Enslaved By The Ocean (22 page)

He makes a throaty sound, and pushes my body up against the side of the ship, and the frenzy takes over both of us. I grip the back of his neck, urging him closer, and he leans down, gripping my pants and shoving them down.
 

I don’t stop kissing him, I can’t. I whimper into his mouth, and a warm gush of salty air causes my hair to flick around. He lifts one hand, grabbing the thick locks and tugging my head back. His mouth slides from mine, and I groan in disapproval.  He chuckles huskily and continues moving my pants. Then his lips are on mine again, hard, desperate, hungry.
 

He grips his jeans, jerking them down, and then he lifts my leg over his hip before shoving my panties aside. Hard and fast. Oh, yes. He grips my ass, his fingers bite into my flesh, and then he impales me in one swift movement. I cry out, letting his lips go to throw my head back. His other hand grips the back of my head, keeping it tilted so he can find my neck with his lips. Then he pulls out and drives into me again.
 

“Oh God,” I whimper. “Hendrix.”
 

“So fuckin’ wet,” he growls against my neck, thrusting again.
 

The one leg that is still on the ground begins to buckle, and I grip the side of the ship for balance. Hendrix releases my hair, places his hand on the railing and begins to thrust harder, faster. I scream, my sex clenches, and my body tingles with need. His hand is still on my ass, using it to drive each thrust, making sure my hips are tilted on that perfect angle. I feel my pussy clench and those bolts of pleasure start coming in closer and closer together until I explode.
 

“Oh, God!” I scream.
 

“Aw, fuck,” Hendrix roars.
 

Together we come, as if our bodies are in sync. I can feel every jerk of his cock, and I have no doubt he can feel every clench of my pussy. He slowly releases my ass, and my leg slides down. He wraps his arm around my waist, but keeps me pressed against the side of the ship. I drop my head into his chest, and breathe him in.
 

“I changed my mind,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m not selling you, Indigo.”
 

I lift my head, and meet his gaze. “But why?”
 

He looks out to the ocean for a moment before turning back to me. “Because you do something to me, right here,” he says, thumping his chest, right over his heart. “And one thing I’ve learned in my life, is that when something affects your heart, you don’t let it go. There are only so many times in life something can have that affect on a person.”
 

I feel my entire body swell with…is that love?
 

Am I in love with Hendrix?
 

“The minute I saw you running I knew I had made a fucking mistake. It burned watching you swim away from me, and it was in that moment that I knew you had gotten deeper than I thought. You’re something to me,
inocencia
, I’m not quite sure what that something is yet, but I’m not lettin’ you go.”
 

“Why do you call me that?” I whisper.
 

“Because it’s what you are, Indigo,” he murmurs, stroking a stray piece of hair from my forehead. “You are innocence.”
 

Innocence.
 

I’m not innocence anymore.
 

“Sit,” Hendrix says, and I stare around at the room of pirates.
 

I sit down, and he stands beside me, gripping the back of my chair. “We may have a problem on our hands, and we may not. I don’t know how it’ll go yet, but I do know that we need to be alert. Indigo did something back on that island that could come back to bite her, and we’re going to be here to protect her.”
 

I shudder, and wrap my arms around myself. Jess lifts her chair and scoots it over beside me, taking my hand. I’m grateful to her right now.
 

“Indi, we need you to give us a rundown of what happened and who heard it,” Hendrix says, staring down at me.
 

I swallow, and turn my eyes away. I haven’t spoken about Kane yet. I haven’t said the words, not even to Hendrix.
 

I am a murderer.
 

I close my eyes, and speak as loudly as I can. “He found me because he saw my face all over the news. He saw Eric, used him to get to my motel room. There was a fight, Eric got the gun and shot him in the neck. I told Eric to go get help, and then…”
 

I shiver, and Hendrix grips my shoulder, squeezing gently.
 

“Keep goin’ baby.”
 

