Rescued By the Captain

by Laura A. Barnes

  “How did you come to be on that lifeboat, with nothing but the clothes on your body? You can’t remember why you where floating out in the middle of nowhere?” Thorn asked.

  Ivy pulled away from Thorn, getting up from the chair, she walked to the other side of the cabin. She started to rub her head, pacing back and forth in the small cabin. The cabin was made even smaller with his presence. She couldn’t escape him. She knows he wants answers, but she must protect Charles as much as she can, for as long as she can. He wouldn’t understand the desperate measures they were in. But at the same time she needed Thorn’s protection.

  Thorn watched as Ivy paced back and forth across his cabin. He knew she was lying again, but he was also watching her struggle. She wanted to tell him, but she was protecting herself. He wished she would just confide in him and tell him her secrets. He needed to persuade her somehow.

  “Ivy, let me help you,” Thorn pleaded.

  Ivy just shook her head at him, not trusting herself to speak. Her eyes pleaded with him to give her time. He could feel the sorrow in her eyes down to his bones. He wanted to take that confusion and soothe her fears away. But she needed to trust him; he couldn’t do it for her.

  Thorn reached out to grab his cap and stuff it on his head. He slid his hands through his coat and stalked to the door. Turning around he pierced her with his dark eyes.

  “You’re running out of time Ivy.” He said as he walked out of the cabin slamming the door.

  He walked up to the deck in search of Sammy. Thorn found him looking through the scope off into the distance. Looking in the same direction, he spotted a small speck in the horizon. He knew what it was and knew that it was only a matter of time before they had some company. It looked like Ivy’s admirers were on the lookout for her.

  “Is that what you need to discuss Sammy,” Thorn asked nodding his head off in the distance.

  He held out his hand for the scope. Sammy handed it over and Thorn looked to see who they were going to have for company. The ship was an unmarked with no friendly flags flying at its staff. An unmarked ship during war meant only one thing, pirates. He had a feeling on who this particular pirate was. When their ship did catch up with Thorn’s ship, he had to make sure that Ivy was kept hidden. If not, she was going to be in more danger than she already was.

  “Yeah, Captain, it looks like trouble. Do you think that is the ship Lady Ivy came from?”

  “I’m afraid so Sammy.”

  “Has she told you anything yet?”

  “No, but it looks like she has run out of time and is going to have to talk to me now.”

  “What do you want us to do Captain?”

  Thorn looked through the scope turning around and checking out their surroundings. He spotted a stretch of land in the distance, where they could maneuver the ship into hiding. He just hoped they had enough time to get there. With a couple of their sails torn from the storm and repairs still being done, it was a long shot. But they still had to try.

  “See that piece of land Sammy?” Thorn pointed into the distance.

  “Yes sir. You want us to steer her there?” Sammy asked.

  “I think it will be a good hiding place for a while, if we can get her there in time. Get the boys to raise the sails that work and get us there before dark. While you do that, I’m going down below to get my answers.”

  Thorn turned and began to march back down to his cabin as he heard Sammy give out the yell for all hands-on deck. It would take the whole crew to race the ship ahead and to get into hiding before the other ship gained more ground on them. He ran down the stairs and threw open the door to the cabin, slamming it against the wall. He came down to get some answers and answers he was going to get.

  Chapter 7

  But he was caught off guard instead; he paused in the doorway stunned by the sight before him. Then he slowly smiled and quietly shut the door. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed. His eyes slowly devouring the sight before him.

  Ivy heard the shouts above the cabin as the crew hurried to move the ship to a new location. She thought it would be a perfect time to get cleaned up. Ivy figured Thorn would be too busy with the crew and his ship. She figured wrong. As she was sliding off Thorn’s shirt and cleaning her body with some fresh water and soap, the door flung open, startling her.

  Ivy stood in shock as she looked up and saw Thorn standing in the doorway with a growl on his face. Then she watched as he silently shut the door and leaned back against it with a devilish smile covering his face. She didn’t know whether she would rather deal with his growl or the smile. Either way she was in danger and needed to cover herself. She reached for the towel and covered her body.

