Captain Jack “Storm” Barr. The monster she was convinced was responsible for her father’s death. AndThe Hellaand Honey were going after him.
Talk about being in the right place at the right time. How did she get so lucky?
Almost immediately an idea sprang into her head—she needed to find a way to join them.
Her plan was far from foolproof. She was confident she could pull off posing as a boy, but she was not so sure she could manage the manual labor needed for life on board a ship. Captain Harris would think she was a wee runt due to her size, so she would have to convince him that she was fit for the job. She could only hope that if he did allow her to be a part of his crew, and that was a bigif, that he assigned her to clean or work in the galley.
It took all of her nerve to walk up to the captain since a serving wench was draped all over him. She had wanted to wait until he was done with the wench instead of interrupting him, but it looked like he could sit there with the woman who so aptly held his attention with her womanly assets all night. Seonag could wait. Her mission couldn’t wait. What she wanted to ask was too important.
She watched his blue eyes darken to a stormy gray as he looked at the woman with pure lust. Seonag’s belly fluttered. Oh, how she wished a man would look at her in the same manner. A wish that was doubtful to happen anytime soon since she was posing as a boy.
She cursed her errant thoughts and concentrated on maintaining her ruse.
There was noshortfall of wenches to choose from to warm Colin’s bed for the night. The one draped all over him like a cape got up when another wench shot her a stern look. Her large breasts were overflowing the top of her dress when she sidled over to him, pitcher in hand, and refilled his cup. She flashed him a smile, and sat on his lap. He smiled back. She wasn’t a stranger.
“It’s been a long time since ye’ve been here, Honey.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a full pout.
He nipped the air. He wanted to draw that pouty lip into his mouth.
“I’ve missed ye.” She thrust her chest into his. “Did ye miss me? Or just these?” She asked, rubbing her ample breasts against him.
“Aye, Morag.” He dipped his head and kissed the swells of soft skin she offered. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer to him. “I’ve been gone far too long.”
“Shall we,” his scalp tingled as she threaded her fingers through his hair, “take this elsewhere?” Morag cooed.
He vaguely registered someone nearby clearing their throat as he continued to nuzzle the breasts offered to him.
“Ahem.”
A light tap on his shoulder had him lifting his head and scowling at the lad standing next to him.
“Excuse me, sir?”
Colin let out an exasperated breath. “What do ye want?”
“Ye’re Captain Harris, right?” It was the lad he’d observed earlier. His voice had yet to change.
“In the flesh.” He said, then drew his tongue up the bountiful cleavage resting right in his face. Morag shivered on his lap and his cock hardened beneath her.
The boy shifted from one foot to another, his eyes darting back and forth between Colin and the wench sitting on his lap. Morag’s soft bottom was grinding on his swelling cock, making it difficult to ignore her.
“Well, what is it ye want?” He ground out, his patience wearing thin. He and Morag had business to attend to.
“I’d like to join yer crew,” the lad said. Colin looked him up and down and then laughed.
The lad was mayhap ten and four if he was being generous and skinnier than the rails on his ship. “I’m in no need of additional help.”
“Please, sir. I can,” he paused, bit his lower lip in the most unmanly way and looked like he was trying to come up with a reason why Colin should give him a spot on his crew. “I can cook.”
“We’ve got a cook. No need for more than one.”
“I, I, I can clean yer ship for ye.” He nodded, matter-of-factly. “I can mend. Surely, ye have garments that need attention.”
Colin was losing patience. Never mind the fact that all the tasks he’d offered so far were not things one expected to hear from a lad. He had a willing woman sitting on his lap ready to spend the night lost in carnal desires and the boy, who was in bad need of a meal by the looks of him, would not leave them alone.
“I want to be a pirate,” the boy blurted. Then he looked down at his small boots, before making eye contact with Colin again, his blue eyes wide.
Colin had a feeling the lad was gifted with the trait of persistence, and wasn’t going to leave him alone anytime soon. So, with a sigh, he kissed each breast being offered to him, before lifting the wench off his lap, and sending her on her way with a pat on her round bottom. He tilted his head and watched her walk, smiling as her arse swayed back and forth provocatively, teasing him as she widened the space between them.
