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“Come for me,” she said, echoing his sentiment.
“No.”
He tugged her up and flipped them, spreading her out like a canvas on the sheets. He positioned himself between her legs, teasing for a few more seconds before his shaft was there, rubbing against her entrance. Cloudy green eyes met his, mirroring the desire he felt, body and soul. They blazed when he pushed inside her, then fluttered closed when he started moving.
He did slow thrusts at first, wanting this to last. But it couldn’t, not when they had already teased each other to the edge—not when this was a long time coming. Slow became fast, a staccato of plunges and gasps as they found out what ticked the other the most and used it to bring them higher. When she clutched his shoulders, he thrust his tongue in her mouth, imitating the rhythm of their fucking.
When she tensed against him, he thumbed her clit, pressing until he felt it: Nicola rocketing into pleasure so insane, she could only hold on to him. He kissed her, reveling in it, until she clenched around his cock and made him tense, too. Isaiah’s orgasm came choking him tight before releasing him into a world of unprecedented, extraordinary bliss. He collapsed into it, calling her name—not darling, but her name, the one he would never forget.
And she might have called his, too.
She was asleep, or at least she was pretending to be, to make it easier for them both. He should wake her up, make a joke or two, and thank her for ridding him of all the wondering that would have plagued him if they hadn’t done this. But that was a lie, and Isaiah was getting tired of lying. He snuck out before she could wake up, stumbling to the streets in a daze and questioning why instead of getting her purged out of his system, here he was pondering over how he could rouse her to that turned-on, desperate state again.
“Come off it, man. Focus.”
Talking to himself made him feel idiotic, but it couldn’t be helped. He did it a few more times, glad that at least in the Sky, everyone was a little bit crazy, and no one would be giving him odd looks. A few were wandering about in the area, silent and steps purposeful. A lone figure whistled as he passed by, the tune jagged but giving him pause. He turned to follow it, curiosity sparking. But then his steps were taking him elsewhere, and he was back in Ulric’s building in no time, sneaking in the window that Maddox had used.
“Idiot. That’s what you are, man. Sneaking in like some cad. Interrupting her rest.”
The first thing that hit him when he entered Nicola’s room was astonishment before a sour feeling crept in. He stared at the empty bed, then the bathroom’s open door, indicating no one was around. There it was, the evidence right in his face: that of Nicola moving on faster than he had as she had pretended to sleep, waited him out, and slipped off to either explore the Sky or start on her goal—the one he had never been privy to from the start.
And all she needed was a quick fuck to get herself going.
When he left, there was more gusto to his steps. Resolve pulsated in his blood, too, hastening his departure until he was no longer in the more civilized area. He refocused on the jagged tune he had heard earlier, whistling it under his breath before it registered that he was hearing it from another source. His ears perked, sharpening. His mind clicked, finally remembering.
“That’s the special hymn,” he called out to the passing figure. The man regarded him cautiously, noted the lack of a distinct hat or fancy add-ons, and relaxed slightly.
“Yes, it is.”
“Did you hear about Isaiah the Great’s return, then?”
Special hymns were only rampant in the Sky when the arrival of a very popular or dangerous pirate traveled through the news network, and he had only witnessed it once. Marko and the others were more familiar with it, given Cross’s inclination to always announce his presence, back when he was still “alive.”
Weird, because the crew that had originally been Cross’s never liked the spotlight that poked holes into Cross’s fabricated reputation. Surely, they didn’t accidentally let it spill now?
“Isaiah the Great is here? Are you serious?”
There was so much surprise in the man’s tone that Isaiah realized the mistake he had made right away. But he kept his composure.
“That’s what I heard. It was from a drunkard talking out of his ass, though, so who knows?”
The man turned pensive. “He hasn’t graced the Sky in a while.” Then the man shrugged and waved a hand dismissively. “That’s nice and all, but I think he picked the wrong timing to come back.”
“I don’t think the notorious captain would like hearing that,” Isaiah jested.
“I bet. I bet he also wouldn’t like hearing who is about to rain on his parade. I haven’t met him, but he always pegged me as a show-off…wait.” The man’s eyes narrowed. “You are not from his crew, are you?”
“No.” Technically the truth.
“Good. Or bad. Can you point me to the drunk man who told you? This development should be one for the books—anexplosionwhen they meet.”
“When who meets who?”
A name that froze him to the deepest core was uttered, and his body jerked hard. His ears roared as blood rushed up, silencing the rest of the man’s words and taking over what was left of his numbing mind. Then rabid ruminations kickstarted, clawing at him. He was here.
The man Isaiah had been preparing his reputation for was here.
Chapter 9
