Pursuing her Pirate by Jaye Peaches

Author:Jaye Peaches [Peaches, Jaye]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2020-08-11T16:00:00+00:00

A thunderous wave burst out of her, then as she cried out, the glorious crest cascaded into smaller waves before finally diminishing into ripples that reached her toes and fingertips. She’d had gentler experiences, but nothing as tumultuous or long-lasting as this stupendous one. She flopped forward and into his waiting arms. He stroked her back and kissed her cheek.

“My pretty petal,” he murmured. He glanced over her shoulder to the window and frowned.

Flynn extracted himself, pulled on his breeches, and unlocked the door. Esme burrowed under a quilt and poked her nose out.

“Darius,” Flynn yelled.

“Sir?” Darius appeared by the ajar door.

“Are we still ahead?”

“The boy in the nest has seen no sign of the frigate.”

“Send up another pair of eyes. The more the better. A fog descends.” Flynn turned to face her. “Are you hungry, wench?”

“No, sir.” Not for food, she wanted to say.

Darius closed the door, and Flynn locked it.

“You should have asked for another shirt,” she said.

“Why?”

“I can’t repair the other. Where are the buttons? They’ve scattered everywhere.” She wrapped the quilt around her and stuck her feet over the side of the cot. “And a clean pair of breeches would be nice.”

“Would it now?” He leaned one shoulder against the door in a display of sublime relaxation. “I’ve decided you’ll stay in my cabin, and to ensure you’ll not think of wandering again, you’ll wear nothing but your skin.”

She laughed. “Oh, Captain Flynn, you make a fine joke of my situation. I can make do with another man’s breeches.”

He wasn’t smiling.

“You’re serious.” She swallowed hard. “No, you can’t.”

He strolled towards her, stopping by his sea chest. “I can. And I shall. No clothes for you, my pretty. Not until you’ve learnt to behave.”

“What if one of those blaggards out there comes in and finds me?” The ship was cramped enough already, and Flynn wouldn’t be with her all the time.

“Aye, they might risk it. But I’ve told them they’ll be flogged if they do. Trust me, they won’t dare.”

“I… I’ll be cold.” She hugged the quilt to her bosom.

“In this heat? The natives of these islands need little to keep warm. And at night, my petal, you’ll have me for warmth.”

She blushed. “Every night?”

He nodded. “You’ll find out what a pirate’s wickedness truly means.”

“Shiver me timbers!” She giggled. But still no smile in reply.

“As for your bare flesh, I find it most pleasing, except it lacks completeness.”

She tensed. “Oh?”

He opened the chest and removed a pair of clippers. He placed them on the table next to the candles. “A small act of faith on your part will go some way to reducing your sentence.”

She stuttered, unsure if he meant to cut her hair or… “What…what are those for?”

“Lie upon the table, and I’ll demonstrate. Naturally, you’ll need to be very still.” Now there was a crooked smile on his face. He picked up a candle, wedged it into a holder, and lit the wick with a flint.

The flame mesmerised her; she was drawn to it and him, like the moth does to fire.

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