“I shot him. I knew I was going to, I knew I had to. I sent Eric away so he wouldn’t witness it. I told him to go and get help, and then I shot him and ran. I saw the officers huddled when I went out of the motel, but they didn’t see me. I ran, and that’s when I found you.”
 

“Did you leave the gun?” Hendrix asks.
 

“Y…y…yes.”
 

“Chances are they will put it down to self defense if it came down to it, but you running didn’t help. I have outside sources, I will see what I can find out about the case.”
 

“I’m assuming we now have to deal with Chopper, too?” Drake asks.
 

Chopper.
 

I shudder.
 

The idea of that man just makes me feel ill, and I haven’t even seen him.
 

Hendrix turns and stares at me, and there’s something in his face…something…is that pity? Why is he looking at me like that?
 

“
Inocencia
, we have to talk about that, there’s something you need to know.”
 

I shake my head, confused. “I thought…you weren’t selling me?”
 

My entire body coils tightly, and I struggle to breathe. Did he change his mind? Was he only lying to me?
 

“Hey,” he says, dropping down in front of me. “I’m not selling you, but there is something that concerns you in regards to Chopper.”
 

“What has Chopper got to do with me?”
 

He sighs deeply, lifting a hand to rub his forehead. Then he gets to his feet and glances at Drake.
 

“Cap, what’s going on?”
 

Hendrix stares at nothing for a moment then turns to me again. “You remember when we were talking before you ran away on the island?”
 

“Yes.”
 

“And do you remember telling me your father’s name?”
 

Where is he going with this? Oh God, did Chopper kill my father? I feel my skin prickle as I meet Hendrix’s eyes. “I…yes.”
 

“Indigo,” he begins. Oh God, he’s using my full name. This is bad, very bad. “Chopper…is your father.”
 

The entire room breaks out in confused chatter and gasps.
 

Me, I can’t do anything but gape.
 

Did he just say Chopper is my father?
 

He’s wrong. My father isn’t a filthy pirate. He’s a kind, beautiful man who left me. Hendrix has it wrong. He can’t be right. He has the wrong name, or maybe it’s just a coincidence. It can’t be true. I stare down at my hands, and they’re shaking. Why are they shaking? I don’t believe him. He’s wrong. He’s got this all wrong.
 

“You’re wrong,” I whisper. “My father is gone, he’s not a pirate.”
 

“Chopper’s real name is Charles Waters, Indigo.”
 

“It’s a coincidence then,” I bark suddenly, getting to my feet.
 

“I might say the same, except when I think about it…he’s just like you. Indi, he looks like you.”
 

My hands shake and my jaw clenches. How dare he? How dare he stand here in a room full of people and tell such rotten lies. If he’s right, he’s saying the father I adored is a raping pig who takes women and sells them. I can’t believe that to be right. I won’t believe it.
 

“You’re lying!” I scream. “Is this your way of getting back at me for running? Is this your punishment?”
 

“Indigo,” he says almost gently. “I’m telling you because you deserve to know.”
 

“You’re wrong!” I roar. “My daddy is a good man. I know him.”
 

“Indi…”
 

“No,” I hiss, putting my hand up. “You don’t get to do this in a room full of people. If you wanted to make me pay, Hendrix, you’ve done a great job at it.”
 

“Jesus, Indi, do you honestly think I would be such an ass? I’m not telling you a fucking lie.”
 

“Then why are you telling me?” I whimper, crumbling. Jess is by my side, rubbing my back, I didn’t even notice until now.
 

“Because you have the right to know.”
 

“To know what? That every image of my father has just been shattered?”
 

“Indi…”
 

“Let me take her,” Jess says softly. “I’ll talk to her.”
 

Hendrix’s eyes are pleading with me, but I don’t understand. I don’t. He nods, and Jess wraps an arm around my shoulder and turns me around, leading me out into the hall. She walks me slowly to her room, and opens the door, encouraging me in. We sit on her bed, and she turns to me.
 

“I don’t think he’s lying, honey. Hendrix doesn’t say things unless he knows.”
 

