Do you like a sexy pirate story? I do, so I wrote one. Here’s a peek at Marooned, my historical/paranormal romantic short story.
Heather Parnell is traveling from England to her home in Jamaica with her new husband, Roger, a man she detests. She performs a banishing spell with unintended consequences. When their ship is attacked by pirates, Roger is killed. Heather, disguised as a boy, joins the pirate crew.
Pirate captain Adam Langworth suspects there is something odd about the new lad. When he discovers she is a woman, she begs him to keep her secret, a violation of the ships’ articles. When her identity is discovered, Adam and Heather find themselves marooned on a deserted island with nothing to do for the rest of their lives but make love.
Disclaimer: This is a 12,000 word steamy romantic short story, not a full-length novel. Previously published by Amber Quill Press. Contains a sexy pirate, a naughty witch, cussing and fornicating.
Through July 31, Marooned is free at Smashwords with Coupon Code SW100.
(Note: Heather has disguised herself as a boy to avoid being raped by the pirates. Adam, the pirate captain quickly sees through her disguise. This scene takes place in the captain’s cabin.)
“There is, perhaps, one solution to this dilemma. I could claim you as my share-and-a-half from the Sea Rover.” He let go of her hands and pulled her to him, one arm around her waist. His other hand grabbed hold of her hair and tugged her head back. She looked up into his face and saw that his eyes were green flecked with gold. They glittered with anger and desire.
Her hands were pressed to his warm chest and her stomach against his groin. She felt his hard fleshen rod and a strange warmth crept over her body. It spoke of anticipation and need.
“Your share-and-a-half? What does that mean?”
“When a ship is captured, the quartermaster catalogs the goods on board, then it is divided evenly among the crew. The captain receives a share-and-a-half. You would be mine.”
He is the one. The words rang through her mind.
“What would you do with me?” she asked, her voice suddenly husky.
“I know what I’d like to do,” he said, as his mouth descended.
His lips touched hers, lightly at first, then with more insistence. She waited for the revulsion, but it never came. Instead a languorous warmth spread through her.
“Open your mouth,” he murmured against her lips.
“Why?” she asked, just before his mouth closed on her lower lip, sucking on it gently. She gave herself up to his expert kisses, not even objecting when his tongue stole inside her mouth.
Her hands roamed over his chest, enjoying the feel of warm skin and firm muscle. When her fingers grazed one flat male nipple, he groaned low in his throat. Ah, she had found one way to pleasure him. She brushed his nipples with the pads of her fingers, feeling the tips harden, then lightly scored her nails over them.
He sucked in a breath and broke the kiss. “Tease me, will you?”
She smiled and boldly rubbed his nipples again. Even through her sensual haze, she was aware that her future might depend on pleasing this man, in any way possible…
She slid her arms up his chest and pulled his head to hers for another kiss. He responded with an ardor that stole her breath away. His lips were firm and moist, his flesh hard and smooth. Touching him, kissing him, was a pleasure. This was so unlike what she’d experienced on her wedding night, and she now knew how badly she’d been cheated.
He moved one hand to her bum again, kneading her flesh, pressing her closer to his hard shaft. The muscles in her groin tensed with need, and she knew making love with Adam would be pleasure, not pain. His other hand unbuttoned her waistcoat and caressed her bosom.
“Damn,” he murmured against her lips. “You bound your breasts.”
“I had to,” she whispered back.
His response was to unbutton her breeches and push them down around her ankles. His hands delved beneath the hem of her shirt, lightly caressing the sensitive flesh on her thighs, then her bottom. She gasped when his hand brushed her stomach, then moved to cup the pulsing mound of her sex. His fingers parted the folds of flesh and traced her slit, now damp with her own juices.
He probed her opening with the tip of one finger. “You’re so hot, and so tight. Like a virgin.”
“Not a virgin,” she whispered.
“Spread your legs, love,” he growled, removing his finger.
She obeyed, spreading her legs as far as they would go with her breeches tangled around her ankles. He inserted his thigh between hers, rubbing it against her crotch. The friction teased the hard little nub of pleasure, making her gasp. She rode his thigh as the sensation built between her legs. Higher and higher, until she thought she could stand it no more. His mouth closed over hers to drown her mews of pleasure.
“Shush,” he cautioned.
She clung to him, his thigh still gripped between her own, until the spasms stopped.
When she looked up at him, he wore a smug smile. “I think you enjoyed that.”
“I did,” she said, amazed that it was true.
He pressed his forehead against hers and sighed. “I’d like nothing better than to spend the rest of the day making love to you. I want to do it properly next time, lying down, in a bed. But we haven’t the time. You’d best cover yourself.”
Still a bit dazed, she obeyed him, tucking in her shirt and buttoning her breeches. Without a doubt, he knew how to pleasure a woman. But had she pleased him?
I’ll leave it up to your imagination as to what comes next.