Hammer's Pride by E.C. Land (top non fiction books of all time .txt) 📗

This is why I don’t get close to those around me. I learned a long time ago they’ll keep me recluse from everyone else around. I remember one time Andrea punched a girl in the face for trying to give me a birthday present. She’d only been trying to be my friend, and my sister hurt her. She then threatened to beat her down if she tried being friends with me. My siblings made my life a living hell growing up, I have to admit. Even my parents would get in on it, calling me goody-two-shoes and whatnot.

Turning the water on in the shower, I strip out of the t-shirt and panties I’d put on after coming to Hammer’s room. I hate I’ve brought this to their door. But after what Hammer said in my office at the coffee shop and the way he’s been with me, I realize I can’t do any of this without help. His and the club’s.

I’m choosing to trust them; pride be damned.

Stepping into the large shower that you could literally fit four to five people in, depending on the size of those people, I throw my head back and allow the water to rain down on my skin. I grab the loofah and start scrubbing my body with soap. I continue to scrub harder and harder, causing my skin to start turning a bright red.

Tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision as a sob escapes me. How can I be so weak? Why can’t I simply stand up to them all and tell them to leave me alone? It’s all I want from them. They ask so much from me, yet I ask for only peace.

Arms wrap around me, and I’m instantly pulled into Hammer’s body. I don’t even have to focus to know it’s him. I can smell the aftershave he wears. The woodsy leather smell comforts me. Hammer pulls the loofah from my hand without saying a word as he continues to soothe me. As the sobs subside, I lift my head to look at the man holding me.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a hitch in my voice.

“Sunshine, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. What I wanna know is why you’re in here scrubbing your body raw?” Hammer’s voice is so gentle and soothing.I feel I can trust him with anything right now.

“I can’t get clean. I can’t get the filth of them off me. I try, but they keep rubbing it on me. I just want to be clean of it all,” I murmur, lowering my gaze to keep him from seeing all the pain and turmoil inside me. Here I am telling the woman earlier as she yelled, causing a scene within the main room of the clubhouse that she needs to get the help she needs and not be sedated at all times while doing it, and I’m over here pitying myself. They’re so many people out there that can’t do things for themselves because of the abuse of something that hurts them mentally, and I’m not one of them. I should never allow myself to succumb to such a low level and not think of what I can do to help others.

“Avery, baby, you are clean, and I’m gonna show you,” Hammer murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Releasing me, I notice his hand reaching past me, and he pulls it back with a handful of the soap. Instead of having a bar of soap or even the regular bottle that you flip upside down, Hammer uses the pump soap dispenser filled with Irish Spring. My gaze stays locked on his hands as he rubs them together, forming suds with his hands. Tentatively Hammer reaches out and slowly begins to run his hands along my skin. The water running from the showerhead washes the soap away, but Hammer continues to run his hands along my skin. With the soap washed away from my skin, Hammer leans in and steals my breath by pressing kisses to first my neck, moving down to my shoulder. He continues this path down my chest, kissing the tiny freckle that sits directly between my breasts.

Putting his hands to my hips, Hammer maneuvers us until I’m pressed against the shower wall. “You’re clean, Sunshine,” he rasps huskily as he drops down to his knees in front of me.

Hammer kisses the skin right under my belly button as his hands slide down to my thighs, and I squeal in surprise as he lifts me clear off my feet. “Put your legs on my shoulders, Avery,” he commands, nudging his way to where he’s seeking.

The moment his tongue presses against my entrance, my mouth parts on a cry of pleasure. Hammer laps his tongue through my slit and thrusts inside, working his magic.

Holy Mother.

I’ve never felt something so incredible in the sense of this right now. No one has ever done what he’s doing, and oh my, it feels amazing. Within moments I come crying out his name. Hammer slowly pulls my legs from his shoulders as he stands, taking me with him. My legs wrap around his waist, his cock pressing directly at my entrance.

“Gonna say it, one last time, baby, you’re clean. Nothing about whatever your family is up to has anything to do with you,” Hammer murmurs, slowly thrusting his cock inch by inch inside me.

Hammer takes great pleasure in torturing me with slow thrusts filling me to the hilt.

“Hammer,” I pant, calling his name.

“Avery, when I’m inside you, you call me Tyler. I wanna hear my real name on your lips as I fuck you,” he declares through clenched teeth.

“Tyler,” I whisper his name thinking just how much it suits him. Same as Hammer. I love it.

Upon my saying his name Hammer picks up speed, taking me with more powerful strokes that send me over the edge into oblivion. I hadn’t realized just how