CHAPTER 8
HAMMER
A few days after claiming my woman, I’m looking at her from my seat at the bar while she’s sitting with the other Old Ladies in the clubhouse. Her head is thrown back as she’s laughing at something Wrenley has said. She fits right in, which didn’t come as a surprise to me in the least.
“Have you ordered her cut yet?” Lucifer, my Prez, asks from his spot next to me. Even though I know he’s talking to me, his eyes are locked on his woman, Cherise, like they haven’t been together for decades.
“Not yet,” I tell him out of the side of my mouth.
“Get with Hacker and he’ll get you sorted.”
Before I can tell him that I was already planning on it, Hacker, our resident tech guy, and Secretary, leans against the bar next to me with a huge fucking grin on his face full of the promise of being teased mercilessly. “I’m already all over it, Prez,” he promises.
Tack, our Sergeant at Arms, comes up on the other side of Lucifer with his eyes narrowed as he looks between me and my woman. “We thought you weren’t spending as much time around the clubhouse because of the job, but it was her, wasn’t it?”
I shrug one shoulder while taking a long swig of my beer. “Both considering I wouldn’t have met Laiken if it weren’t for the job.”
Tack lets out a low whistle and tilts his beer in my woman’s direction. “The huge renovation is hers?”
I nod once as I watch my woman lean closer to Emery, Driller’s woman and a tattoo artist at the club’s shop, before she motions toward her ribs, her lips and hands moving rapidly which is a clear sign that she’s excited about whatever she’s talking about.
If she’s on the hunt for more ink, Emery is the right person to talk to. There’s no fucking way I’d allow Driller to tattoo her. No fucking way.
“Looks like she fits right in,” Tack muses.
Prodigal grunts as he comes over to the bar along with Apostle from the pool tables where they have just finished a game.
“Of course she fits in,” he huffs. “Like any of us would find the other half of our self and they wouldn’t fit in?
That would be fucking ridiculous. The most I could see happening is it would take a little time because they’re timid or need to deal with some trauma, but nothing more drastic than that. ”
“Just a little trauma,” Apostle taunts under his breath.
The mocking tone of his voice has all of us cracking up as Prodigal reaches over and smacks the back of his head. I glance their way to find the club’s enforcer glaring at our VP, but we all know that is as far as it’ll go.
“Glad you brought her by for a night at the clubhouse,” Apostle grunts even as he continues to reduce Prodigal to ash with his gaze.
“Told you I would,” I shoot back at him.
“How’s the reno going?” Lucifer’s question brings whatever bullshit Apostle was thinking of slinging back my direction to an end. “Heard it’s a big job.”
“Right now, it’s all demo and finding out how deep all the problems go.” I sigh, “I’ll be honest, there are some good bones there and a lot of charm, but there’s something creepy as fuck about the house and a lot of strange shit keeps happening.”
I’m not going to come out and say the house is haunted. I fucking refuse. That would make me sound like I’ve lost my tether to reality, and I’d never hear the end of it.
Still, I can’t deny that some shit I can’t explain has been going on. Laiken is convinced she saw Desiree only a few days ago. It’s not like I can say she’s wrong either.
Hacker sounds way too fucking interested as he asks, “What kind of strange things?”
“Just strange shit,” I try and deflect. “Some tools have gone missing. Some noises and cold spots and that kind of thing. It’s probably just the old as fuck house, but it is kind of creepy.
” I nod toward my woman and explain, “Laiken found an old journal in a bedroom a while ago. The story in the journal is fucked up and involves a cheating husband and a Voodoo practicing servant as a mistress.”
“Damn,” Tack grunts and lets out a low whistle. “Who did the journal belong to?”
“A woman by the name of Blanche Ann Landry. She married into the family in 1901. Sounds like things weren’t easy for her,” I tell them. “There was an entry about some sort of curse, and she believed it was true back in the day.”
“I can dig into the history of the house if you’d like,” Hacker offers.
I glance his way and give him a chin lift. “That would be good. Anything to put my woman’s mind at ease.”
Prodigal teases, “Your woman, huh?”
I huff out an annoyed breath and roll my eyes. “She’s mine. I’ll claim her at the table when her property cut comes in,” I assure him.
Something shifts at the women’s table when Cherie leans closer to Laiken, and I find myself pushing off the bar and closing the distance between me and my woman. I’m curious as to what is going on and from the sound of the boots following me, I’m not the only one.
Just as I reach my woman, Cherie’s voice carries above the sound of the music, “I remember hearing stories about that house when I was growing up. The entrance to the driveway was always a little overgrown and not as welcoming as it could have been which is why I think kids loved to talk about it.”
Laiken’s voice is full of curiosity as she pushes, “What kind of stories?”
“When I was a girl, it was said the woman of the house killed her husband after finding out he had an affair with a servant. Apparently, the husband did disappear, but so did the maid. People figured he ran off with the maid and left the wife behind. Of course,” she tosses out as she rolls her eyes, “there was also talk of the maid practicing Voodoo, but it was probably a lie. This is New Orleans and anything remotely sketchy somehow involves Voodoo which is just silly.”
Laiken sits there frozen, her large grey eyes blinking a few times as she processes Cherie’s story. I swear I can almost read her mind—if that is what happened when Cherie was a girl and it’s not the same players as Blanche and her husband, then maybe there is some truth to the curse.
“Well,” I growl and reach for my woman, hauling her up and throwing her over my shoulder, “enough campfire stories for one night. I’m ready to take my woman off to bed.”
“Hey,” Laiken shrieks even with her looking like a sack of potatoes, “put me down. I was talking with my girls.”
A smile tugs at my lips because she’s claimed the Old Ladies as her own. When I glance at my brothers, they have the same look on their faces. Yeah, she just won them all over.
