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Chapter Sixteen
Royce checked the area again to make sure no one was lingering about. He was a more than a little ticked that Russell had asked him to perform this job, which should have gone to one of the boat hands.
But then again, it was good that one of the park owners was around to make sure no one was left. And he was sure everyone was gone. All except for one person: Melani.
He'd watched the boats load and had not seen her since Ellie and Russell had left. He'd asked several people and they'd all said they hadn't seen her either. He figured she had slipped by him and taken an earlier boat.
He waved at Jake, who was piloting the last boat away from the dock. He turned to walk toward the smaller boat he would take back to the main land, stopping when the sound of footsteps resounded through the quiet.
"Hello? I thought everyone was gone. I..."
Melani stepped out of the forest, dressed in full pirate regalia. She wore a black skirt, complete with numerous petticoats that were tied up at the sides, displaying her legs and a white shirt that was open to her navel, giving him more than an ample view of her magnificent breasts. Her hat looked perfect. And she was holding a sword, which she proceeded to aim at him.
"Melani, I..."
"Silence, prisoner. It's Captain Melani to you."
Royce laughed and shook his shoulders. “You can't be serious. Look, let's go back to the..."
"Did I say you could talk? One more word out of you and you walk the plank. She stepped toward him and he felt his cock spring to attention, stifled by his own tight pants.
"What are you doing?"
"What every good pirate does. You taught me that. I'm taking what I want. And what I want is you."
"One last night, huh?"
"Did I give you leave to speak?” She gently touched the sword against his chest and Royce pulled back.
"Shit. That's real."
"You're my prisoner,” she answered. She waved the sword toward the bungalows. “Go to number three. And don't make any sudden moves."
Royce bit back a grin. If Melani wanted one last night with him, then who was he to argue? Right now his cock would commit mutiny if he turned her down.
"Aye, aye, Captain Melani."
He headed toward the cabins, trying not to laugh. He wondered if this had been her idea, or Ellie's. And he knew now why Russell had asked him to stay behind and make sure everyone was gone from the island.
He made his way to the bungalows and went into number three.
Every surface in the area had been lined with white candles. The glow was brilliant.
Melani stepped in behind him and closed the door.
"Wow. You've had this all planned..."
"Strip."
"But Captain,” Royce said. “I'm a virgin."
He grinned as Melani bit her lip. “Not for long. Strip and lie on the bed. I'm not afraid to use this if I have to."
She wiggled the sword at him and when she did, her breasts jiggled.
Royce nodded and did his best to paste a frightened look on his face. He was harder than he'd been all week.
He quickly stripped, his cock springing out with joy when his pants were gone. He moved toward the bed and stopped. Were those ... crap!
"Um, Melani."
"Did you hear me, prisoner. I said lie down."
"You're not going to tie me up."
"Oh yes, I am. Tit for tat, captive. Now lie down, before I use my sword to convince you properly."
Royce stood rooted to the spot. He'd never been tied to a bed in his life. He'd always been the one doing the tying. Still, he trusted Melani, and playing along with her game might be fun.
He lay in the center of the bed, relaxing into the mattress.
"Raise your hands above your head and secure them in the ties."
He did as she asked, amazed to find that the silk scarves were ready to be used. He pushed his hands through the loose knots.
Then he took a deep breath.
"All right captain. Do your worst."
* * * *
Melani placed the sword on the able, careful to put a protective cover over the tip. She crossed to the top of the bed and smiled down at Royce, leaning over to tighten the bonds around his wrists.
Her breasts dangled in front of his face and she moaned softly when his tongue ran over her flesh.
"Stop that. Who's the captain here and who's the captive?” She crossed to the bottom of the bed and secured each of his ankles to the posts.
"Comfortable?"
He grinned. “I will be when you climb on top of me."
"Who said I'm going to?"
She watched panic flitter across Royce's face. His cock stood hard and proud in the air. Her words seemed to make it harder.
"Melani."
"Captain Melani."
He remained silent, relaxing his head against the pillow.
"Say it."
"No."
"Do I need to get out my sword?"
"I think we already have one of those.” His eyes drifted to his cock. “Fuck me, Melani."
"Not yet."
She sat down near the foot of the bed, trailing her fingers up and down his legs. “Say, ‘fuck me, Captain Melani.’”
"When did you get so bossy, and how come you're not blushing?"
She tickled his balls, grinning when his cock jumped in response.
"Or how about, ‘fuck me, Captain Red.’”
"Melani."
"Do you want me, Royce?"
She straddled him, sitting on his stomach and pushing the blouse aside so that her breasts spilled forth. She pushed them together, massaging them and plucking at her hard nipples.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Captain Red.” He smiled, then darted his tongue out. “Please, baby."
She leaned over him, placing her nipples inches away from his mouth. His tongue darted out again and she felt the wetness sliding from her slit.
"Suck me, my captive."
