Trouble With Harry (12 page)

With a moan, Harry pushed one of her bra straps off her shoulder and the lacy cup down to fully expose her breast. “I can’t get enough of you, Edie.”

“Oh, Harry.” She ran her hands over the length of him, regretting that they weren’t in her room, naked and dancing in the sheets.

Moving over the gentle swell of her breast, Harry dropped his head to suck the beaded tip into his mouth.

Edie moaned and cupped his balls, kneading the flesh. She leaned close to his ear and whispered something she never thought she’d whisper to a man, “I want you inside me, now.”

His head jerked up and he stared into her eyes. “Here? Now?”

A thrill shivered down Edie’s spine. She’d never done anything so daring before in her life and the exhilaration she felt with her hands on his cock in a public place was her undoing. “Yes.”

Harry backed her down to the end of the aisle as far from prying eyes as he could get her. He bent to kiss her full on the lips delving deep into her mouth, warring tongue against tongue.

Edie felt naughty. Even more naughty than she had on the set of the porn film. There, the audience expected them to be naked and fucking. Here, she was supposed to act with the decorum of a proper citizen. And she wasn’t. A little devil on her shoulder urged her on. She lifted her skirt, hooked her hands in her panties and slid them down to her ankles, kicking them off.

Harry dragged in a ragged breath, cast a furtive glance around the end of the bookshelves, then closed in on her. He backed to the end of the aisle up against a table and reached beneath her thighs to lift her onto the edge. With a steady look, he said, “We can stop now, if you want.”

Edie shook her head and spread her legs, inviting him in. His cock pointed upward, pulsing with his need. He was excited by the thought of fucking her where anyone might discover them at any moment, and that made Edie all the more determined to make it so. If only she knew what the hell she was doing? The last time they’d been together, he’d performed all the foreplay. Edie wanted to reciprocate, and drive him wild with passion. But how? What did a man like? What made him crazy with need? Okay, even crazier than his hardened cock already was? Edie had no idea.

“I wish I had more experience at lovemaking,” Edie said, aloud.

Thunder rumbled in the distance and the table beneath her shook.

“Oh, Edie, what have you done?” Harry’s voice floated away from her as darkness engulfed her world.

Chapter Eight

“Step aside. Move yer bloody arses!” A dirty man with blackened teeth, a scraggly beard and breath that could make a camel retch, pushed a line of equally repulsive men out of the way. Then he leaned into Edie’s face and breathed a putrid stench against her lips. “As the first mate, I have the right to go first.”

The fog and darkness immediately left Edie’s mind. Just like in her dream, she was stripped of her clothing and tied to the main mast of an ancient pirate ship. Around her a hundred bloodthirsty pirates leered, their tongues hanging out of their mouths as if drooling over that twenty-ounce steak Edie thought she’d have to tie around her neck to attract a man. So, she’d been wrong. She could attract a man, or men, just by standing in front of them naked.

Tugging at the ropes chafing her skin, her arms strained against the bindings. “What do you want with me?” Duh, dumb question.

“We be wantin’ to give ye that experience ye was wishin’ for, missy.” The first mate grabbed both her breasts in his meaty hands, squeezing as if they were office stress balls.

A cheer went up through the mass of males.

“I’ll be next!”

“Then me!”

“You’ll have ta wait yer turn!”

One man punched another in the eye.

Edie winced and jerked to the side in an attempt to dislodge the pirate’s grip. “Keep your hands off me, or I’ll—”

“Or ye’ll what? Call out the British navy to save yer pretty arse?”

The first mate grabbed her thighs and shoved her legs open. Then he cupped her ass in his hands and rammed his trouser-clad cock up against her pussy.

As he struggled to untie his britches, Edie got a foot between them, braced her back against the hard wood of the mast and shoved with all her might.

“What the—” The pirate sailed backward into the throng of men knocking six over before he came to a resounding crash on his backside, his head connecting to the hard, wooden deck with a dull thunk.

Edie, breathing hard, had no time to spare. Other pirates moved in as the first mate stumbled to his feet.

While more hands pawed at her breasts, Edie squeezed her eyes shut and said, “I wish Harry were here to save me.”

