Page 34 of Trusting the Team

Asher came out of the bedroom first, hours after Hammer was up and ready for the day. “Hi,” Hammer started. Asher backed up; his eyes huge. Hammer was not his dad; he was a lot bigger and looked a lot different. “It’s okay,” Hammer tried to console him. “Are you hungry?” Asher nodded. “I might have something in here you’ll eat,” Hammer moved to the kitchen, Asher following behind him. “Do you eat oatmeal?” Hammer looked down at the small boy, who gave no indication of even understanding the word. “Eggs?” The boy pointed at the container in the fridge. “Ok, eggs it is,” Hammer grabbed the eggs out and moved to the stove.

Fifteen minutes later, Brooke stepped out of the bedroom in sweatpants and a T-shirt from Hammer’s closet. Hammer was watching Asher eat the scrambled eggs he had made; he turned his head and froze.

“I’m sorry,” Brooke started. “I don’t have many shirts that fit right now.”

“It’s fine,” he dismissed her apology. “Do you need some breakfast?”

“I can?—"

He moved out of his seat and motioned for her to take it, going back to the stove to make more eggs and some bacon. “I’ll have to go shopping today, if you tell me what you need, I can pick it up,” Hammer set the breakfast down in front of her with orange juice.

“Thank you,” Brooke started. “You didn’t have to do any of this,” she felt herself tearing up.

“I don’t think we’re talking about breakfast,” Hammer answered. Brooke shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she drank the orange juice. In a split second, her demeanor changed, and she made a dash for the bathroom. He followed her, trying to hold her bob length curls out of the way of her morning sickness and off the toilet. He helped her to her feet when she was done, guiding her to the sink to wash her mouth and face.

“I’m sor?—"

“I’m getting really tired of hearing that,” Hammer cut her off.

She turned in his arms when she was finished, looking up at him. “You’re being too good to me, to us. None of this makes sense.”

Hammer gently pulled on a curl, feeling the texture before letting it go. Looking into her eyes he answered, “I will be whatever you need from me, but I have to protect you. You’re mine.”

She reached her hand up, caressing the side of his face, “You’re not safe with me.” “You’re not safe without me,” he answered back.

She dropped her hand and stiffened, “I don’t suppose I deserve to be. My decisions put me in this situation.” He could not explain the emptiness he did not feel before that he felt now, without her touch.

“No one deserves the situation.” Asher came into the bathroom, interrupting their moment, looking for his mom.

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HAMMER

“She’s a decent bit younger than you, man,” Chaos started at PT the next morning.

“It doesn’t seem to matter,” Hammer stated. “I already feel a little like a creep about it.” “Well, she’s of age, it’s not like that,” Trey added.

“Trey’s right. How often can we say that?” Ferret questioned.

“Wha-” Trey started in his defense.

Cut off by Cowboy, “You can’t help it, she’s not illegal. Clearly, she’s a grown woman. You’re taking on a lot, there’s about to be two kids and a pissed boyfriend.” Hammer grit his teeth.

“Obviously, we’re all on your side,” Duke said. “We’ll help you with whatever you need.”

“I know,” Hammer felt a little more balanced. His thoughts weighed heavily on the points the guys made. What bothered him the least was the boyfriend; the most was their ten-year age difference.

That night on the couch,Hammer was dreaming about being with Brooke. Her hair on his skin as she kissed him. Shestarted at the crook of his neck, moved down his chest, her tongue running down his abs to the base of his cock. His hips instinctively lifted when he realized her hands were really on him.

“Brooke,” Hammer tried to pull himself out of his dream.

“Shhh,” she responded, pulling the waistband of his shorts down off his hips. She licked his already hardening cock and slid her mouth down his shaft. She grabbed his hips as he bucked. He reached down, taking her curls into his hands. She deep throated, sucking his cock until he came, swallowing his cum and licking him clean. He pulled her up his body, taking his shirt off her, his mouth taking hers forcefully. He pulled the sweats down, hooked her leg with his heel and spun her underneath him. His hands roamed her body. He flipped on the side table lamp, one hand returning to her cheekies and the other her swollen breast. His right hand traced the line of her underwear and then his fingers dipped into her wet core. She bucked, a moan escaping her mouth. She clamped a hand over her mouth, shocked she made any noise.

Hammer moved her hand, his lips touching hers, “You can always make noise with me. Let’s me know I’m doing it right.” He clamped down on her mouth, his fingers moving in and out of her, her moaning into him.

He dropped his head, pulling an engorged breast into his mouth, his tongue pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth, “Ahhh!” Brooke arched her body into him. He felt her milk in his mouth, swallowing, his cock swelling again. He pulled away from her, one knee on the couch, his left foot on the floor.

“I want to tit fuck you,” he said. She was heady already, she nodded, her hands pressing her breasts together. She took his cock into her mouth to lubricate it and then watched him as he pushed through her pregnant tits. Her milk on his cock, running down her chest, pushed him over the edge quickly andhe came again, his cum mixing with her milk, running down her breasts. He slid down her body pushing her underwear aside and pushing himself into her soaked cunt. Her hips bucked hard as he buried himself. She was not accustomed to his size, he stretched her, filling her. Her heartrate jack hammered as he started moving. They both let out a strangled cry when they came. Careful not to lay down on her, Hammer slid to the inside of the couch, Brooke draped over him, their cum leaking onto her underwear, her milk and his cum drying on their bodies.

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