Page 9 of Her Perfect Pirate
“Do you only like to play with men?”
“That’s not it either.”Bad memories flashed behind his eyes as pressure mounted in his chest at trying to find adequate words for something he didn’t want to explain.
He didn’t owe her an explanation.
“Then what kind of man are you, Sharkhead Chow?”
It was what he had been called for nearly a decade now, and he didn’t have any complaint with it.Yet he heard himself replying—in a voice as rough as any villain’s—“My name is Martin.”
Rebecca blinked, clearing for a moment the game that was playing out on her face.“Martin Chow, then.What are you going to do now that you have cheated your way into claiming me as your wife?”
The younger boys on the crew were getting even louder now, pounding on the wall, and Chow didn’t know what to do.
“I’m sorry.I didn’t intend for this to happen.”
Surprisingly, she smiled, a great rainbow of teeth that beamed across her whole face.“I know you didn’t.You entered this game without knowing the rules.”
“Are there rules?”He couldn’t imagine she had ever been in this situation before, yet he realized that she wasn’t the least bit anxious.Not even as a dozen men on the other side of the door called for him to throw her on the ground and take her like a beast.
“There’s one.You have to fuck me now.”Her hands slid backward again, her fingers caressing the fine grain of the captain’s desk.“Luckily, you’ve been wanting to do that since the moment you met me.”
Chow couldn’t have argued with that even if he wanted to.Her breasts were practically in his face—and she smelled so wonderfully appealing, like a magic bottle of orange blossom in this stinking desert of sweaty men.
“Do you think you can take me right here?”she murmured.
“Yes.”He wiped his palms on his trousers.
Rebecca caught his gaze in hers and smiled.“Prove it.”
It still felt wrong.But when he gripped her hips like a brute, she exhaled a little squeal right into his ear.When he levered her hips onto the edge of the desk, she wrapped her legs around to clench his arse and her arms to hold his neck close.And when he pushed back her skirts, she reached down to stroke her own cunny and show him the glistening treasure of black curls and soft skin.
He unbuttoned his trousers faster than ever before.His cock ached to be inside of her.He stroked his thumb across her little hill once, then twice, then three times, watching her back arch in delight.Her ankles tightened around him.Then, when she looked ready to burst, he thrust inside of her.
Rebecca cried out in pleasure so robustly that the men on the other side of the door cheered.
Chow wanted to protect her from them, but he couldn’t, so he kept on fucking her.The inkwell on the desk rattled.The papers beneath her bum crumpled.As she arched backward another time, the ledger slid off to the floor behind.
And Chow evaporated into someone who wasn’t Sharkhead or Martin or man.He was his body only, and all that existed was Rebecca’s, and he was feeling her hot, wet channel; he was seeing her tight little breasts; he was tasting the salt of her skin; he was listening to her huffs of excitement; and he was smelling the sea air of her quim and the orange blossom of her desire and the coconut oil of her hair; and then he came in an explosion of delight.
He had forgotten how deeply pleasure could spiral when he finished inside a woman instead of in his hand.
Captain Boukman swung the door open.Chow slid out of Rebecca in a hurry, pulling her skirts down for modesty, and kept his back to the door as he rebuttoned his trousers.
For her part, Rebecca almost looked woozy, with a great big smile on her face.“My thanks for the wedding gift, Captain Boukman,” she said.“My husband had been too shy of the men in your absence to show me his full prowess.”
Chow turned to face the captain.He didn’t know what Boukman had expected, but he knew this had been a gambit, not a gift.The only question was: had fucking Rebecca under supervision of the men been enough to make up to the captain for bringing a wife on board?
Or were there further consequences awaiting him?
For the moment, Captain Boukman grinned and slapped him on the back once more.“I didn’t know you had it in you, Chow.”
There was nothing to say but “Yes, sir.”
“Now, enough carrying on.Ready the ship to make sail.We’re going to find those slavers.”
“Yes, sir.”This time, Chow said it more heartily.The captain, it seemed, was willing to treat him as normal.
And, as Chow turned to deliver orders to the crew, the whole day almost felt normal again.Except Rebecca slid her fingers into his as they exited the cabin, and Chow kept them there as long as he could, before finally they both had to go ready the ropes.
