Chapter 31
Screwing Up A Good Thing
Hammer headed up to his room. He needed a shower and a shot of whisky. This had been, hands down, the fuckin’ worst day of his entire life. Stepping into his bedroom, he saw Alina had just finished arranging the Cassandra’s hair.
Immediately upon seeing Hammer, the woman fell to her knees and assumed the strange hands up position she’d taken in the shipping container. “Look, doll. I ain’t nothin’ special. You don’t have to drop to your knees for me.”
“It is a mark of respect for the man who rescued me. I was offering you my service.”
Alina’s mouth dropped open in shock. Meanwhile cold hot fury pounded through Hammer’s veins. “I got a whole clubhouse full of whores eager to suck me off. I don’t need a million dollar whore any more than I need a root canal.”
“Hammer!” Alina admonished.
He realized that probably sounded harsh. Closing his eyes, he swallowed down his anger. “Get on up off your knees, sugar. I prefer a plain old thank you.”
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to be offensive. Submitting is my way. It is why I was spared some of the more brutal treatment the other women were subjected to.”
“You mean with the Grim Crew?”
Nodding the woman spoke in a low voice. “Men are sexual creatures. My training allowed me to offer novel sexual encounters they had not known before. I rewarded them for using condoms and they strongly preferred cooperative companionship. I know wrong but a woman does what she must to survive.”
“Oh, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You were smart and resourceful. You should have been proud to come out of this whole situation with so little damage.”
“I am fortunate.” The woman agreed sincerely.
Hammer sat in a chair at a small table and motioned for her to sit across from him. She gracefully stood and moved effortlessly across the room. There was something special about the woman. He couldn’t put his finger on quite what it was but he liked it. Not enough to argue the point with the Russians but she was effeminate and her manner was accommodating. Hell, who was he kidding? That shit would get real goddamn old for him.
When Alina moved within reaching distance he snagged her and pulled her into his lap. His pretty little school teacher was the real prize when it came to women. She was pretty, soft, and always hot for him. Not like this polite million dollar bitch. She seemed cold somehow and Hammer found himself eager to be rid of her.
Turning to the collared woman he inquired gently. “Well, since the Russians made you off limits for all the brothers, would you feel comfortable going downstairs alone? I’d like to talk to my pretty little friend alone.”
“Knowing that I am under the protection of Ivan and Serge, I feel quite comfortable. Thank you for the consideration.”
Hammer just shook his head. “You, Ivan, and Serge have something in common besides you lifestyle choices. You all three talk like you’re at Buckingham Palace or something.”
“The formal speech pattern is more of a personal choice. It’s not linked to the lifestyle.”
“Good to know. Now scram, doll.”
The woman rose to her feet again and strolled from the room.
Hammer grimaced. “Can’t say I’m sad to see the backside of Miss. Cassandra.”
“Did the Russians make it back yet?”
“Nope. This is a big case and we want it to stick, so they will be as thorough as possible. Might take them the better part of the night.”
“Are you over being made at me?”
Looking into the face of the woman he loved he spoke softly. “I just have one question. Why?”
Alina tried to jump to her feet but he held her fast.
“You’re such an ass, Hammer. I can’t believe you ever thought I’d do that to you.”
“Can’t imagine who else would have called CPS. Even though I found out a brother was ratting on us to Miguel, he wouldn’t have called CPS because he got himself arrested as well.”
“I think it was Miguel. Think about it. Someone called the very day we sprung him.
Though they said the call was made the day before, when we checked the records it was made at around four am that morning. About the time that you and the guys were all planning the big rescue. It think your rat told Miguel and he let you capture Jaden then just called the authorities because he knew that the last they were called the police got involved. He probably hopped they’d find bloody clothes and stuff that would enable the police to put you and your whole crew away for a long time. Then he could just move in and take over your operation at his leisure, with no one to stand in his way.”
“It all sounds a little far-fetched to me”
“More far-fetched than the woman who loves you intentionally trying to get you arrested? Let me go. I need to check on the turkey.”