“Don’t worry,” Sioux shouts to my woman, “we’ll have plenty of time together, Laiken. You’ll be back. We’re a group that loves to party and is big on family.”
My woman huffs out, “Fine.”
I spank her ass which causes her to let out an adorable yelp of surprise. I wave to my family before stalking my way through the common room toward where everyone’s rooms are. I haven’t stayed here in weeks, but we already dropped a bag off earlier today when we arrived for the party.
My only focus is getting to my room as quickly as possible and everything else fades away. Even though I was buried inside of my woman only hours ago, I already need her again.
I think I’ll always need more of her and will never get enough.
When the door to my room swings open, I freeze and then let out a roar at the sight in front of me. Kiki, one of the club angels, is laid out on my bed. She’s naked with her fingers buried inside of her loose as fuck snatch.
She arches her back and moans, “Oh, Hammer, you’re finally here.”
Laiken’s body goes rigid and my eyes narrow at the woman who has made a huge mistake. I can hear boots storming my way which is no surprise considering how loud I fucking roared.
“Put me down,” my woman hisses, and I allow her to slide down my body slowly.
When she turns to see the scene in front of us, I can feel the anger coming off her in waves. I’m not sure who the feminine gasp which comes from behind us belongs to, but they’re not alone.
“Oh, fucking hell,” Apostle mutters under his breath.
“Get the fuck out of my room,” I demand, my voice menacing.
Kiki pouts and proceeds to fuck herself harder with her fingers, adding a third to the mix as if it is going to do a damn thing to help this situation.
“Nope,” Cherise snaps and then pushes past whoever is behind us.
When she breaches the room, she looks at Laiken and studies her face for a moment.
Whatever she sees there has her nodding and winking.
Then Cherise steps up next to the bed, grips Kiki’s hair and hauls her off without a single fucking care that her body slams against the floor.
“You clearly have forgotten your place, Kiki. Everyone knows Hammer hasn’t touched an angel in a long fucking time and there’s no way he would have wanted you to be here waiting for him. Not when he has a woman.”
Kiki shrieks, “What? What woman?” She looks at Laiken and sneers, “Blondie over there can’t handle Hammer. She’s not built for this life.”
Laiken glances up at me and I give her a small nod. She then steps closer to where Cherise still has a hold of Kiki’s hair. The slap that rings out through the room sounds like it stings, but no one flinches. Actually, I don’t need to look to know everyone is grinning from ear to ear.
Laiken stands at her full height, crosses her arms across her chest, and looks down at Kiki.
“I can handle my man just fine, but thanks for your concern. In fact, I handled him twice today and now you’ve put off the third time.
But don’t worry, once we clean out the stench of skank, we’ll be picking up right where we left off. ”
Cherise barks out a laugh before dragging a now cursing and shrieking Kiki out of the room.
Everyone parts for her and then follows to ensure the trash is taken care of properly or maybe for the show.
I know it’ll be done. Kiki will be gone because this crossed so many damn lines it borders on ridiculous.
“Fresh sheets are in the closet,” Cherise calls out over her shoulder.
The moment everyone is clear, I slam the door to my room closed. My hands move quickly to strip my woman from the waist down. Then I haul her up into my arms and press her back against the door.
“We need to change those sheets,” Laiken spits, her words angry and filled with venom.
“We will,” I vow.
I reach between us, undo my jeans, and push them down just enough to free my cock. Then, before she knows what is happening, I’m buried inside of my woman balls deep.
The scream that comes out of her is a mix of pleasure and pain. It’s just what I want Kiki and everyone else to hear as I take my woman. They need to know. She’s mine and I’m not letting her go.
“That’s it, my little Mischief-maker,” I growl as I start to fuck her hard and fast against the door, “let everyone hear who you belong to.”
“Fuck, Tripp,” she shouts out as I grip her hip and angle it just right to ensure the head of my cock drags against her g-spot as I fuck her.
I grunt as I pound into her harder and faster.
She grips the longer hair at the crown of my head and wrenches my head in such a way to ensure our gazes meet. She snarls, “You better not want that fucking skank.”
“Never,” my voice comes out as a gentle coo. “It’s been a long fucking time since I touched anyone, especially an angel. There was no hope of me even thinking about her after I met you. And you know exactly where I’ve been, Laiken,” I remind her.
“Good,” she breathes out.
Her heels dig into my ass like spurs and she releases my hair to bring both of her hands down to my shoulders. She grips my cut hard; her grey eyes locked with mine.
I fuck her harder and faster, needing her to fall apart in my arms, needing to erase the last few minutes.
“Yes,” she moans fucking loudly, “right there.”
My balls draw up and my lower back tingles with the need to let go. There is something magical about my woman’s tight fucking pussy.
“Fucking tight,” I grit out through my teeth. When I fill her again, I rotate my hips against her clit and demand, “Come now.”
The scream that comes out of her as the walls of her pussy squeeze my length and milk the cum right from my balls is loud as fuck and sounds like music to me. It reverberates around us, echoing and building until it breaks, and she slumps in my arms as a panting mess.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groan, the last rope of cum splashing against her walls.
I kiss her hard, wanting her to feel just what she means to me, what she’ll always mean to me. She melts against me, her limbs clinging to me. The kiss is slow and sweet, but the weight of it wraps around us and erases everything but each other.
Just as it should be.
We’ll change the sheets and then I’ll take her again on the bed. Fuck, I’ll take her until neither of us can move anymore.
“By the time I’m done with you tonight,” I murmur against her lips, “my cum will be dripping from you for days and you’ll know you’ve been claimed.”
“I know who I belong to,” she slurs, clearly love drunk, with a little giggle at the end.
“Damn right,” I growl.
She might know but I’m still going to show her.