She leaned further down and moaned when he captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep into his mouth. After a few seconds, he abandoned it for the second one.
Melani felt like she would topple over the edge. His teeth were doing wicked things to her, gently nibbling on the hard buds.
"Delicious,” he said softly. “Are you wet, Captain?"
"I am, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to take you quite yet."
She leaned over and kissed his nose, trailing her tongue down the slope to his lips. She meant to pull back but Royce leaned up, capturing her lower lip between his own.
"Stop that. I'm in charge."
"Says you. You're going too slow."
"You think?” She leaned back. “I rather enjoy watching you ache for me."
She lifted herself from his body, stepping away from the bed and twirled away.
"Would you like to see me naked?"
"Melani, you're killing me.” Royce pulled against his bonds and she laughed. She inched the skirt and petticoats from her body, leaving the shirt in place.
She straddled him again, sitting on his thighs and running her fingers up his stomach. Their gazes locked and for a moment, she thought she would lose it. The plan was for her to take him, and then tell him that she loved him, that she wanted to stay with him.
It was hard to stick with it, though, sitting on top of Royce, her body aching for him as much as her heart was. She brought her fingers down and trailed them over his cock, up and down the sides, reveling in the hissing noise that escaped from Royce's lips.
"Baby. Please."
She teased the tip, sliding her finger over the slit, moving the small amount of liquid over the head. She trailed her fingers down to his balls, gently cupping each one and then moving back to stroke his shaft.
"Melani, please. A few more movements like that and it'll be all over. I've wanted you the whole damn night."
"Really? Cause I
wanted you all night, too.” She wrapped her hand around him and gently pumped him.
"Melani!” He pulled against the bonds and a ripping sound rent through the air. Melani groaned, placing herself over him and centering his cock at her opening. She slid down gently.
She felt him pull on his bonds again and this time the ripping noise was louder. Seconds later, Royce's hands were on her hips, pushing her further down on his shaft.
"Oh, God. I can't stand it any longer.” He encouraged her to rock back and forth on him, his hands moving from her hips to under the shirt, gently caressing her stomach and teasing her bellybutton before moving to her breasts.
Melani rocked faster as he tweaked her nipples.
"That's it, faster, harder. Oh yeah, so good."
Melani closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Royce moving inside her. It was as if they'd become one person, joined together forever. Each thrust of his cock in and out of her body brought her closer to orgasm and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold back what she wanted to say.
She leaned over and kissed him, plundering his mouth as he pulled her face closer.
When her orgasm hit she screamed out his name. She heard him groan out his own release. She bore herself down on him as he pounded inside her, his release sending her over the edge again.
"Royce. Oh fuck, Royce."
"That's it. Oh yeah. My Captain Red."
She collapsed against his heaving chest, her own quaking body pressing into him. When she'd recovered her breath, she said softly. “I love you. I love you so much. Please, Royce, please..."
He pushed her back, capturing her face between his hands. He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs, a huge smile on his face.
"Please what, Red?"
"Please tell me you feel the same way."
She could feel his cock, hard and pulsing inside her.
"What do you think?"
"No. Please, tell me."
"Oh Melani. I fell in love with you the minute I saw you."
Tears slipped from her face.
"Do you mean it?"
"Yeah, Red, I mean it."
"Good. Because I'm staying here, if that's okay with you."
He laughed, the booming sound echoing off the walls.
"Well?"
"There's just one condition we need to discuss.” He pulled her face down to his and kissed her.
"What's that?"
"I do the tying, and you get tied. Got it?"
"I don't know. We'll see."
He made an effort to pull her over, but groaned in disgust when his legs wouldn't move.
"Untie me,” he growled.
"Make me.” She jumped from the bed and ran for the sword. She turned in time to see him jump from the bed. She knew the ties weren't that tight, but still. That had been awfully quick.
She lifted the sword toward his chest.
"Pledge your fealty to my sword, pirate."
"With pleasure, wench.” He kissed the sword and then gently pushed it aside. “Now, about that condition."
He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, his tongue taking possession of her mouth.
When he started to trail kisses down her neck, she pushed him away. “You will marry me, won't you? Because I was thinking..."
"Hush, Red. No planning tonight. Just you and I together. Tomorrow we'll plan."
"But, you will..."
"Yes, I will."
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Epilogue
"Cantor! In my office."
Melani shook her head and then skipped toward Josh Martin's office.
"What? I have things to do, you know."
"Yeah, like packing, which really sucks. Tell me, how am I supposed to edit these stories if you're not here?"
"Oh please, Josh. I gave you notice two weeks ago. Besides, there's e-mail, and faxes, and phones. You can call me, you know. Florida is just on the edge of the country, not the other side of the world.
"I can't believe you're leaving us. You go to Florida in a business suit and come back in jeans and a risqué blouse like I've never imagined."
Melani laughed.
"Look. I promised Royce I'd be home an hour ago. I don't want to keep him waiting any more. Our plane leaves in two hours."
