I’m beginning to think I’ve been asking the wrong questions. What I need to know is what exactly started Neverland down this dark path. What did Hook do? Or what did Peter do? And if I ask either of them, will I get a straight answer?
“Ugh.” I bend me knees and slide beneath the surface of the water. It’s quieter here, the water a perfect buffer. My thoughts don’t get any clearer, though.
Unbidden, Hook’s filthy threat replays in my mind: “Let this be a warning to you, lass. If you look at me like that again, I’ll have your knees pinned to your ears and my cock so deep in your sweet cunt that you’ll feel me for days.”
“Oh my god.” I sit up, the water sluicing off my wet hair as an ache starts to thrum deep inside me.
Pressing my thighs together, I swipe the water from my face. “Nope, not happening.” But my chiding does nothing to stop me from hearing his words again and again, always in that deep voice that strokes along my secret places.
“This is a bad idea.” I ease my hand down my body, then rest it at the top of my thighs. “I shouldn’t.” I lean my head back and close my eyes.
My thighs part, and I slide my fingers right where I need them. I see Hook, his eyes so intense as he watches me. I imagine him here with me, watching me touch myself. The way he kissed me, the taste of him, the thick length in his pants. What would that feel like inside me?
I bite back a moan and stroke myself faster, my body tightening like a spring under pressure. He’s there in my mind, a sly smirk on his face as he leans over me, his eyes between my legs as I play my clit to his tune.
Then I see him on top of me, his cock pressed against me, touching me where no man ever has. When I imagine him entering me, my thighs shake. It’s too much, too damn much. I come hard, my body shattering into a million sparks beneath the water.
His name slips from me, and I bite my lip to keep quiet, to somehow contain the fevered pleasure that splits me apart and holds me together. I pulse and ache and soar, the sensation so much stronger than I remember. And the whole time, I see him, James Hook. My nightmare and my fantasy.
When I’m left with nothing but aftershocks, I go limp and finally manage to catch my breath. My body still hums, though my need is sated, for the moment. The ache remains, though. It’s undeniable, a longing that I’m afraid can only be answered byhim.
I jump when my bathroom door bursts open and I see Hook standing there, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair wet and dripping.
“What the hell?” I scream and try to cover myself.
“You called me. Are you okay?” He scans the bathroom, then turns to look back into the bedroom. The damp towel clings to his ass. When he turns again, it clings toallof him.
“Lass, are you all right?” He growls and stands over me.
“I’m fine. Get out!” I point to the door, then slap my hand back into the water to cover myself.
He looks down, taking me in. “Why’d you call me then?”
“I didn’t call you!”
“Lass, I know when I hear the name me mum gave me. You said ‘James’, and you said it …” He lets his eyes roam me again. “Desperately.” His gaze darkens when he meets my eyes again. “Did you not?” His tongue wets his bottom lip.
I want to sink under the water and wait him out until either he goes away, or I drown, because I can tell he knows. He flippin’knowswhat I was doing.
“I’m fine. Please go.”
“You’re close, lass.” He leans closer, the outline of his hard cock at eye level.
“Close to what?” I swallow hard.
“To giving me that same look. The one I warned you about.” He stares down at me, clearly not giving two shits that I’m naked and told him to leave.
But do I want him to leave? The pulse between my thighs says no. I have to force myself to look away from him. I can’t do this. Hell, I’veneverdone this. That’s a bucket of cold water—the thought that I’d be a bumbling fool at the whole sex thing.
“I see you’ve had a change of heart.” He steps back. “But I haven’t. If you need me, you call me. You say my name like that, lass, and I’ll come running and give you just what you need. I’ll lick your pleasure out of you, then fuck you so filthy and perfect, you’ll never be able to look at me the same way again.” The smirkon his lips, the way he seduces me with his words—god, I’m going to combust. “You’ll look at me as I am and still want every bit of me. The same way I look at you.”
A tremble rocks through me as he stalks from the room, his back tense, everything about him on edge.
When I hear the doors to his room slam, I let out a long, shaky breath, then hear the water switch on across the wall.
Shit, that must’ve been how he heard me. He was in the shower right next door. I must’ve missed it when I was … busy.
I move to get out of the tub, but then I hear a groan. My heart, already rampaging through my chest like a bull in the streets, kicks up a notch, and I lean closer to the wall.
