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The bunk was too short for him, but he didn’t give a damn. He was trying everything he could to get leverage, and it wasn’t working.
“Stand,” he whispered to her. She stood beside the bunk, and he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, slowly lowering her down the length of him.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. He covered her mouth with his own, preventing her from making that sound again. Whispering in her ear, as he thrust upward, her breasts bouncing against his chest.
“As much as I love that moan, we have to be quiet,” he whispered.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m not sorry. This is perfect,” she said as she wiggled her tongue between his lips.
“Fuck, Ambry, I need to cum, baby.”
“I’m there,” she nodded. “I’m there.” Reaching between their bodies, she sped the process up, rubbing her clit as he finished it off for both of them.
Pierre’s legs were shaking as he settled her feet on the floor, holding her steady. He didn’t want to let go. He wanted to lick her body clean and do it all over again, but he knew she’d be tender and sore.
“I should get to my bunk before someone notices I’m missing,” he said, kissing her again. She nodded with a little pout, and he chuckled, tugging on her bottom lip.
“Will I see you in the morning?” she whispered.
“I’ll see you at breakfast. The captain has offered us the ship to stay on. I need to find the man who was with us last night. Henri Dufregne. He wasn’t what we were told. At least not that I saw.”
“I’ve heard that name,” she said. “Some of the children we treated would mention that he gave them sweets or other food items if they were hungry. Some even said he provided shelter for them.”
“That’s not fitting with what we were told. Listen, Ambry, I know I’m not your commanding officer, and I would never dream of commanding you.”
“But…” she smirked.
“If you can avoid leaving the ship, please stay on board. Things are crazy out there.” She hugged him, nodding against his chest.
“Was it hard for you? Being back here, was it hard for you?”
“I don’t remember a lot. I was only six when I met Dad. Frank. I was scared, hungry, inquisitive, but also excited that someone actually wanted me.”
“I want you,” she whispered. “I want you so desperately, Pierre.”
“I’m yours, baby. We’ve both got time to serve, but we know where this is going. I want you as my wife, Ambry. That’s the goal in mind for me.”
“Same,” she smiled. “I want to be your wife.”
He smiled at her, nodding as he neared the door. He opened it a sliver, looking both ways.
“Pierre? I want to be your wife and the mother of your children.” His smile was so wide, so bright, she nearly burst out laughing.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” she nodded. “Watching you carry those people inside, the children, how you behaved with them. It was like a light switch went off inside of me, and all I could picture was a house full of beautiful children hollering at mommy and daddy. At one point, I even grabbed my stomach, as if my ovaries were yelling at me. I don’t know why, but it only made me want to see you with our children.”
“And if it’s triplets?” he smirked. She kissed him one more time, looking down the hallway, and then pushed him out, slowly closing the door.
“You’re going to change a lot of diapers.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“You were gone a long time,” smirked Conn.
“I was talking to Ambry.”
“Is that what they call it now? Talking. Because I smell sex, and I’m fucking jealous,” grinned Winslow. Pierre ignored the man, shaking his head. It was normal for the guys to talk about their ‘conquests,’ but Ambry wasn’t a conquest. She was going to be his wife.
