Free Lock by Kate Hill Page B

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    “Why are men so loud?” The seamstress winced. “My sixth husband was loud up until the day he died.”
    “Six husbands?” Lock curled his lip. “What were you, poisoning them until you found one you liked?”
    “I sort of like his voice.” The blacksmith’s eyes raked Lock from head to foot. “Deep and powerful. And he has a fine body—save his back, of course. I’d bed him down so long as he kept a shirt on.”
    “I wonder if other parts of him are as big as the rest?” The fisherwoman blushed again. “He looks like he’s toting a log beneath that loincloth.”
    Lock smiled humorlessly and said, “Why don’t we find out?” He jerked off his loincloth and flung it aside. In spite of the scars marking his flesh, the women stared at his body like cats ogling a bowl of cream. From his broad, sculpted shoulders to his long, muscular legs, he was pure, raw male, and his long, thick, semi-erect cock and huge balls dangling beneath paid tribute to that fact.
    “Merciful goddess,” the fisherwoman murmured, touching a hand to her breast.
    “If he wasn’t such a killer, he’d have been worth the price you paid for him,” the seamstress breathed.
    The blacksmith stared at his cock and said, “More.”
    Sparrow knew her face was bright red as she turned toward the door and held it open for her guests. “I think that’s quite enough. You asked to see him, so now you’ve seen.”
    “You know, Sparrow, I don’t think we’ll be able to keep the other women away,” the blacksmith said. “Not after the description I plan on giving them.”
    “You should charge a fee to look at him,” the seamstress suggested. “The novelty will wear off eventually, but until then, you could make a little profit.”
    “I will not charge women to look at him! Do I look like a flesh peddler? Now I’ll ask you all to leave and tell everyone else not to bother coming.”
    “Tell the others if they want a look at me, Sparrow usually gets home around dusk!” Lock called to the retreating women. “But I don’t want to miss supper, so be waiting when she gets here. Ten at a time in the house. The others form a line outside. One…no two silver pieces a head. That sounds fair, doesn’t it, girl?” He wiggled his eyebrows in Sparrow’s direction. “I’m worth a good two hundred a look, but I don’t think this pathetic village has that kind of wealth lying around.”
    The women, still chatting among themselves, left the house. Sparrow slammed the door behind them and glared at Lock. “Do you have even a shred of self-respect? And put that loincloth back on! Preferably your tunic, too!”
    He laughed. “What’s the harm in looking? You thought bringing them here to gawk at me would annoy me? I’ve had worse than that in my day. Bring them in. Make yourself some money. Nice to know women are willing to pay just to have a look. Not that I blame them.”
    He didn’t touch the loincloth, but sat on the floor, his back braced against the wall and his arms folded behind his head, making his large biceps bulge. His cock appeared even bigger than before as it stood up in a kinky bush of brown and white pubic hair. That, along with his broad, hairy chest and his taut abdomen made Sparrow’s mouth dry.
    “What about you?” he asked in a husky voice, his eyes sweeping her from head to toe. “You already paid top dollar for me. Want to try your goods?”
    Sparrow licked her dry lips. That suggestion was almost too tempting, but if he didn’t have any pride, at least she did.
    “I have to get back to work,” she muttered.
    “There’s always tonight!” he called as she closed the door behind her.

Chapter Seven
    Lock stared at the door and cursed. Who did the little bitch think she was? Dragging women and children in and out of the house all day to gawk at him!
    He’d known by the smug look on her pretty face that she’d brought the women just to annoy him. Little did she know he’d endured far worse in his