"Fine. I guess ... what the hell?"
"Where's my wench?” The voice boomed across the newsroom and Melani shook her head.
"I guess I left him waiting too long."
She turned to watch her pirate stride into the newsroom. He wore tight jeans and a loose white shirt. His long hair was unbound and cascaded over his shoulder. He instantly made her wet.
"I can't believe you're leaving us for a pirate."
Melani ran to the door, covering her mouth with her hands at the sight of her former co-workers gaping at Royce.
"Okay, wench. Time to go.” He cocked his finger at her. “We have things to do, you know."
"I know. But Josh said he needs...” the air left Melani's body as Royce leaned over and pulled her over his shoulder.
"Royce!"
"If you need her, call her. We have a plane to catch."
"Royce, put me down!"
"Hush, wench.” Royce started to walk from the room as several staff members clapped and gave wolf-whistles.
When they were near the elevators he set her down and pressed the button.
"You know, just because you're my fiancé now doesn't mean you can be so bossy and carry me out of rooms, I mean, I'm my own person and..."
Royce pulled Melani into his chest, silencing her words with a kiss. After a few minutes, he pulled back.
"You talk too much,” he said softly. “And you think too much. Tell me what you're feeling right now."
"Love. Absolute love."
"Good. Then we're on the same track."
"It's just that I think we should..."
"Red. Shut up and kiss me."
Melani bit her lip and then did just that.
THE END
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Chapter One
"You could sue him, you know."
Quinn Nicholas pushed on her end of the mattress and sighed. God bless Dev. She loved him, really she did. But now was not the time.
"Dev. Do me a favor. Let's get this huge thing you bought up the stairs and then we'll discuss legal advice."
"I'm just saying..."
From beside her, a second deep male voice rang out.
"Merde! It's slipping, Dev. Pull, ya bioque, pull."
Quinn fought back a laugh.
"I'm the idiot?” Dev's voice was angry.
The mattress slipped further down and Quinn's laughter died. “Dev! You're going to crush us. Pull!"
"Take it back, Fletch."
"Embrasse mon techeue,” Fletch said, his Cajun accent strong. “Jus’ move ya’ ass!"
"We'll see who's kissing whose ass later,” Dev said, pulling on the mattress.
They made it up a few more steps and Quinn thanked the stars above they'd already set up the frame for this huge bed and moved the two box springs, which held up the California King bed Fletch and Dev had just bought for their bedroom. The springs hadn't been hard to move up the stairs. The top mattress, however, was huge, and unwieldy, and was proving difficult.
She peered around the edge to see how much further they had to go and sighed—at least ten more steps until the second floor, then another flight until the third.
"We're going to have to take a break on the second,” she said, panting with exertion.
"No way,” Dev said. “If we stop we won't start again. We need to get this done."
"Slave driver,” she whispered und
er her breath. She sighed with relief when Dev pulled the mattress onto the landing and the three of them paused to take a breath.
"OK. Maybe just a second or two,” Dev said, leaning against the wall.
Quinn swallowed a smile and wiped her brow with the back of her hand.
"I've got to hand it to you two. You know how to take a girl's mind off her work troubles."
"That salaud you work for don't know his ass from his lips,” Fletch said. “If he was smart, you'd be the new anchor at WXBJ, no’ that bimbo, Stephanie Marks."
She shook her head in exasperation. “Well, Stephanie's a perfect size two, and I'm not, am I? He gave me some excuse about me being too valuable a reporter to put behind an anchor desk, which is a load of crap. You're right, Fletch, he's a bastard."
"Sue them,” Dev said, standing up and pulling his end of the mattress toward the stairs.
Quinn and Fletch both let out weary breaths.
"That was a short break,” Fletch said.
"It won't take long if we just get our asses in gear,” Dev said. “Now push."
Ten minutes later, they arrived in the master bedroom, which took up almost the entire third floor of the house. They placed the cumbersome mattress on the box springs and the three of them collapsed on top of it, Quinn in the middle, their chests all heaving as they fought to get their breathing back under control.
After a few minutes, Dev pushed himself up on his elbows and stared down at Quinn.
"So, are you going to sue?"
"For what? Being passed over for a job? That would pretty much make me unemployable in this town, and I love New Orleans. I don't want to leave."
"She's right,” Fletch said. “I say we contact my Aunt Margrette, she's a voodoo priestess."
"Have you lost your mind?” Dev shook his head and stared at his lover.
"No,” Fletch said, standing and heading toward the bathroom.
Quinn laughed as Dev stood and stalked after him. She could hear their voices carry across the room as they argued the pros and cons of a voodoo priestess and whether she could actually help with her problems.
She lay back down on the mattress and sighed. She'd lived in New Orleans for three years now, and she'd loved every minute of it. She'd been very lucky to find a room to rent with the handsome men who were now arguing twenty feet away from her.
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