  Thorn just stood there smiling at her, watching her become flustered. He had her right where he wanted her now. One way or another he was going to get his answers. Also, he was going to make her his. This was going to be a productive afternoon after all. He didn’t speak; he was waiting for her to talk. His silence would be his weapon.

  Ivy was speechless. His silence was unnerving. Wrapping the towel around her body, she needed to make her way to the bed for the blanket or for the fresh shirt she had laid out. But as soon as she moved to the bed, Thorn moved towards her. She was caught, she knew it. He was not going to show mercy on her anymore. He was going to get all the answers to his questions. Ivy was powerless to him. She knew deep in her heart that she would be unable to resist whatever he asked or wanted from her.

  “Thorn, please give me a few moments to get changed,” Ivy stammered.

  Thorn just shook his head at her, for he was still not speaking to her. He didn’t have to; his eyes said it all. They had grown darker with, what Ivy could only see as desire. This was same look he had given her all those years ago, in the garden when he had kissed her. His eyes were making love to her as they slowly slid up and down her body looking at every inch of her. Ivy knew she should be embarrassed standing here naked with just a towel covering herself, but the look in his eyes overwhelmed her. She didn’t know how to react; it made her feel all warm and safe when he looked at her like that.

  Ivy inched her way over to the bed to grab his shirt to cover her body, but Thorn ripped it out of her hands. Pulling her body up against his, he slid his arm tight around her waist, trapping her in his hold. He slid his other hand through her long, blond tresses as his mouth lowered to her lips. Thorn held her head as he devoured her lips. His kisses were staking his claim on her. He slid his tongue across her lips forcing his way into her mouth. He heard her whimper, but couldn’t stop himself, from tasting her. Kissing her hungrily, he let her know of his need for her.

  When he pulled away from her lips he starred into her eyes and saw her eyes as they blazed with anger. She began to beat her fists against his chest. It seemed she was going to fight this attraction that was building between them.

  “Why are you being such a bully to me Thorn that was all uncalled for,” Ivy shouted at him.

  Thorn didn’t let go of his hold of Ivy. He pulled her even tighter against his body. Feeling her naked breasts pressing into his chest, he raised his hand to feel her soft skin, running it up and down her side. His hand lingering near her breast, his thumb tracing the edge. Rubbing little circles closer to her nipples, he felt them tighten against his chest, letting him know that she wanted him too. Even though she was hitting and shouting at him, she was just as excited as he was.

  “Your time is up Ivy, I will have my answers now,” Thorn demanded.

  “I have no answers to give you Thorn,” Ivy continued to lie to him.

  “Are you sure about that Ivy? Maybe I will just have to coax them out of you.”

  “Let go of me Thorn.”

  Ivy struggled against Thorn, trying to wiggle out of his hold of her.

  Thorn laughed softly, “You aren’t going anywhere my darling Ivy. I guess coaxing it is.”

  Ivy tried to free herself out of Thorn’s arms. She knew it was useless, but she still tried. What did he me
an by coaxing it out of her? How was he going to coax it out of her? She put her hands up to his chest to push herself out of his arms and her fingers touched his bare chest. Without realizing what she was doing, she let her fingers explore his hard chest where his shirt was opened. When her fingers dipped lower into his shirt, she heard Thorn let out a low growl. Startled, Ivy pulled her hand out of his shirt and looked up into Thorn’s eyes. What she saw in his eyes, both scared and excited her.

  His eyes were so intense; she had never seen them so dark before. He looked at her as if he desired her more than anything else. But how could that be? He, himself stated that he didn’t love her all those years go. But his eyes were saying something altogether different. Then Ivy realized that he didn’t have to love her to desire her. How naïve she was. Were his desire and not his love enough for her? Could she let Thorn desire her, make love to her, without his love?

  The only thing Ivy knew was that she has been so lonely these last seven years, without Thorn in her life. All her life, he had been there, until he left. He had left such a void, that she was always unable to fill. If this was the only way she could have Thorn, then she would let him make love to her, she loved him enough for the both of them. This time, she wouldn’t tell him, she would be sophisticated like all the older women of the ton. She would give him her body but not her heart.

  Thorn always could read Ivy by the look in her eyes. He knew the exact moment that she would be his. Watching the emotions play through her eyes he could see the confusion and her need for him. Then he knew when she made the decision to open her heart to him. Her eyes took on a soft glow as her body relaxed against his. She decided not to fight what was meant to be.

