He moves to my other nipple, his tongue hot against me as he keeps moving his fingers in and out. My legs begin to shake, my body desperate for release. Then he pulls his fingers out and rubs my clit, giving me exactly what I need.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as I fold in on myself and explode, my body rolling in pleasure as his name is on my lips. I cry out, unable to hold it in as he masters me with nothing more than his fingers. He returns to my mouth, kissing me hard and swallowing each sound, each whimper, each whisper of his name. I ride his hand, taking everything he gives and demanding more until I’m barely able to stand.
When he finally lets me take a breath, his eyes are on mine, the intensity in him like the beam of a searchlight in dark waters.“Remember my words, lass.” He pushes his fingers inside me again, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. “Mine.”
He pulses into me a few more times, then brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, taking every bit of my wetness and making it his own. It’s erotic and filthy and so hot that I don’t know how I’m still standing.
“You taste just as sweet as I knew you would.” He grips my waist and lifts me, then spins and deposits me away from the door. “Come downstairs when you’re ready. The Guardians are here.”
The blood drains from my face. “Right now? You mean they’redownstairs?” I hiss.
His smirk is back, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Yes.”
I cover my face with my hands. They heard everything. Everything! There’s no way they didn’t. “I was so loud,” I whisper.
His smirk turns into a rakish grin. “I know, lass. Trust me, I know. I’m rather curious to see how loud you’ll be when I’m bollocks deep in your hot cunt.”
“Hook!” I slap his arm.
“I thought it was James. Or is that only when I’m inside you, lass?” He’s dripping with masculine pride. Why does he have to be sexy when he’s taunting me?
“Get out.” I point at the door.
“I’m going.” He strides out, a fucking jaunty whistle on his lips as he heads down the stairs. “Welcome!” His voice booms through the house.
I consider hiding in my closet, or maybe climbing out the window and asking Sally to somehow fly me away from here to avoid dying of embarrassment, but none of those things are legitimate options. Besides, I want to see Tiger Lily and Shiner again. Maybe they can shoot straight with me about what it’s going to take to fix the island’s magic. I fetch the little shoes Nessie put in the bottom of my closet and slip them on. I think maybe they’re satin or silk? Once again, I have no idea, but they’re soft and nice, the same color as my dress.
“Hey, Moira?” Widow’s voice is outside my door. “You, um,coming?” She doesn’t even bother to hide her snicker.
“Ugh.” I open the door and walk out, giving her the cold shoulder.
“Oh, come on.” She hooks her arm through mine. “You can’t be mad at me for that one. I couldn’t resist.”
I roll my eyes.
“Look at the rocks on you.” She taps her nail against the large sapphire. “I bet that’s from Hook’s private collection, the treasure to end all treasures.”
We stop at the top of the stairs. “Everyone heard?” I glimpse Starkey below. He’s looking up at me with a big smile on his face. Smee is, as usual, glaring at me.
“Yep, everyone heard.” Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover it.
“It’s fine. We’re pirates. We’ve heard it all. Come on. I still haven’t seen Tiger Lily.” She steps back and does a flourish with her arms. “What do you think?”
I finally pull myself out of my embarrassment and look at her. “Wow. You look like a goddess. Afertilitygoddess.”
Her emerald dress looks like velvet. It’s a wrap that hugs every bit of her curves and cuts so low between her breasts that I swear I almost see nipple. It’s long like mine, but her slit follows where the wrap opens all the way up to her hip where it’s tied together with a strip of fabric that is likely saying its prayers at the moment.
She primps her dark hair. “Yeah? You think I might get some alone time with Tiger Lily?”
“You might get some alone time with me if I were more experienced and in touch with my sexuality.” I nod appreciatively.
Her smile is genuine, and when she spins to give me a view of the back, her wings flutter happily.
“Gorgeous.” I would wish for even half of her curves, but of course there’s no wishing on Neverland.
“Thanks.” She takes my arm again. “It’s nice being the two hottest bits of ass on the entire island.”
“I guess that’s one way to put it.” I hold her a little tighter as we move down the stairs.
