Page 31 of His Pirate Wife

She took a deep breath and huffed. “Captain, even you must realize the hypocrisy of your discontent. It isn’t after all onlyarmymen who think women don’t belong on the sea and those who are to be less than… wellbred.”

Devin felt heat rush to his face. Yes, he’d assumed wrongly, things about his wife when they first met, but she quickly corrected his course. Not so differently than she corrected that dog. “I’ll be told, Mia, when someone is trying to tangle the lines,” he said and then pulled her against him. “And tonight when we get home, I’ll make sure you don’t forget that,” he warned and bent his head to kissher.

“I don’t suppose you mean to use actual ropes to demonstrate what you mean, Captain?” she asked, smiling at him with every bit of pirate she had inher.

“If you need to be tied down before I take the belt to you,” he said and smiled when he heard her little gasp. It wasn’t fear in the sound, “I can dothat.”

“You are so good to me, Captain,” shepurred.

“Say my name, Mia,” he said against herlips.

“Devin.”

Chapter 11

“Mia,”Devin yelled then laughed as he escaped out the door of the bedroom and down the stairs. “Stop being wicked,woman.”

“Come Captain,” Mia said, coming out of the room wearing only his shirt, and her stockings and garters. “Just let me straighten one more thing before I let those stupid children haveyou.”

“If I let you straighten that again, pirate, I’ll never get the chance to make those children sailors. Now shove off before I find myself sunk,” he said even as he waited for Mia to make her way down the stairs and into hisarms.

“Ah, Captain I’d rather pumpyour—”

He didn’t let her finish as his lips closed over hers and he pushed his tongue in her mouth to taste her sweetness. For all he’d complained about her making lewd suggestions, the kiss had his cock twitching. Breaking contact he breathed deep, drawing in her scent, heavy with molasses and he almost groaned remembering how she’d sat on the bench and removed the hair from her body before getting in the tub of hot water and asking him to wash herback.

He’d washed more than her back and he’d explored every silky inch of her freshly depilated skin. Then he’d bent her over the bench and explored more than her skin. He groaned again then growled and pulled back, his cockaching.

“You’re going to make me late, and how would it look for the captain to step on deck last?” She only giggled and shrugged. “You’re why servicemen shouldn’t marry,” Devin scolded, and Mia giggled more, then dashed behind the parlor door when someone knocked on the front. “Ah, a line has been tossed,” he teased and blew a kiss at her when shefrowned.

“A letter for Captain Cadley?” the boy at the door asked holding out anenvelope.

“Captain Cadley,” Devin grumped reaching in his pocket for a shilling to give theboy.

“Thank you, sir,” the boy said, delighted with the payment. “Thank you, good day.” He tipped his hat and rushedoff.

“For Captain Cadley,” Devin repeated as he stepped in enough to hand the letter to his wife. “Perhaps Mrs. Winthrop will meet me for lunch,” he suggested lifting his coat from the hook by thedoor.

“Perhaps she’ll eat you for lunch,” Mia said then smiled beautifully at him as he stepped out and closed thedoor.

Her suggestion stayed with him through the morning making it hard to concentrate on teaching the legal aspects of transboundary waters and maritime jurisdiction to the senior cadets as well as to tolerate the whining of the first year boys learning the names of the lines and sails. He was reaching his limit when the door opened, and Mia stepped in and took a seat. Devin barely caught the quick wave as the admiral closed thedoor.

“Mr. Parsons,” Devin called trying to refocus on the group of lads standing at the table nearest him. The model ship they were using to help identify the various parts of rigging seemed in danger of being smashed as their frustrations grew. There was little difference at the three other tables with the three other groups. “Have you managed to identify the lines making up the runningrigging?”

“The stays, sir?” Mr. Parsons, who was all of fourteen didn’t soundsure.

“That would be standing, but go on and be more specific, man,” Devin said hoping he sounded encouraging. Aboard ship he knew he could do this lesson with some enjoyment, but it wasn’t the same when he couldn’t feel the wind and spray in hisface.

“Running… stay?” the boy asked, and Devin squeezed his eyesshut.

“Runningbackstay, Mr. Parson. And itspurpose?”

“I don’t know, sir,” the boy said clearly as frustrated as the rest of them with the complex workings that made up the rigging on aship.

“Why must we learn this? We’ll be officers, won’t we? Isn’t it for the sailors to know this?” Mr. Jinkins whined. Or maybe he didn’t whine, maybe it was just hisvoice.

“All on board are sailors, man, and all on board have a responsibility to know the workings of the ship,” Devin said and tried to smile. This was why boys needed to be put on a ship young and work their way up. Not given status because of a lesson in abuilding.

“No one can know all this. It’s impossible,” another boycomplained.

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