Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,12

I saw you. I’m going to kiss your lips, get a tease, then…”

I brush my lips on hers, the sweet, sharp taste of her sex bolting through me like an electrical charge, and I already know I’ll never be the same.

I’ll never let her go. I’ll find a way to keep her—no us—safe. Together. Whatever it takes.

“Hammer,” she whispers, then I hear her bite back a giggle.

“What?”

“It’s just…every time I say your name. It just…” She shrugs and I don’t pull back, I lean down, letting my tongue drift down her neck as she asks, “What’s your real name?”

“Hammer.”

“No. Come on…”

“I’ll make you a deal.” I nip at the nape of her neck, making her squeal, then bring my head up to stare down into her eyes, pinching her chin a little harder. “I tell you my first name, I get to strip off these jeans and clean up the mess I made in that sweet pussy of yours with my mouth.”

She narrows her eyes, pulling her lips together, then swipes her tongue along the seam. Knowing she’s tasting herself on them only pushes the primal caveman inside of me closer to the edge of any reason.

“Well. I will say, I taste pretty good.” She pulls her lips to the side, crinkling her nose biting back a smile, and my Kryptonite shows itself again.

That fucking dimple.

I fall like a house of cards in a hurricane.

“Robin,” I blurt out, and watch the humor spread across her face as she bites her lip, holding back the laugh.

“What?” She answers, not understanding.

“No, that’s my name…it’s Robin.”

“For reals?” Her eyebrows raise.

I nod.

“Well, that could get confusing.” She says, her eyes searching my face. “How about, I call you Rammer then? Get it? Robin and Hammer?”

The laugh she’s been holding back breaks free, and as fucking embarrassing as this moment should be, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from joining her.

In that moment, I know what I want. To hear her laugh like that for the rest of my life.

“Jesus,” I manage, trying to regain some control over the situation. “Let’s compromise. You call me Rob, but not in front of anyone else. Only alone. I don’t like anyone knowing my name.” I leave it at that. I don’t want her to know it’s not that I’m all that embarrassed by my name, but I like my anonymity. Even more now that I’ve got her in my life.

“Deal.” She nods, pinching her pink lips tight as she holds back another laugh.

“We had another deal.” My voice lowers as I reach down and grab her ass in both hands, lifting her up on a yelp with zero effort and turning us around, setting her on a small table against the opposite wall. “Lift your ass,” I order, moving my hands down, unzipping her jeans, then jerking on the waistband as she locks her elbows and pushes herself up. Her ass rises just enough for me to strip the denim from her legs, down to her ankles.

I pull harder and the black sparkly flip flops she was wearing fall to the linoleum floor, only to be immediately covered by her jeans when I drop them on top.

“Rob,” she whispers, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound. The humor is gone from her voice and I like that she’s the only one that’s ever called me that. It’s ours alone, and I want to create a million other things that belong to just us.

I kiss my way down her neck, pulling up her shirt, and make my way from one nipple to the other, sucking and glancing my teeth on the pebbled flesh before licking my way down her soft stomach as my cock leaks and my balls twitch.

As I pause just below her belly button, an odd, unfamiliar sensation tightens its grip on my throat and I realize for the first time, when I do get inside her—and it may not be tonight—there will be nothing between us.

No condoms.

If she’s on something, that will be over because I want her bound to me. It’s hard for me to believe this is me thinking these things, but they are as clear as an oracle’s prophecy, and if it takes me the rest of my life, this girl will be mine in every way possible.

With thoughts of how my bare cock will feel sliding into her hot cunt for the first time, I lower to my knees, my face at the perfect height, and I