“No,” Julianne licked her lips. “I didn’t.”
She slipped to her knees and reached for Wade’s ass, grabbing it and pulling him into her mouth at once. She took as much of his length as she could without gagging, then slipped him in and out of her lips. His cock was hard and throbbing as she sucked him. His hands rested in her hair, squeezing gently. He exerted control while still giving her the freedom to explore him as she liked.
Julianne stopped blowing him hard and began to lick him slowly. She started at his head, carefully swirling her tongue around him. Then she licked up and down his length. She ravished him slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, eliciting a quiet moan from Wade.
Yes, thought Julianne, he was quite happy to see her indeed.
**
When he was close, when he couldn’t take it anymore, Wade reached down and pulled her up, pressing his mouth to hers. He kissed her hard and fast and passionately. He kissed her with the fervor of a man who had just been to war because he had. He had killed a man and seen one killed. He had beaten others and stolen from them. He was not a good man or a kind man, but he felt, when he was in Julianne’s arms, that none of that really mattered.
He felt, when he was in her arms, that she saw him for something deeper than his job description.
She saw him for who he was.
She saw him as the little boy who had once brought his mother flowers.
She saw him as the young man who had showed off to girls at school.
She saw him as the husband whose wife had died.
She saw him as the father who had lost his only children.
She him as the man who was kind to dogs.
Most of all, perhaps best of all, she saw him as the man she wanted. She saw him as something great. She saw him as something wonderful.
When she wrapped her arms around him, Wade felt powerful and adored.
He felt worshipped.
He lifted her up and carried her over to his bed. He laid her down and smiled when she let out a small squeak. Her ass still stung as she lay on her back, waiting to see what he would do next.
“I’ve had a long day, woman,” he said as he pushed her legs apart. “But I’m sure as hell glad to be here with you.”
He plunged into her, glad that she was already wet for him, glad that she obviously wanted him even after he had spanked her. He fucked her hard and long and with endless passion. Then Julianne began to quiver, clenching him tightly as she came.
“Holy dragons, woman,” he moaned as he, too, came inside of her.
He collapsed next to her, draping a heavy arm over her stomach, and smiled.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said.
And he meant it.
16
Julianne had been on the ship for awhile, but she hadn’t experienced a storm quite like the one that came two days after the raid. She hid away in the cabin, throwing up in a bucket with each sway and jerk of the ship. Wade and Nelson were busy on the deck, trying to make sure the ship stayed upright.
They were running around, trying to keep everything in check. The only thing she was doing was regretting her decision to jump into pirate life. This wasn’t really what she had signed up for.
Then again, nothing had really been what she signed up for. When she fled Gunthry, the only thing pushing her was the need to run. The only thing motivating her was the need to get away, to escape from the life being thrust upon her.
And now?
Now she was floating on a giant boat in the middle of a giant ocean during a giant storm.
She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. Wade was still set on tracking down this lost treasure, but she wasn’t so sure he was going to find it. Julianne didn’t want to admit that she doubted anyone, especially not her captain, but she was tired of stale food and bad storms, and most of all, Julianne was tired of being stuck in the cabin when she wanted to be exploring the world.