“I got some meat for you to check on right here, kitten.”
“Don’t you kitten me. Didn’t you tell Cassandra you had a whole clubhouse of women willing to suck you off? You should call one of them. Better yet, I’ll do it for you.”
“God, I never realized what a turn on you are when you’re being feisty.”
“Go to hell, Hammer. And let me go.” The more she struggled against him, the harder it was making him.
Standing, he took her right along with him and tossed her on the bed.
“Strip, you sexy bitch. Strip it all off.”
“Fuck you, Hammer.”
“Don’t play with me, kitten. It’s been a very long day and I need you. Ain’t no other bitch gonna due, not even the million dollar one. Come on and give it up. You know, you want to. I can practically smell your arousal.”
“Yea, well that’s what separates people from animals. The ability to choose.”
Hammer stared at her. She’d scrambled off the bed and was now standing defiantly behind it with her hands on her hips. Even her angry glare was turning him on.
Hell, what was he thinking, trying to reason with the overly emotional bitch? Slowly his hands came up and pulled his shirt over his head. Her pupils dilated when she saw his chest. His hands tore roughly at the front of his pants. Pushing them down, along with his underwear, he kicked them aside. Alina’s hands had dropped from her hips and she was chewing her bottom lip. He had her hooked. He just needed to reel her in.
Bringing his hand to his rod, he slowly stroked up and down. “Go get the pretty little million dollar bitch. Tell her I’ll accept her…service.”
Stroking himself again, he purred. “If I can’t have the bitch I want, I settle for the one I rescued today. Maybe I’ll write my name along that collar of hers. She might be worth wrangling with the Russians over.”
He tried, unsuccessfully to keep the smug smile off his face when her hands moved to her buttons. She watched intently as he stroked himself, her hands moving quicker and quicker to rid herself of her clothing.
“That’s a good girl. I knew you’d see things my way. You and I are meant to be Alina. Ain’t no bitch ever gonna come between us, especially not that one. Now get your pretty little ass on the bed. It’s been too long and I need inside you right goddamn now.”
Climbing onto the bed she hurried into his arms. Her eagerness caused a curl of pleasure to snake through his gut. Her touch was like an electrical current, reminding him that he’d been alone for far too long. She rubbed her soft body against his and her hands roamed over his arms and chest.
Snagging her hair in one hand he gently pulled her head back to expose her throat. Licking a long line straight up the middle, he landed on her lips. She opened for him immediately and took what was rightfully his. It didn’t matter if he could ever trust her or not, he’d fuck her until he was old and grey. That much in his life was certain. Sliding his hand down he cupped one breasts and dipped his head to tease her nipple. She responded by digging her nails into his arms slightly as she gasped. Nipping his way over, he tongued the other before forcing her down beneath him.
Hammer loved being on top of her, looking down at her adoring eyes and beautiful naked body. He kissed her neck as she instinctively wrapped her long legs around his waist. Rubbing himself against her body he could feel how ready she was for him. She was so eager that she grabbed his rod and brought it to her entrance. Hammer sank down slowly into her heat and began earning his club name all over again.
His rational mind told him that after not having sex for a couple of weeks any kind of sex would fell sublime. However the emotional part of his brain knew better. He was power fucking the one and only women in the world he was certain he could never trust. Hammer found he was of two minds about the experience. How could fucking her feel so good if it was so wrong? Then maybe he was so fucked up that the wrongness of the situation was the very thing that made fucking her so good.
He concentrated on the task at hand driving her over the edge into a hard orgasm then rolled her right over and took her from behind until he spilled inside her. There was something about taking a woman from behind that helped him disassociate from the experience. The moment he came, he rolled off the bed and pulled on his jeans and a clean t-shirt. He was fucking panicking for some godforsaken reason and felt like he could run laps around the goddamn building. He had to put some space between them he didn’t even know why.
