The Pirate's Booty

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he murmurs, starting at my body. “This is a dream and you aren’t real. Or I’ve died and you are my reward.”

“You are wide awake and you are not dead,” I whisper, putting my lips on his collarbone and sucking on it. His hand fists around my panties and pulls the fabric tight between my pussy lips, giving my clit some much needed friction.

“Oh, God,” I moan loudly.

“Not God, Bronn. Say it. Say my name,” he demands.

“Bronn,” I repeat obediently, trying to open the buttons on his shirt. He pushes my hands away and lifts me up to toss me on his bed. I land in the middle of it with a bounce and watch as he strips off his clothes. When he’s completely naked, he fists his ridiculously hard cock while looking at me.

“Spread those thighs, baby girl. Let me see that pussy,” he growls and my thighs fall open. He groans and gets on the bed, moving toward me, cock still in hand. It’s huge and angry and I want it inside of me.

He settles between my thighs, leans down to kiss me. Then he just looks at me. His eyes roaming over every inch of my body.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious. Has he changed his mind?

“Once I do this, you are mine. You’ll forget all about other guys. You will be mine, forever.” Thank God.

I nod vigorously, wanting that more than I’ve ever wanted anything. He nods once and slams inside of me, tearing through my cherry.

“Oh, Bronn!” I shout. It hurts, but not as much as I was already aching for him. In fact, it feels good now. So fucking good.

“There were no other guys,” I whisper when he stops moving. I place my hand on his cheek and make him look at me.

“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. “You should have told me; I would have gone slow.”

“Move, Bronn. Give me more,” I demand, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He groans as he does, finally and everything this right with the world. I feel at home with this man and I’m his now.

Later, I’ve lost track of how many we times we reached for each other in the night, I sneak out his bed and back to my cabin for a hot shower. Muscles I didn’t know I had are tight this morning. I dress for my first shift and get to work, already thinking about tonight, when I get to crawl into his bed again.

I head straight for the coffee because I know it’s going to be a long day.

5

One Week Later

The charter was uneventful but fun for the guests, their tip proved that. We are anchored about four miles off of the coast of Caerleon waiting for Pierre, the merchant, to meet us. We are about an hour early, so I gather the crew for the end of the charter review. Adella is a natural according to Valens.

“The Bennett-South party tipped us thirty thousand, I’ve divided it up among you all. There was an additional five thousand specifically for Danny since he handled the dietary restrictions so well,” I say passing out the envelopes. “As you know that was the last charter for the season and I’ve decided to shore up in Raultshire for at two weeks. Make sure you don’t cross into Caerleon on land. I’ve put everyone up in suites at the Ritz. Everything is on me. Thank you for everything you’ve done this charter season and I hope you will all be back next season.”

“Thanks, boss. This was great. Jenny and I will be back next season,” Johnny says.

“Rachelle and I will be too,” Danny says.

“Us too,” Nigel says.

“I’ll be here too,” Adella says.

“No shit,” Stella says laughing. Adella turns bright red. I wonder if she thinks that no one knows she sleeps with me and night and sneaks back into her own quarters a few minutes before her shift. She’s too funny.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Adella asks.

“Like the Captain would ever let you go,” Rachelle says.

“You know how you can hear us at night?” Jenny asks and Adella nods. “Well, we can hear you too, baby girl.”

“oh my God,”

“Not God, Bronn,” Rachelle, Jenny, and Stella say in unison, making everyone but Adella laugh.

“Alright. Soundproofing is my first order of business before next season,” I joke.

“But…” Adella begins, but falters.

“It’s okay, Adella,” I tell her, taking her hand. She simmers down and we continue the meeting. I dismiss everyone to finish up their end of season chores and pack while we continue to wait for Pierre.

The exchange goes off with a hitch and we sail down the coast to Baileymeena to the marina where I will dock until next season. We disembark and take a taxi to the Ritz. I check everyone in, handling over my black American Express for incidentals. In our room, I waste no time in getting Adella under me.