Page 10 of Cocked Hammer

The boat bobbed a tad in the water as she carefully climbed over the side of my Deep V boat, and my eyes were glued to her phenomenal ass. “You’ve seriously never caught a fish?”

“No,” Lina repeated as she had our entire trip to Lake Erie. “Well, that’s not true.”

“I knew it!” I hollered, unable to hide the excitement in my voice. “Everyone has caught a fish at least once in their lives.” My eyes narrowed in her direction as I started the engine and steered us away from the shore.

“I have,” she giggled, “but not like most people have. It was when I was a little girl. My parents bought me ice cream, and it came in one of those little plastic hats.” She shook her head and mindlessly drew imaginary circles on the inside of the boat with her finger and continued, “We were at the park and decided to eat our ice cream by the river.”

“You baited a fish with ice cream?” My eyebrows knitted high on my forehead, and I almost wanted to call bullshit on her story, but I was too invested. I had to know what ending she was going to add.

“Almost!” she said in a hurry, her spine straightened, and her face lit up with happiness. “Anyway, after we ate all of the ice cream, I was scooping water out and pouring it back. I was more than ready to leave, but my parents weren’t. So naturally, I had to do something to pass the time.”

“Naturally,” I repeated just to add something to the conversation.

“I scooped a fish right into the tiny cap.” Her hand smacked her knee, and my muscles jumped.

“Bullshit!” I finally spat out, not believing a damn word she’d just told me.

“It’s true, Sledgehammer! I swear!” She glared at me with a huff.

“Prove it!”

“How?”

I deliberated for a moment, trying to come up with something so ostentatious, she would have to admit to lying. My free hand ran over my dark facial hair to buy me some time, but my mind drew a blank. An absolute fucking blank.

“I swear on…” her eyes scanned the boat for something to grab, and a devilish smirk played on my lips.

“Swear on my cock.” I was pushing my limits, and I was more than aware of it, but surely she wouldn’t do it.

“Fine.” She got on her knees and placed her left hand on my shaft. “I solemnly swear on this man’s cock,” her right cupped my balls a little rougher than I expected, and I grunted, “and his balls that I caught a fish in a plastic hat.” A wide smile spread across her gorgeous mouth, and she licked her lips. “And it’s the damn truth.” She nodded, climbing up from the boat and sitting down on her seat. At this point, I didn’t care if she was lying or not; what she just did was fucking hot.

“Believe me now?”

“I guess.” I pushed her a little more to see what would happen.

“You guess?” She whipped around in her seat and stared at me.

“Yes, I do, and I will recite how many ways I believe you right into that sweet pussy of yours as soon as we are back to on land.” The apples of her cheeks reddened, and my dick stood at attention at the mere sight. I considered killing the engine in the middle of the lake and proving my point right here, but I was under no delusion that either of us would stop at me eating her out. When we fucked, something inside me awoke, and I hoped that part never died.

8

Lina

“We’re closing early today,” I informed Alek when he eyed me suspiciously as I flipped the sign from open to closed.

“Does Viktor know that?”

“Why would it matter to him?” I asked, not sure why he inquired about our uncle in the first place. “This is my pet shop.”

“Maybe so, but he still owns the building and everything inside it.”

Perhaps he did care, but I refused to cancel my plans with Sledgehammer again. Besides, he would be here any minute.

“You ready?” Sledgehammer yelled through the glass as if beckoned as he knocked against the window with one of his rings.

“Give me a minute.” I motioned toward the back of the room with my hands, telling him to pull around the building to pick me up. This was the first time I was going to meet another one of his brothers, and to say I was nervous was an understatement. There was no reason for me to be anxious about meeting them, other than the fact the last time I was anywhere near one of them, it was with a brigade of ass. Telling myself I didn’t have to impress them hadn’t worked because I felt like I did. In fact, it made me that much more panic-stricken. I couldn’t figure out why it mattered to me what they thought, but it did.

My chest rose and fell with almost insufferable anticipation as I stepped through the shop and into the back that led to the loading dock. I wrung my hands together and then shook them in an attempt to find the mindset I needed to climb out of this funky mood I was in.

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