At the first familiar rumble of thunder in the distance, Edie opened her eyes. Just then, the ship lurched to the side. Pirates tumbled across the deck, a few falling overboard. If not for the ropes holding her to the mast, Edie would have been thrown to the deck, as well.

When the ship leveled in the water, only rocking with the gentle swell of the ocean, some of the pirates fished their mates out of the water while the others circled around her once again.

This time, the first mate wasn’t leering. He rubbed at the back of his head. “You’ll pay fer the lump on me head, wench.” He struggled to open his britches.

Edie forced herself to laugh out loud, even while her stomach flip-flopped and she fought her gag reflex. Maybe if she humiliated him, he wouldn’t be able to perform. “You aren’t serious are you? Why you’re probably so inconsequential the rest of the men will laugh.”

The first mate scowled down at the strings he fought to open and paused. He looked as if he had some doubts.

Edie almost crowed with her minor victory.

Then the pirate’s jaw hardened and he moved closer. “You’ll suck me cock until it grows as big as me fist, do ye hear?”

A sword swished by Edie’s face to halt with its point lodged near the first mate’s groin. “Touch her again, and I’ll slice off yer bullocks and tie them to the crow’s nest for the gulls to feast on.” The warning was delivered in a low, even, blessedly familiar tone.

Edie’s pulse jumped.

Harry stood beside her bare-chested, his gleaming muscles tanned and rippling in the warm salty air. Long dark hair hung down to his shoulders, capped by a flamboyant black hat turned up on one side with a long white ostrich plume dipping over the top. Black, skintight pants hugged his crotch, emphasizing the swell of his magnificent cock. The spitting image of her imaginary lover, Black Bart, Harry was glorious.

The filthy pirate gulped, his hands dropping to his sides. “I wasn’t gonna do nothin’ to hurt the wee lass. Honest, Capt’n.”

With a deep scowl, Harry flicked the tip of the sword, piercing the man’s skin enough to draw blood. “Next time you touch my woman, I’ll not threaten. Now get out of my sight.”

“Aye, aye, Capt’n.” The first mate and all the rest of the ship’s hands scurried off to the far corners of the vessel.

Which left Harry and Edie alone together at the center of the craft.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Edie said. “The wish just slipped out.”

Harry turned his brown-black gaze onto her, skimming her from the tip of her flyaway red hair to her red polished toenails. “I’ve a mind to teach ye a lesson.” His voice washed over her in the singsong pattern of a pirate. The tip of his sword pointed between her breasts and drew a faint line down her belly, over her navel to the edge of the rust-colored curls covering her womanhood.

A thrill of anticipation ran the length of her spine, settling in her lower belly. The cold steel didn’t cut her skin, but the promise it implied lay open her desire. She wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in her entire life, more even, than her father’s approval.

Creamy cum oozed from her pussy as Edie strained against the ropes. “Please, Harry, don’t tease me,” she begged. “I’m on fire. Untie me, please.”

“I’ll untie ye, all right. Only if ye do as I tell.”

“Anything!” Was she really that desperate for him? So desperate she’d beg?

Hell yes!

He stepped behind her and, with his sword, sliced through the ropes holding her wrists, one by one.

Once free of the restraints, Edie sagged against Harry’s chest. “Thank you, Harry. Thank you for bailing me out once again.”

“We’re not through yet. I’ve a wish to grant, and you have a promise to keep.” He spun her out of his arms and slapped her ass. “March, woman!”

Unwilling to leave his side and be fully exposed to the gazes of the hundred men again, Edie hesitated. “Where to?”

“My cabin, of course.” He slapped her other butt cheek with enough force she lurched forward.

Leers and murmured remarks accompanied her naked march across the decks of the ship. She couldn’t believe Harry would make her walk naked in front of the rest of the crew. Where had the kind stranger gone?

Anger straightened Edie’s shoulders and she tossed back her hair. She’d be damned if she shrank away from these men in front of Harry. If he wanted to parade her around on the deck in front of all these pirates, she’d show him. As far as she was concerned she was on a modeling runway, just like her mother—proud, beautiful and unconcerned by all the people staring. Although her mother had worn a few more items of clothing on her body, the theory was the same. Edie could do this.

