Page 156 of Three Pucks and a Baby

With a snicker, I replied, “Don’t tell me you were expecting a yacht?”

He rolled his eyes. “Obviously not. But at the same time, I thought it would be a little bigger.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

After stepping on the boat, Theo popped open the cooler and grabbed a beer. I didn't bother arguing that it was barely noon. Instead, I set down the fishing equipment and went over to crank the boat. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he mused before sitting down on the leather bench seat.

Once the engine hummed on, I shifted the lever before pushing it to the forward gear. There was nothing like the feel of the boat’s engine thrumming to life as you gunned it across the silver water. I think it was my third comfort after the rink and the stage. As we kicked up a spray, I kept an eye out for the best fishing spot. Easing down on the accelerator, I brought us in close to a shady, tree-lined spot.

After popping out of my seat, I grabbed my pole and went to the edge of the boat. Once I’d baited my hook and readied to cast out my line, I realized Theo wasn’t with me. Turning around, I found him, beer in hand while reclining on the leather-padded seat. “Hurry up and get your rod.”

He eased his sunglasses onto his forehead. “I had another rod in mind.”

Choosing to ignore the innuendo, I asked, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“I’m enjoying the view where I am.”

When I threw another glance at him over my shoulder, he wagged his brows at me. “You know how much I appreciate your ass.”

To keep the peace, I turned my attention back to the water. “If you don’t know how to cast off, I can teach you. With a little practice, I know you could do it.”

Suddenly, Theo appeared at my back, pressing himself flush against me.

Before I could tell him to go away, my line jerked. “I got something!”

At that moment, Theo’s hand snaked around my hip to grab my cock. “Me too.”

I tried wriggling away from him. “I’m serious, man. I’ve got at least a ten-pounder.”

As he massaged my cock, Theo’s tongue licked up my neck. “I got ten inches myself.”

Shuddering, I once again tried ignoring him. While my mind was in the fishing game, my cock wasn’t. With a steely focus, I pulled the rod back against my chest, giving some tension in the line.

After making some headway wrangling in my fish, I growled at Theo who was still stroking me. “Would you knock it off?”

Theo squeezed my cock. “He doesn’t want me to.”

“Yeah, unlike you, I don’t let my cock make all my decisions.”

“Come on, Bennie,” Theo grunted, thrusting his erection against my backside.

I shook my head. “I came out here to fish with you.”

“And I’d rather fuck than fish.”

At that moment, the line snapped in two, and I lost my fish. Anger rocked through me. My perfect fishing trip had been ruined by Theo’s libido. Whirling around, I shoved him. Hard. “That’s all you ever want with me is to fuck!”

Theo’s eyes bulged. “What the hell, Bennie?”

“You heard me.”

“Yeah and where the fuck is it coming from?”

I threw up my hands. “Excuse me? I asked you back in the car to stop with the innuendo. I wanted today to be about romance. And what did you do? Completely ignore my feelings by making everything sexual, including the fishing rods.”

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