Page 44 of Pirate's Intent
Shehad written about those rings.
Shehad also written about those ropes.
Which meant to her way of thinking, he had used other women in her fantasies. Something he knew full well—because he knew Hannah—belonged to her and her alone.
At least when it came to him.
Luke clamped his hand down on her thigh and gave her the stern look that forced her still. He was beyond pleased that she still responded so obediently to him. That he could push past her defiance and force her to his will. But then that’s what she liked despite what she showed the world. That’s what she craved. Needed. And hell, giving it to her felt as essential as breathing. How had he gone so long without this feeling? A distinct feeling only she could provide.
A feeling that had nearly brought him to his knees when she serviced him.
It was not just her untouchable talent taking a cock deep down her throat, but the power she provided him with her subservience. Control, despite his lifestyle and literally being in charge of his own ship, only Hannah could afford. He knew it had to do with them discovering their baser natures with one another when they were young, but sensed it went further too. Deeper.
Perhaps, he mused, simply because he had never actually lain with her.
Perhaps his unique desire for her was just that. Need for the unknown. Yet as he ate and watched her out of the corner of his eye, he knew it was something beyond the flesh. Something he refused to utter ever again but had stayed with him over the years despite his need to do away with it.
“Ah, but to love.” Abigail raised her mug in salute and winked at Luke though she spoke to Remmy. “Might it find us and ne’er let us go, aye?”
“Aye,” everyone agreed, raising their mugs.
When Hannah looked at Luke, then Remmy in question, he explained.
“Remmy’s fixin’ to marry herself a pirate.” He grinned and nodded at Remmy. “Wishin’ ye the very best, my friend.”
“Aye, Cap’n, ‘twill be a nice change just spreadin’ my legs for the one.”
“You’re marrying a pirate?” Appalled, Hannah’s eyes rounded on the wench. “Why would anyone in their right mind do such a thing?”
“Because he means to put food in my mouth, poppet,” Remmy stated bluntly, not offended in the least. She shrugged. “Plus, he ain’t a bad lookin’ bloke.” She offered a cheeky grin. “Still has some teeth too.” She peered at Hannah. “But then I don’t imagine ye care much about teeth or where ye’re next bit o’ food’s comin’ from, aye, lovely?”
While he fully expected Hannah to dish out a scathing response, she remained silent. He suspected he knew why too. Times had grown difficult toward the end for her and her sister in Virginia. Their uncle had treated his business partners too poorly for too long, and in the end, everything fell apart. They lost their tobacco plantation, the bulk of their wealth, and had to flee.
That, one way or another, ultimately landed her here.
“So ye would not marry a pirate, eh?” Abigail considered Hannah, her eyes wise beyond her years. “Not even the one beside ye?”
Hannah tensed. Good, she should.
“She might not be willing to marry a pirate,” Luke commented. “But she would marry an English boy with little to his name.” Before she could respond, he snapped his fingers and shook his head as though just remembering something. “Wait, I have that wrong.” He shrugged, nonplussed. “She would agree to marry but ultimately turn him away.”
The room grew quiet, and the rain louder before Abigail broke the silence. “Well, I, for one, would marry a pirate.” She nodded once at Luke. “And rest assured, lad, I would have married the English boy as well.” She shook his head. “’Tis a fool poppet that turns away the likes of ye.”
“I always thought so.” He ignored Hannah’s stiffening posture. “But then, in hindsight, she did me a favor.” He gestured with appreciation at the wenches sitting about. “I would have never enjoyed the likes of ye and yer numerous and much-appreciated talents.”
Robert raised his mug to that.
Hannah, however, lashed out with the unexpected. “And here I thought nobody could take you as deep as I could.”
Abigail chuckled and applauded Hannah. “There ye are, love.” She bypassed the awkwardness and saw things straight. “Keep talkin’ like that, and ye’ll be fit for life with a pirate all right!”
She was about to say more when one of his men entered, breathless. “As we’d hoped, troubles afoot, Cap’n.” He gestured south. “Somethin’s skulking around out there.”
Hannah's eyes widened in confusion. “As you hoped?”
He ignored her and spoke to his man. “More than one somethin’?”
He nodded. “I’d say.”
