Cash Remington and the Rum Run (Sexy Dreadfuls Book 2) (5 page)

I add in a snore so she’ll think I’m still out. A secret smile plays across her pink lips, and she reaches farther underneath me.

In one swift movement, I yank her up and toss her onto the bed next to me. She readies to scream, so I slap a hand over her mouth. I climb on top of her nude body and pin her wrists over her head with one hand. I push one knee between hers, though she tries to clamp her legs together. No chance. I’m far too strong to be denied.

I settle between her legs, and I hiss when my cock rests against her hot pussy, only the fabric of my pants separating me from her.

“A thief?” I glare into her light eyes.

She doesn’t flinch.

“Keep it quiet or I’ll smack you.” I peel my hand from her lips and run it down her side. Her skin is like silk, smooth and warm.

“Get off me.” Her eyes narrow.

“No.” I tighten my grip on her wrists and run my hand beneath her, getting a palm-full of her ass.

“All I want is my stone. Then I’ll go, and you’ll never see me again.”

I knead her flesh, my fingers creeping close to her pussy. “It’s
my
stone.”

“You stole it!”

I lean down and graze my lips across hers. “I’m a pirate.”

“It’s mine. I’ll get it one way or another.” She glares up at me in challenge, and now I know I have to fuck her. The spirited ones always get to me.

“It seems we’re in a situation. One where I want something, and you want something.” I smirk at her, and her eyes flicker to my lips.

“What do you want?”

I thrust my hips against her. “As if you need to ask.”

She presses her lips into a thin line and glowers at me. “No.”

“Then I guess I’ll take the gem and go. And then
you’ll
never see
me
again.” I release her hands and lean away from her. My heart pounds, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I’m toying with her. She’s going to take every inch of me before we leave this room.

“Wait.” She places one of her small hands on my thigh. “If I let you have what you want…” She glances away. “Then you’ll give me the stone?”

No
. “Yes.”

“I have your word?” Her eyes sparkle in the noonday sun pouring through the glassless window.

“Of course.”
As if the word of a pirate is worth anything.

She nibbles her lip, and my cock demands I get on with it.

“But I can see you aren’t interested.” I sit back on my knees and cross my arms over my chest.

She takes a deep breath, her chest expanding and her nipples jutting toward me. “I agree to your terms. Just make it quick.”

I grin and reach behind my back to pull my shirt over my head. She gazes down my wide chest to my abs. Then I stand and push my pants to the floor. Her cheeks redden, and she looks out the window as I climb back on top of her.

“Don’t hurt me.” Her voice is small, but it has a breathiness that makes my heart race.

“I’ll do my best.” My cock head lands against her wet pussy, and I groan. “You’re wet.”

“Is that bad?” She catches my gaze again.

“It’s very, very good.” I push against her entrance, my cock harder than it’s ever been.

“Oh.” She licks her lips.

Her fingers go to my chest and trace the ink. “What’s this?”

“Tattoo.” I stifle a groan at her touch.

“Tat—?”

I claim her mouth, and she jumps beneath me. My tongue licks against her lips, but she doesn’t open. She’s still tense, too tense. If I fuck her the way I want to, she’ll be in pain.
Fuck
.

Instead of pushing inside, I run my hand to her pussy and swirl two fingers around her clit. She tenses more and then moans. I slip my tongue into her mouth, and her eyes open before fluttering closed again. I sink my fingers lower and draw up some of her wetness, spreading it over her tight nub and rubbing in time with my tongue.

I come up for air. “Open your eyes.”

She does as she’s told and meets my gaze. “What are you doing to me?”

I smirk and bury my face in her neck, kissing the tender skin over her collar bone.

“Mmm.” Her hands, likely of their own accord, move to my back as I kiss a trail down to her tits. I take one of her nipples in my mouth—her back arches, and her legs fall open wider.

Her pussy grows wetter, and I slide a finger lower, pushing inside her tight cunt. She freezes, but I ease my finger in and out while alternating my attention to each of her tits. I slip another finger inside her, and she digs her small fingernails into my scalp.

