Page 23 of Liam

I start to walk past him, and he pulls me close and kisses me hard, his hand landing on my ass once again.

I retaliate. I run my hand up his leg and grab his balls. He jumps and pulls away, looking shocked.

I run into the bathroom, laughing my ass off at the sight of his face.

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I laugh at the sight of his face again when I catch another fish. This makes my twentieth fish, and he has gotten three. He is pouting at the front of the boat.

“Aww, Baby, you can have this one,” I tell him.

He glares at me and turns around, giving me his back. That isn’t a bad view, mind you.

The boat is tied up at a dock. “How about I go on down the water’s edge a bit.”

He doesn’t say a word and I laugh again. I grab my fishing pole and step off the boat. I walk down the stream, still in sight of the boat but far enough away that I won’t interfere with Liam.

He nods his approval. The cartel is still a problem, even though they are being quiet lately.

I take out my phone and set my fishing pole down

A little while later, I hear someone walking behind me, and I turn around to see a man carrying the biggest fish. I smile as an idea forms.

“Psst,” I say to the man.

He is an older man, probably sixty or so. “Hello, little lady.”

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

Liam

“Liam!” Paisley yells, and I look down to see her holding a massive fucking fish.

I don’t fucking believe this shit! She’s caught every damn fish in this lake today, and now she caught a fish that is almost as big as she is.

I set my fishing pole down and walk off the boat to help her with the fish. Once I reach her, she is grinning ear-to-ear.

Little shit.

“Look!” she says, excited.

“Happy for you, Baby.” I grunt. Why the fuck is she catching everything? She laughs loudly, and an old man walks over. Laughing, he takes the fish from her.

She fucking played me.

She laughs harder at the sight of my face, and the old man is almost lying on the ground. I bend down and toss her over my shoulder, and she pinches my ass.

I walk over to the edge of the dock. “Liam, you better—”

She doesn’t get to finish what she was trying to say. I toss her into the water, and she pops up, laughing. “I was hot anyway. Thanks, Baby.”

Such a little shit.

Paisley

He bends down and holds out his arms. I slip my hands in his, and he pulls me out of the water. I shiver in the colder air; it’s just in the seventies today, definitely not swimming weather.

“Fuck.” He pulls me hard into his side, walking me toward the boat. He helps me inside and starts pulling clothes and blankets out of the compartments under the seat.

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