Page 8 of Pirate's Plunder

“RUDE!” I slam the door in her laughing face.

Ten minutes later, I’m out and wrapped in towels.

“Did you shave?” Val’s eyebrow raises in question and doubt.

“I waxed a few days ago.” That seems to satisfy her enough to move out of my way.

When I go to sit on my bed, I find a whole outfit laid out for me.

“Seriously?” I glare at the tiniest jean skirt known to exist, a sheer white crop top, and a belt with so many rhinestones on it that I’ll be visible from the moon.

“Your boots and hat are by the couch.” My head whips around to where she said, and I curse.

“Did you get a mechanical bull for me, too?” I walk over to my dresser for underwear, which she conveniently left out of my omnibus.

“Oh! Wear the bridal set I got you.” I open my mouth to protest and quickly shut it.

The white lace set will work well and the thong might not cover much of my ass but considering my cheeks are going to be on display I might as well flaunt what I got.

I let the fabric caress my fingertips and think about how I narrowly escaped from that unwanted marriage and how my luck is probably up. Next time Alfonso calls me to church, I know it’ll stick. He made it perfectly clear, and I am not brave enough to say no twice.

When I turn around with the set in my hand to get dressed, my cousin lets out a loud howl, making me cover my ears. I glare at her while she waves my hat over her head.

“Thatta girl! Yeehaw!” Fuck my life.

I nurse my drink as I sit in a corner, trying to blend in and disappear into the drapes. The sorority house is packed with grinding bodies, drugs, and enough alcohol to drown a small village. The music is way too loud, the body heat has me sweating like a pig and the fucking white shirt with lace bra is hiding nothing.

I’ve had to pee for over an hour, but refuse to move from my spot, knowing I’ll lose it, plus then people will notice me. I pull my cowboy hat lower and curl into myself as best I can. I still have that feeling of being watched that I can’t shake, but as I glance around, no one is paying me an ounce of attention.

I mean to keep it that way.

“Mind if I sit?” Behind my curtain of hair, I catch sight of blonde hair, and I ignore the question, hoping this guy will take a hint, but instead he crouches to my eye level. His hands on my knees snap my eyes open.

“There you are. Feeling ok? I thought you’d passed out. You’ve barely moved all night.” The guy’s dressed as a pirate, and his smile tells me two things.

He’s dangerous and knows precisely what to do with the tongue he’s slowly licking his bottom lip with.

“You do speak English, right?” I frown and clear my throat to inform him I speak three languages, but his uncovered eye drops to take in my body.

“Porque estas sola, Preciosa?” His voice is like smooth, melted chocolate in English, but in Spanish, it’s downright addictive.

“I’m not alone. This place is full.” I point out the fault in his logic, but all it does is make him smirk.

“And yet you aren’t dancing or socializing. Let me get you another drink.” He reaches for my cup, but I pull it into my chest, splashing the now warm beer over our hands.

“Shit,” I look around for anything to clean up the mess, but the pirate produces a frilly-looking handkerchief with a flourish before gently wiping my thighs dry.

His hands move straight up to my core without hesitation, and he makes sure I feel his knuckles brush my thong before pulling his hand away and tucking the fabric back into the front pocket of his costume.

“There, all dry.” His eyes move off me as I adjust my skirt, but it’s no use, it’s not going to cover me any better now than it did when I walked down here earlier.

“I wasn’t all that wet to begin with,” I mumble to myself, and somehow, even over the music, he still hears it.

“What a shame. I could change that.” What the fuck did he just say to me?

“Is that what you call flirting?” He leans in and taps his ear.

Like a fool, I move in to repeat my question, but he turns, landing a kiss on my mouth. I gasp in shock, and he takes it like an invitation to lay the most devastatingly hot kisses of my life on me. It’s too short and fast, causing me to grow damp just like he promised.

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