She forced one foot in front of the other strutting like a model, her hips swaying suggestively from side to side. Maybe she’d get a rise out of the lofty captain while she was at it. When she reached the door leading to the captain’s quarters, the men on deck were in a full lather, wolf-calls, whistles and crude comments rising into the air. Edie paused, swiveled at the hip to flash a full round breast, winked and blew a kiss to all of them.

Feet thumped the wooden planks and the shouting rose to a raucous crescendo.

Her point made, Edie strode into the captain’s cabin and turned to face her rescuer, or perhaps he was her new captor. The little confidence she’d gained on her march naked across the deck led her into the next action.

Harry tossed the sword on a desk and turned to lock the door behind him.

Edie used the time he had his back to her to snatch the sword from the desktop and move in close.

“I don’t know what you were trying to prove out there—” Harry turned, his words freezing on his lips when he realized what she had in her hands. “What’s this?”

“I want you, Harrington Taylor the Third. And I mean to have you.” She pointed the sword at his britches. “Take them off.”

“Be careful with that thing.” He crossed his hands over his groin. “It can hurt a man.”

With her head tipped to the side, she feigned a look of one who was cool, collected and completely in charge of her body and possibly his. “Precisely. So, are you going to take them off or am I going to cut them off?” A step closer and the tip of the sword snagged the fabric of his trousers. She hoped he wouldn’t move the wrong direction. She didn’t want to hurt him unintentionally.

“I’ll take them off!” He untied the string holding the pants up and slid them down over his hips to the floor. When he straightened, he stood straight, naked and incredibly handsome in nothing but the hat with the crazy plume. “There, are you happy? Now will you put that down?”

“On one condition.” Edie was having a hard time breathing, much less making her mouth form actual words. If she sounded a little breathy, oh well.

“Which is?”

“You tell me what pleases you and you let me…perform.” There! That wasn’t so hard. Edie held her breath and awaited his response. Would he reject her?

The corners of his mouth twitched. “Is that what all of this is about?”

“I want to please you. But I don’t know how.” She set the sword back on the table, her cheeks flaming. How embarrassing to have to ask a man to teach her how to please him.

Harry grabbed her arm and turned her slowly to face him. He tipped her chin up until she looked him in the eye. “If that’s all you wanted, why didn’t you just ask while we were back in the library?”

“I didn’t know how. I just wished I already had the experience.”

“So you wish yourself into a situation where you’re almost raped by a hundred pirates? Edie, Edie, Edie.” He kissed the tip of her nose, her cheek, her chin and finally her lips.

Edie swayed toward Harry, craving the feel of his skin against hers. Her hands slid up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Harry leaned back, sucking her lip between his teeth and then letting it go. “Although, I must say I was proud of the way you held your own with the first mate.”

Her breasts swelled with his praise. Or were they swelling with her desire? Who cared? Now, she wanted to learn more about what could make him as horny as he made her. “Okay, where shall I begin pleasing you?” She slid her tongue across his top lip and then snagged his bottom lip between her teeth. When she released his lip, she leaned back. “How’s that?”

His brow raised a notch. “Good for a start.”

She nipped his chin and twirled her tongue along the sold line of his collarbone. “Am I getting warmer?” With her thumb and forefinger, she pinched the hard brown beads of his nipples. Did it feel as good to him as when he played with her breasts? Then she followed with her tongue, tasting one then the other, the salty flavor of sea and man igniting her own fires to fever pitch. She licked a trail down to his belly button, bending at the hip to get to it.

Harry reached around and curved a hand over her ass to slip a finger into her pussy.

Edie straightened, her eyes wide. She’d been concentrating so hard on Harry, she’d forgotten about her own needs.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, without removing the finger.

“No.” She considered the sensation of him entering her from the rear and her pleasing him simultaneously. “Actually, it feels good.” She bent to her task of trailing kisses and little nips down his chest toward his belly button. When she almost tipped over, she dropped to her knees in front of Harry. This angle opened her mind and her mouth to an entirely different set of options.

His penis stood erect, the veins laced back and forth across the shaft to the purplish-red tip. Directly in line with Edie’s face. She reached out to explore its length, savoring the velvety softness of the rounded head, pausing to trace the opening with her fingernail.