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Hammer: A Dark Romance by Loki Renard – Extended Preview

Once the plan is made, it is more or less immediately forgotten. Mostly because of the time of year. Winter is closing in and before it does, the guys decided to break camp at the cabin and tramp up to a site that is at a higher point.

“Won’t it be worse up there?” I ask Jake. I still don’t have the nerve to talk to the others before they speak to me, which they tend not to. I stay quiet and I listen, skills I picked up tending bar.

“Yeah and no,” Jake says. “But their main camp is bigger and has more supplies. It’s much more comfortable, in a valley that traps the heat. We can train up there.”

“Train?” I’m about to ask for what, but then I remember I know for what. These guys are taking this seriously. They’re not just going to go down to the city and start killing. It’s going to be a tactical operation. One they’re going to brush their skills up for. Personally, I think they just like playing war, but I’m not stupid enough to share that thought out loud.

“It’s a three-day walk,” Jake tells me as we set out. “And we’re all going to have to carry weight. Let me know if it’s too much and I’ll slow down for you.”

I want to keep up with them, but I know I can’t. I’m not conditioned like they are. I’m not strong or fit. The pack I have on my back isn’t that heavy, but it makes a difference, weighing down my steps from the beginning. Being short doesn’t help either. I have to take an extra step for every two they take just to keep up with them. They are conditioned woodsmen. Jake is an MMA fighter. I’m a girl who is used to standing behind a bar and sucking in secondhand smoke.

Within the first half hour, I’m out of breath and struggling to keep up. Tristan and Rock slow down for Jake, who has slowed down for me. It takes a little longer for Remington to notice that the guys aren’t with him.

“We’re all going to freeze to death if we don’t make the first campsite,” he complains gruffly. “Snow’s going to come down, catch us out, kill us all.”

I really don’t like Remington right now. He’s mean, old, and he basically openly calls me a nuisance.

“You can’t be very good at survival if one night in the snow kills you,” I snap.

My snarky comment is all the more notable for it being one of the only things I’ve said to him in days. I’ve tried to be good. I don’t really need Jake beating my ass again. For me, being good means being quiet.

“She’s not wrong,” Rock laughs with a wink at me. I smile at my unexpected ally, and then look at Jake to see if he’s mad. He isn’t. He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes.

“We’re going to have to take it a bit slower,” he says.

Remington growls and says something under his breath before gesturing to Tristan. “Come on, boy. We’ll go on ahead. These slackers can go at their own pace.”

Tristan gives a wan smile and a hapless shrug to Jake and Rock before heading off after Remington, who is already gone up the trail.

“He really hates me.”

“Nope. Just impatient,” Rock says. “We caught him up in an enemy stronghold five minutes too late one time, wasn’t a kill left for us.”

“Wow. So he’s kind of a…” I hesitate before I say psycho. I don’t want to sound disrespectful, even if Remington is to me.

“He’s got a lot to prove, put it that way,” Rock says.


Jake and Rock exchange looks, and Jake shakes his head.

“Let’s get going,” he says. “I’m going to take your pack too, Jazz. Just try your best to keep up, okay?”

“Thanks,” I say, feeling guilty that I can’t pull my weight. This whole experience has been hugely humbling. I had aspired to being an independent woman, but everything that’s happened since Rodney has made me entirely dependent on Jake. I’m starting to feel, well, more than a little useless.

Jake and Rock soon start talking about their old military days. Seems like there were a lot of them, and they were usually going badly, a bit like current non-military days.

Getting to the next camp takes three days. I’m not really aware of anything besides the cold and the tiredness, and the way I am constantly struggling to keep up and to not be a burden to them. Most of the guys manage to make me feel like I’m doing okay, except for Remington, who doesn’t mince words about timing and weather, and all the rest of it.

I am immensely relieved when we finally arrive, and I discover that their other camp is much bigger and more developed than the outpost Jake and I first got to. This one has several bedrooms and a much larger living area. There’s a garden, and an outdoor fire pit and dining area.

That night, Jake and I sleep together in a bed for two, the first time since we’ve gone on the run. We’re too tired to do anything sexual, but being snuggled in his arms is all I need.

The following morning the men go out and do manly things. I go for a little walk around the camp to familiarize myself with it. It’s incredibly beautiful here. I love how clear the air is, and how the view stretches out into forever without any sign of humanity. We’re so remote here, it’s like we are the only people in the world.

I’m sitting on a little bench perched at a good angle for looking at the view when someone sits down beside me. I expect it to be Jake, but it turns out to be Tristan, and he has a cigarette in his hand.

“Hey,” he says, sidling up to me. “You want a smoke?”

I sniff the air, trying to work out what he’s offering me.

“Cigarette, or…”

“Or,” he winks by way of answer.

“Then yes,” I say.

He hands me a joint and I take a toke. A long, deep toke, one long enough to make my vision go fuzzy at the edges.

“Wow,” he says. “That was like a quarter of the joint. Go easy.”

I sit back and let the world rush in. “I haven’t done this in so long,” I sigh, leaning back, leaning back, leaning…

“Ooof!” I grunt as I tumble back onto the ground behind me.

Tristan lets out a laugh, and does nothing to help me up. That’s not any concern to me. I find the ground quite comfortable for the moment. I can see the sky from here, and the sky is very pretty too.

“You’re a clown,” Tristan teases me.

“No, you’re a clown,” I tease right back.

“You’re both clowns,” Jake drawls. I have no idea where he is until his face appears above me. It’s upside down, but that’s because he’s above me, looking down. As usual.