One glance over his shoulder as he left the room was all he needed. The hurt expression on her face was raw and devoid of anger, spite or any of the other emotions other women normally displayed when they were angry with him. It was just plain and simple hurt. He’d wounded and it tore his heart out. Slamming the door behind him, he strolled downstairs. Dropping down at the bar, one of the new girls brought him a plate of food. Hammer downed three shots of whiskey one after another and tried to calm the fuck down. The new girl sat on the stool beside him and struck up a conversation. What the hell was her name? He couldn’t quite remember, but the pretty blonde was nibbling food from his plate. Hammer didn’t care really. She’d made the plate of food for him, so fair play if she wanted a bite of it.
The next thing he knew she was tracing around the edges of the tattoo on his bicep. He was just about to tell her to get lost when he noticed Alina standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring a whole through him. For some reason, Hammer didn’t care for her thinking he was doing something that he wasn’t. Instead of articulating that fact like a normal person he barked. “You don’t own me, you sexy little bitch.”
He’d half expected her to argue the point, tell him off or say something to the woman’s name he couldn’t quite remember. Instead she turned on her heel and walked back upstairs. Fuck. Why’d he do that? “Het lost, sugar. I’m not in the mood for company tonight.” Though her face fell, she hopped down and scooted away.”
Hammer thought briefly of going upstairs and making nice but decided against it. Let her simmer. He could always talk to her later. Right now he needed another drink.
A cold voice came from behind him. “That was about the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen you do.”
“Shut the fuck up, Marlow. This none of your concern.”
“It just seems foolish of you to make the same mistake I did, especially after you’ve been privy to how it fucked up one of the few good things in my life. I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Apparently, I’m not. So give it a rest already.”
Ivan and Serge returned in the wee hours of the morning when the adult party was in full swing. Rather than joining, they scooped up their woman and headed home. Hammer had to admit the million dollar whore seemed quite taken with the pair of them. He couldn’t imagine sharing a woman with another man. His brothers shared whores every now and then but Hammer just couldn’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on what was his.
Thinking of that made him think of the woman who was no doubt upstairs sleeping in his bed. He staggered up the steps and shoved open the door to this room. There was no Alina. He walked over and opened his son’s door. The boy was sitting on his bed, reading from his e-reader.
“If you’re looking for Alina, she’s gone.”
“What do you mean gone? I saw her come back up here early in the night.”
“She did. Long enough to grab her purse and car keys. She stopped by to say goodbye then got into her car and left. I thought you knew.”
“She’ll be back.” Even as he said the words, Hammer wasn’t sure they were true. It would be more accurate to say, he hoped she’d come back.
“I don’t think she liked seeing you with that whore rubbing all over you.”
“It’s for the best. She’s not like us.”
“You two are both a mess. You worry that you can’t trust her because she’s middle class. She worries that she can’t trust you not to cheat on her cause you’re a biker. You’re both so much alike it’s not funny.”
“I don’t want to talk about this with you. You’re too young to know what you’re talking about.”
“If you say so. Better get some sleep. You still have Booker to deal with tomorrow.”
“How’d you get to be in the know about everything?”
“I just keep my ears open.”
“It’s good to have you back, son.”
“The youngster smiled serenely. “It damn good to be back, sir.”
Hammer smiled at his only son and flipped off his light before returning to his own bedroom. Sitting on the side of his bed, he tried to clear his mind. Maybe Jaden…Hawk was on to something. It was a strange day when the oldest member of his crew and the youngest gave him exactly the same advice. Turning sideways, he leaned against the headboard. The bed still smelled strongly of their shared sex. Thought Hammer couldn’t say he enjoyed his own scent so much, hers was heavenly. Picking up the pillow she normally slept on, he crushed it to his face. With each draw of her crisp clean scent, he fell more under her spell.
He sat thinking until the sun rose the next morning. Slowly it dawned on him what he’d done. His suspiciousness and shitty attitude had cost him the affections of a nice woman who really loved him. In the cold light of day he’d give anything to have back the opportunity he had so callously tossed away the night before. He’d done stupid things when intoxicated before but this was by far his worst fuck up. The worst part was that he had absolutely no idea how to unfuck it.