I force myself to take my time. I will take her flower, but there’s no need to bruise it too badly—not until she begs. I scoot down the bed and stare at her pretty little pussy. My mouth waters. I bend down and slowly lick her clit with the broad side of my tongue. Her hips jerk as I finally get a taste of her sweetness.

I fasten my lips around her little nub as I work my fingers in and out. She writhes, and I intensify my licking and sucking. When I feel her tensing to climax, I stop and give her a kiss before climbing back to her mouth.

“Not yet.” My voice is harsh, drawn taut with need.

She digs her nails deeper into my flesh and makes a frustrated “mmm” sound.

I ease my fingers out and stroke her clit again. She moans and turns her head to the side, so I fasten my lips to her neck. My hips thrust against the bed as I rub and bite and lick her.

“I feel… I don’t know… I think I—” Her body tenses again.

“Come on my fingers.” I push them deep inside her and use my thumb to continue working her clit.

“Come?” she asks on a pant.

I laugh, low and deep, then bite her neck. She throws her head back, and her entire body shakes beneath me. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I keep fucking the goddamn bed as her pleasure drags her under the waves. Her mouth is open in a silent ‘O’ and her eyes are closed as her pussy grasps me tighter and deeper.

When she relaxes, I kiss her again and move my cock to her entrance. She’s spent beneath me, boneless. I ease inside her tight cunt, and she moans and wraps her arms around my neck. Pushing farther, I wait for her to adjust. She slides her hands down my back to my ass.

“Hurt?” I can’t believe I’m asking.

“No.” She shakes her head and bites her lip.

I can’t wait any longer. I push in all the way and swallow her squeal with a kiss. I fuck her mouth with my tongue, but force myself to be still and let her expand for my cock. Her tightness squeezes me as if trying to get me to spend before I get started. Not a fucking chance.

Pulling out to the tip, I glide back inside her wet heat and begin a slow rhythm. She gasps for air when I finally relinquish her lips. I groan and run an arm beneath her back, forcing her to arch up to me and spread her legs even wider.

Her hair calls to me, and I can’t help but grip it and pull her head to the side. She coos when I bite her neck just hard enough to sting.

My hips speed up, and the bed bangs against the wall with each thrust. She digs her nails into my back as I pump into her, the tightness driving me onward until our skin slaps with each plunge. I push myself up on my hands and watch her tits bounce. She holds my gaze with half-lidded eyes, and her swollen lips are parted as she pants and moans.

My balls pull up against me, ready to empty inside the beauty in my bed. I pound her harder, giving her everything I have. She reaches above her head and braces herself against the headboard. When she pushes herself onto my cock, I growl at the added friction.

Leaning down, I bite the side of her breast, leaving my mark.

“Cash!” she gasps.

I take the nipple between my lips and suck. Once she starts to writhe and tense, I release her tight bud. “I want you to do it again. Come on my cock this time. Can you do that?”

She nods and bites her lip. I lean down and nibble her lip for her. Raising her hips in rhythm with me, she rubs her clit against me with each stroke.

Her pussy grows tighter as I fuck her hard and fast. She finally meets my tongue with her own. She’s given herself to me, and I’m going to coat her pussy with my come.

I pull away and stare down at her. “Come for me. I want to feel it.”

She locks her elbow against the headboard, forcing herself down on me. I grunt with each thrust, and a fine sheen of sweat coats my body.

“Are you close?”

“I-I don’t know.”

I smirk and lick my thumb before stroking her clit. She jolts and arches her back. Her climax hits all at once. Her eyes close and she freezes beneath me as I thrust into her clenching pussy. I keep pounding her, getting every ounce of pleasure out of her that I can. But when she moans my name, my balls can’t take it anymore. I pull out and spurt all over her curls. Some of it lands on her stomach, and a jet hits the bottom of one of her tits as I stroke myself.

I let out one more grunt and sit back, surveying her body. My come looks like melted pearls on her luminous skin. She’s breathing hard and looks down at her stomach. With her index finger, she scoops up a little and puts it to her tongue. My cock tries to kick back to life.

“What is it?” She licks her finger clean.

“You don’t know?”

“No.”

“It’s…don’t worry about it.”

She drops her head back on the pillow and takes a deep breath. “So that was coupling.”

