fill her with what feels like ten pounds of cum weighting my balls right now.

“Well, maybe things have changed—”

Her fingers loop into the leather of my belt. I watch as she slips it through the buckle, then it’s a quick pop of the top button and the other five basically do the work themselves, just from the pressure of my cock behind.

Her eyes turn to saucers and fixate on the length of erection standing high and tight like it’s saluting her.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph…” She looks down, then at me. “Do you carry a concealed weapon permit for that thing?”

Her fingers move forward, opening to take hold, when I hear it.

Click.

The door knob turns, clicks again, Robin yelps and we’re busted.

Chapter 7

Robin

Rob is rubbing his temples as he stands by the steel table where the bottle of tequila sits next to my empty laundry basket.

The lady that walked in on us can’t seem to get the smile from her face and keeps glancing my way. She looks at me with some odd joy, nothing that makes me feel worse about being discovered in the back room of a laundromat with my legs wide and a guy I barely know’s cock ready to take all I was offering.

But, oh my God, for real.

That cock.

When this dust settles, I will need to find out who this lady is and send her a thank you note, because she probably just saved me from being destroyed by that horse cock Hammer was hiding.

I was serious when I said it was a concealed weapon. He needs a permit to carry around something like that.

Rob turns my way, his face hard but not angry, as the raven haired lady smacks his shoulder on a throaty laugh and they both move my way.

My cheeks are about a thousand degrees as they approach and I can see in the older woman’s eyes a kindness; playful, but not cruel.

“Robin.” Rob extends his hand toward me, then bends his elbow and his finger point toward the woman. “This is Luann. Luann, this is Robin.”

“Sorry about this,” I start, but she waves me off. Her fingers are crooked, skin is thin, but she’s pretty. I can imagine she was a killer back in her day.

“Don’t fret one second. Us girls gotta get what we need. No shame.” She smiles and her teeth are crooked, yellow from nicotine, but I feel a genuine warmth.

My adrenaline and the tequila is still pushing my needle into the red. I’m still reeling from the orgasm Rob pulled out of me. I mean, I know how to work a vibrator and I’ve had orgasms before, but nothing—I mean nothing—like what just happened in that back room.

I’m still vibrating inside and I really should thank her for interrupting when she did. I wasn’t thinking straight. I told myself no fucking and I was about to throw that right out the window when she intervened.

Nothing but sex. That’s what this was. Is. Whatever.

It was fun, now it’s done.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

“A little lust and tequila at three AM in an empty laundromat. Sounds like a good romance book to me.”

“Okay,” Rob interrupts. “Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

His voice is hard and my heart sinks.

I’m the one that said it’s nothing but sex, but to hear him dismiss what just happened so quickly, I don’t understand why it feels like there’s a strap crushing my heart.

“I knew it was him.” Luann nods towards the copy of Pride & Prejudice. “Who else would be here in the middle of the night? I also know he’s been known to use the back room on occasion.” She bobs her eyebrows at Rob and the sinking feeling turns to a stabbing pain in my chest.

“Well, I should be going.” I shuffle around them to the washing machines that hold my clothes. Thank God they are all done, and I start opening each one, stuffing the damp clothes into my basket.

“You need to dry them.” Rob comes up next to me, but I shift away.

I hate that I can smell my scent on him. I hate him right now.

“No,” I snap. “I hang them out to dry. I need to get home and get