“Fuck,” I cursed.
“What now?”
“I’m hungry.”
He laughed.“We’ll get something to eat, then.”
“But I was a moment ago thinking we’d hole up here and need nothing but each other.”I sighed with defeat.
“A bold idea.However, as potent as I am, I doubt I could keep your belly full.”
“I’m sure you could keep it full of…something.From the back, I mean.”
“You naughty thing.”
“Anyway,” I yawned.
“Hmm?”
“I suppose we need to wash and get some food.”
“Very well.”
“Only one of us needs go, I suppose...”I said, hinting that Captain Martin could throw on some pants and go to the galley.
“Wonderful.See if you can get something other than fish, will you?”
Blast.I forced myself to stand and went to the washstand, where I did my best to clean myself with the damp cloth and the water and soap.
Dinesh watched me with interest.
“What?”
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Rooster?I think the sun on the beach has increased the count of your freckles.And I love each and every one of them.”
“You know, you don’t have to romance me.Simply tell me you want another go when I get back, and I’m in.”
He smiled.“I will never tire of praising you, my dear lad.Because I love how my kind words bring a blush to your cheeks and a shy smile to your mouth.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.So I only grinned, winked, and left him.
Chapter Nine
Trouble
Forthethreedaysand nights that Dinesh and I spent together making up for having little privacy at the fishing outpost on Talamanca, I was convinced that the cacao ceremony had worked and my horrible nightmares were a thing of the past.
We were finally ready to sail out and away from the Americas, retracing our earlier route, past Jamaica and onward to the Turks Islands.
Dinesh and I lay on our bed, naked, covered with sweat from our coupling, and enjoyed the soft rocking of the ship.
“We’ll pull anchor in the morning, and be on our way,” Dinesh murmured, idly stroking my shoulder.
“And you’ll be so much busier.I’ll probably never see you,” I grouched, playing with my cock so Dinesh might see that I had some energy left.
I was loathe to let him up, because I knew he would disappear into the business of running the ship once we were on our way.Granted, he had always found time for a round of merciless fucking before, but I was worried that now we were married, he’d be happy to let me clean and sweep his quarters for a kiss and a promise every few days.
“Don’t be daft.You know my appetites.”