“Yes.” I stand and grab a washcloth. I scrub her down and wipe my cock off before slipping into bed beside her again.

“I think I’m going to be sore.” She rolls toward me.

I put one hand behind my head and wrap my other arm around her shoulders. “Definitely. Did you enjoy it?” I already know the answer. I just want to hear her say it.

“Yes.” She runs her fingers along my stomach.

“Take a nap. You’ll need your energy for when you leave with the stone.”

She yawns. “You’re right. I think I need a little break after all that.”

I pet her hair and feel her eyelashes against my chest as she closes her eyes.

We lie together for almost an hour—until I hear her breathing finally even out. Then I ease her off me and cover her up. Digging under the mattress, I pull out the gem, then grab my clothes and slip out the door. I dress in the hallway. Hannah the Whore is asleep on the floor at the end of the hall, her snore rattling in her throat.

I walk up to her and kick her awake.

“What? Another customer?” She looks up and smiles, showing come, crusty and white, on her mouth and the tops of her tits. “Oh, Cash. I’ll give you a discount.”

“No, thanks.” I dig some coins from my leather bag.

She holds her hand out for them. “You must want the full treatment.”

“No.” I give her the coins. “I want you to keep an eye on the girl in my room. Don’t let anyone bother her. See that she gets out of the inn safely. Then follow her and tell me where she ends up.” I show her another stack of coins. “If you do all this, you’ll get the second half.”

Her eyes light up, and she rubs the back of her hand across her mouth. “I can do that. No problem.”

I stand and tuck the second half back in my pouch. She stares at the coins in her hand—likely more than she makes in a week on her back. I hurry down the stairs.

When I’m on the bottom step, she calls, “But where will I find you to tell you?”

I glance up at her. “I’ll be at Captain Lament’s mansion. Call for me there.”

With that, I’m out the door and walking down the bustling street toward my destiny. I pat the gemstone beneath my shirt. Before the sun sets, I’ll be aboard my ship, the Gloomy Lotus. A twinge of remorse shoots through me for Nere, but it can’t be helped.

I’m a pirate. I take what I want. Her and the gem included.

CHAPTER SEVEN

C
APTAIN
L
AMENT’S MANSION STANDS
atop a bluff overlooking the port, and not coincidentally, the Gloomy Lotus. I walk the gravel path lined by palm trees and native flowers as the hot sun beats down on my shoulders.

The house is an overdone Tudor with white walls and brown wood crisscrossing the exterior. Captain Lament spared no expense when creating this ostentatious home—totally incongruous with the simple shacks scattered throughout the rest of the port city.

The gem hangs heavy around my neck, but I’m soon to part with it and gain my destiny.

I glimpse the Gloomy Lotus, its masts and black sails rising in the distance, as I knock on the Captain’s wide front door. After the first few knocks, a butler opens the door and welcomes me inside.

“The Captain will see you in his study.” He smiles and bows. “He’s been expecting you.”

“Expecting me?” I pinch my eyebrows together. I don’t like this. Why would Captain Lament be expecting me?

“Please, this way.” He waves a dark hand toward a room on the right, then turns and walks in the same direction.

I follow and enter a room lined with books, nautical instruments, and Captain Lament sitting at his driftwood desk.

“Cash.” He stands and offers his hand. His dreadlocks dangle to his waist, and his skin is far more wrinkled than it was the last time we met.

“Captain.” We shake, and I take a proffered chair across from him.

“How’s my old boatswain faring?” He sinks into his leather chair and props his wooden leg on a small stool next to him.

“Doing well, Sir. Very well.”

He scratches his chin. “That’s not what I heard. I heard you barely made it to port and that your ship is at the bottom of the blue.” His thick Island accent is laced with amusement.

“All true.” I lean back and let out a breath.

“You want to talk about it?” He smiles, the same friendly grin that greeted me the first day I went to work on his ship.

“Not really.” I gaze around at the room full of seafaring artifacts with more rare finds than a museum. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”

“Thank you. I’m proud of it.”

“Do you miss it?” I meet his watery brown eyes. I don’t have to explain ‘it’. He knows what I’m asking.