“And what are you doing?”

“Smokin’ weed,” I say honestly.

“Ah. You’ve been back in your stash again, Triss?”

“Sure thing, Hammy,” he smirks. “I think she likes it.”

“I like it. I do,” I smile. “I really like it.”

“Uh huh.” Jake reaches down and pulls me up from the ground, making the world spin as he yanks me up against his hard body. “I don’t recall telling you that you can get high.”

“I don’t recall you telling me that I can’t.”

“True,” he says. “I’m stealing you away now.”


There’s no but tolerated. He pulls me up over his shoulder and tramps away with me, carrying me to another remote little nook near the big cabin. I think it is a little hut for fishing, perhaps, I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s a sheltered spot near sparkling cold water, and it is beautiful on this clear winter day.

“I wish we could just stay here,” I say, staring out over the vast wilderness all covered in snow, which makes the whole world white.

“We can stay here,” he says, putting me down and kissing me. We have been waiting for this moment of passion for too long. I yearned for him with every step we took up the mountain, but we couldn’t exactly stop and fuck with Rock and Remington and Tristan there, and we haven’t been able to have much sex in the other cabin. It was too small. This place is different. There is a room for us here, somewhere we can be private together.

It’s cold, but he doesn’t care, and neither do I. His hands roam my body. He can’t strip me, but his big hands can snake up under my clothes and down my pants. I stay hidden from his eyes, but not from his touch.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls, his fingers running over my body, pinching my nipples, making me yelp. “I need to have you.”

My desire is just as powerful as his, maybe more. It’s more about sex when Jake and I are together. I need him to feel like myself. All he has to do is run his fingers through my hair and I am transformed.

He pushes my leggings down below my ass, but before I can get cold he covers my ass with his hands and looses his cock to glide against my pussy, back and forth, long strokes that tease my core. Then he pushes inside me. I feel myself open for him, my inner walls spread with his powerful thrusts, his big hands on my ass, pulling me in as he claims me with those hungry strokes that make me spread so impossibly fucking wide for him.

Jake doesn’t just fuck me. He hammers me. He pins me down on the ground and he jackhammers his hips against me, my cries filling the air wantonly. I’m sure all the others can hear us, but he doesn’t care, and so neither do I. I can’t think of anyone really, not now. With his mouth on mine, his hot flesh burning inside me, this is all that matters.

“I want your ass,” he rumbles.


His cock slides into my pussy slowly, passionately. He is making love to me. He is taking control of me, and I am surrendering. The weed helps to relax every part of me, including the tight little hole he says he wants to claim.

“You gonna nail me, Hammer?”

He lets out a laugh, a rich, dark sound and pulls his cock from my pussy.

“Hell, yes, I’m going to nail you, Jazz. You’re fucking mine.”

I expect him to push back inside me, stretch me all over again, but he does not return to my sex. He wants something more from me. Something that I’d never have given him before now. I feel his hand slide over my ass, caressing me even as it makes for the sensitive crevice and the tight little dark spot where no man has ever been allowed.

I let out a whimper, but he caresses it into a moan, working his fingers back and forth along the tight, dark part of me. I know what he’s going to do. I know he’s wanted this part of me since we met. It is a twisted desire he has, something a little dark and definitely perverse.

“It’s tight,” he grunts, working his finger into my bottom using the juices from my pussy, the sex foam he fucked me into.

“Of course it’s tight,” I whimper. “I’ve never done this before. And that’s the wrong hole.”

“It doesn’t feel wrong to me. It feels fucking perfect,” he says, twirling that finger slowly.

“You’re a dirty man,” I gasp. “You’re a very bad, very dirty man.”

His finger dips deeper and then pulls free. He puts his cock to the same hole and starts pushing in. I am relaxed thanks to Tristan’s bud, and Jake’s pounding has had a similar effect. My body doesn’t feel like a physical thing anymore. It feels like a collection of feelings and sensations. I am tight and he is hard and he pushes in, stretching my ass as well as my mind.

I have never felt so very much his. I feared for a time that he would get sick or bored of me, that I would become nothing more than a charity case for him. But his desire for me is endless. He wants every part of me. My pussy is weeping with the juices he stirred there when he rampaged inside me.

“Shhh,” he murmurs as I let out a little cry. It’s not easy to take his dick in my bottom. The more he pushes, the tighter I feel and the more I wonder if I have done something wrong.

“Are you angry at me? Is this punishment?”

“God, no, it’s not,” he rumbles, his mouth on my ear, his hips jolting forward to push an inch inside me. “It’s because I fucking have to have you.”

And he does. He takes my ass with an incessant, dominant, utterly loving insistence, his hot cock sliding inside me easier and easier with every stroke.

I wail and wriggle. I squirm and I whimper, but he keeps going and his fingers find my pussy and strum there, making another one of those naughty orgasms rise.

He’s going to come inside me. He’s going to make me come with him. There’s no choice, no option, no natural outcome other than this writhing, screaming climax that comes as he jams himself deep inside and spends himself, pinching my clit and making me tumble into orgasmic bliss.

“So this is my life now. Getting fucked in the ass on a mountain,” I say, curling up into his body in the aftermath of our filthy interlude.

“Could be worse,” Jake says, kissing the back of my neck.

“Yeah. I could be getting murdered by a crooked cop.”

“Don’t worry about that. That’s not going to happen. Not ever. We’re going to make real fucking sure of that,” he says. “When the spring thaw comes, that fucker is dead.”

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