Page 33 of Pirate

“It was the easiest way to get her off my back. It doesn’t change anything between us.”

“Other than the fact that your mom is going to tell people?”

Sophia shrugged. “I’ll need to talk to Jazz. She’s the only one who really matters.”

“And tell her what? Jasmine was the reason we weren’t telling anyone anything anyway.”

Sophia grinned down at him. “Say that again ten times fast.”

He swatted his hand against her bottom. Sophia gasped and then ground her hot core down on top of his erection. Just because he’d stopped them from continuing did not mean that he was not just as affected by her body on his as she was about being there.

“Sophia!” he snapped. “Answer the damn question.”

She sighed and brought her right hand forward. He’d forgotten she’d been holding the beer bottle. Probably a good thing he’d stopped or that beer might have ended up all over the covers.

After finishing off the beer, she bent to put the bottle on the floor at the foot of the bed. Pirate kept a tight hold on her hips so she couldn’t topple off of him.

Her face was somber as she rose. “Look, I don’t like keeping secrets from Jazz. If we hadn’t gotten drunkenly married two months before she was getting married for real, the two of us would be laughing our asses off about my antics and she’d throw me a divorce party on the day it’s official. I feel awful about keeping this from her. In our entire friendship, I’ve only keptone other secret from her. The only reason I can even stomach this one is because we’re not a real couple.”

Pirate’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What’s the other secret?” he asked curiously.

She shook her head, dramatically clamping her mouth shut.

Now that the beer bottle was out of the way, Pirate had no hesitation about throwing her onto her stomach on the mattress. Her fun burst of laughter at being tossed quickly turned into moans of pleasure and pain as Pirate landed ten quick, hard swats to her leather covered ass cheeks. The little minx even put her knees under her to raise her ass higher for him.

Pirate lowered the zipper of her pants over her ass crack. He loved seeing her red, glowing cheeks as he peeled her pants down over her hips. Loved even more that she was wearing a thong that left her cheeks bare for his gaze.

Bending down, he lowered his mouth to her right cheek. He bit her tender skin. Not enough to leave a mark this time, but enough to make his point. As much as he enjoyed marking her skin, he did not want to make it painful for her to sit down. Uncomfortable, sure. So she would remember whose hand was on her ass when she wasn’t with him, but not painful. He wasn’t a sadist.

Sophia gasped at his bite. She wiggled her butt at him, but he ignored the blatant invitation.

He went to her other cheek and licked her skin, raising gooseflesh along her ass and what he could see of her lower back and upper thighs. “Tell me,” he growled out. When she shook her head again, he pressed his teeth into her delectable skin. Just a little harder than he had on her other cheek.

“Oh God!” Sophia moaned. “Pirate!”

“Tell me!” he demanded.

“I can’t! I was sworn to secrecy!”

Pirate crawled his way onto the bed, straddling her as he did. He lowered his weight onto her as he lifted her hands above her head. Using one hand to hold both of her wrists, he used the other to move her hair out of his way. He took her left earlobe into his mouth, pulling on it hard, while grinding his hard dick against her bare ass. His jeans were so tight over his groin, it was uncomfortable.

“Sworn to secrecy by who?” he asked into her ear.

Sophia shuddered beneath him. “I can’t!”

“You can,” he growled against her. “You aren’t. There’s a difference—and that difference is how red you want your ass to get before I’m done with you.Tell me.”

“I don’t… I don’t want you to get angry.”

That cooled him off a bit. Sitting upright, still straddling her body, he turned her over onto her back beneath him. She stared up at him, but not in fear. More like concern, maybe? Was it for him or of him? Pirate didn’t like either option. He never wanted her to feelconcernedaround him. Did she think he would hurt her?

Softer, he asked, “Why would a secret you’re keeping from Jasmine make me angry?”

While breathing a little heavy, she too was calmer. Her hazel eyes bore into his as she admitted, “Because I slept with someone I shouldn’t have and I don’t want it to piss you off or hurt Jasmine.”

Pirate’s eyes narrowed. If he didn’t know any better, he would think she was referring to Jumper. But there was no way. Jumper would never hurt Jasmine like that. He also knew his brother hadn’t been with a woman in nearly ten years before getting with Jasmine. Not just because of the betrayal he’d felt from his ex-wife who’d cheated on him while Jumper had been overseas, but because one of the symptoms of Jumper’s PTSD was erectile dysfunction. Very few knew that fact about him. Itwasn’t anyone’s business. Jumper had told Pirate in confidence that Jasmine helped calm him enough to get him out of his head, to the point where he rarely had an episode in months. Aside from the absolute love Pirate knew Jumper felt for Jasmine, he knew that Jumper would never cheat on Jasmine because he knew what it was like to have been cheated on. He would never put Jasmine through that.

And neither would Sophia. She might be keeping a secret from Jasmine, but she would never allow Jasmine to go through with a marriage to a cheating spouse, even if she was the one he’d cheated on her with.

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