“It can’t be true, Jess,” I whisper, feeling my lip quiver.
 

“It might not be how you think it is. Maybe your dad isn’t so bad.”
 

“He was going to sell me to him as a sex slave,” I cry, shaking. “It doesn’t get much worse.”
 

“Maybe he doesn’t sell them, or…”
 

“Jess, just stop. I love you for caring, but you can’t take away the reality of this situation.”
 

“I know, honey…”
 

“I just don’t want to see it, even if he is right. My dad was everything to me, and even after he left me I still loved him so much. I don’t want that image shattered, I don’t want to see him the way Hendrix has described him. I can’t…”
 

“Until you do see him, you’re not going to know what is real and what isn’t.”
 

“I know,” I whisper. “I just feel numb right now. This is all too much to take in. My life has never been easy, but I dealt with it, and I made the most of it…then I came here, and everything I believed in has been stomped on. I killed someone, Jess…”
 

She lifts her gaze to mine, and nods. “I know honey.”
 

“I’m a murderer,” I whisper.
 

“No, you’re a woman protecting herself.”
 

A tear slides down my cheek, and I struggle to keep my composure. “I love him, Jess.”
 

“I know you do, baby.”
 

“I don’t know what to do…”
 

“I know what you have to do,” she murmurs. “You have to keep on surviving, and take each day as it comes.”
 

If only it were that easy.
 

Jack Ketch
 

**
 

A warm hard body slides into the bed beside me and I shudder before pressing myself into it. I’m hurt by what Hendrix told me earlier, but my need for him is so strong. I feel him run his big hand up my side and then he grips the back of my head, pulling my lips down on his.
 

I wonder if kissing him will ever get old? The feeling that’s flooding my body right now seems like it couldn’t possibly fade. It gets stronger each time he lays his hands on me.
 

His lips are warm, and he tastes like rum. The burn of the alcohol as I open my mouth and let our tongues dance is quite enjoyable. I lift my hands, wrapping them in his hair, and tugging him closer. He makes a growling sound, and his hand slides back down my body until he grips my backside, pulling me to him. I throw one leg over his hips, and our bodies touch. His cock presses against my pussy, and the friction of his jeans does wonderful things to me.
 

I never thought it possible to want someone so much, until him. I can’t get enough of what he has to offer. He gives it, and I can’t stop taking. He pulls his lips from mine, and I can feel his warm breath tickling my cheek as he moves down to my ear. “I’ve fucked you,
inocencia
, and I’ve made your body come alive, but I haven’t given you the one thing I know you need.”
 

What do I need?
 

“And that is?” I pant.
 

“I haven’t made love to you.”
 

Oh.
 

Sweet.
 

Jesus.
 

I’ve seen Hendrix’s tough side, I’ve seen him kill in cold blood, I’ve seen the monster that lies within, but the other side to him almost easily outweighs it. He has this gentle side, a side that is so sweet, and yet he makes it so damned masculine.
 

“Y…y…you…want to make love to me?”
 

“I want nothing more,” he murmurs, and then moves his lips down my neck.
 

No one has ever made love to me.
 

They say it’s different, that when someone makes love to you it truly defines sex and what it’s about. I’ve been fucked by Hendrix, and it was mind-blowing—I really couldn’t imagine it getting any better. Yet something inside me is telling me that I’m about to find out I’m very wrong about that. When Hendrix runs his fingers up the side of my body, so slowly, so gently, I know for a fact that I’m wrong. I know without a doubt in my heart…
 

That this will change something inside me.
 

Hendrix removes my clothes so slowly, so gently, that I can barely feel his hands on me. When I’m naked, he strips out of his clothes and then flicks the dim lamp on beside the bed. My heart begins to hammer. When he’s looking down at me like that, with those eyes, and that damned stunning face, it’s hard to think of anything else. He leans down, and presses a tiny kiss to my nose. I smile and for the first time since I’ve been here, he smiles too. It’s not a grin, or a smirk; it’s a genuine, heart wrenchingly beautiful smile.