  He softly nibbled his way down to her throat, kissing her soft skin. He breathed in her sweet scent and kissed his way back up to her ear.

  He whispered in her ear, “While I loved you wearing my shirt, you look even better in my towel.” He watched her blush all over, as he slowly slid the towel away from her body. “But you look even better without the towel.”

  He bent down and picked Ivy up into his arms. Encircling her arms around his shoulders, she pulled his head down for a kiss. She placed her lips against his kissing him with soft, sweet innocent kisses. As he lowered her body onto his bed, he opened his mouth inviting her tongue into his mouth. He let her kiss him; letting her tongue explore his mouth, tasting him. But his control could only last for so long. Her innocent touch and kisses was pushing him to his limits. He knew that he had to take this slow for her. It was her first time and he wanted it to be everything that she had ever dreamed of. He had craved this for years and his control was on the verge of letting loose; but he had to rein in his control just a little bit longer.

  Thorn took over the kiss with all the passion that he had been holding back since she awoke a few days earlier. His mouth devoured hers’ as his hands stroked up and down her body. He was touching her everywhere, everywhere that he had dreamed of for years, and was now making it a reality.

  “Touch me Ivy,” Thorn whispered.

  Ivy looked up into Thorn’s eyes and read the need in his eyes for her touch. She reached out and slid her hands down his chest until she reached the buttons on his shirt. She looked back up at him again and he shook his head yes at her unanswered question. Ivy’s hand shook as she began to unbutton his shirt. She fumbled with the first couple of buttons and Thorn lost patience, sweeping the shirt up over his head.

  Ivy’s eyes watched as Thorn took off his shirt, watching as his arms lowered back down again to her. Ivy ran her hands up the muscles of his arms, feeling their strength ripple under her fingertips. She brought her hands up over his shoulders and slid them down his chest. Her fingertips were softly touching his hard, firm chest and gliding down to his stomach. She felt Thorn suck in a breath as her hands slid lower brushing back and forth across his stomach. She had dreamed of this for years; of being able to touch him like this. Nothing prepared her for this though. The feel of his body under her hands made her feel so alive and powerful.

  Thorn pressed the lower part of his body into Ivy’s center. Ivy could feel his hardness press into her stomach. She could feel how hard Thorn was for her. It didn’t even frighten her; she had been waiting a lifetime for this.

  Ivy softly brushed her hand against the outside of Thorn’s pants. She heard Thorn hiss. He suddenly reached down and pulled Ivy’s hands into his. He knew he couldn’t hold onto his control if she would touch him there. He already felt like he could explode. Her innocent touch was making him slip deeper into needing to release himself into her beautiful body.

  Thorn was in heaven. He never thought he would experience Ivy touching him like this. He thought she would be too shy to touch him. His body felt like it was on fire. Every stroke of her hand on him only made him hotter. When she brushed her hand against his cock, it took all he could do to stop himself from pulling her legs apart and entering her in one long slow thrust.

  “We need to slow down Ivy,” Thorn said as he brushed her fingers across his lips.

  “Why?” Ivy asked as she pressed herself into his hardness.

  Ivy reached out, putting her lips against his neck kissing her way up to his ear.

  “Touch me Marcus,” Ivy whispered.

  Marcus moaned from hearing her saying his god given name and he began to kiss Ivy with such passion as his hands slid down to her breasts, palming them in his hands. He ran his thumb across her nipples, brushing them back and forth until they hardened like little pebbles. He softly pinched them between his fingers and felt Ivy moan into his mouth.

  Sliding his mouth away from Ivy’s lips, he made his way down to her breasts. His tongue slowly circled a nipple, licking softly. He heard Ivy gasp as he placed his mouth on her nipple and gently suck. His tongue began licking the tip of her nipple as he gently sucked it between his lips. Her nipple hardened even tighter in his mouth.

  Ivy reached out and grabbed Marcus’s shoulders as he made love to her breasts. He softly nibbled on the nipples back and forth, sucking them, kissing them. She ran her fingers through his long dark hair holding his head to her breasts. The feel of Marcus’s lips kissing her breasts was making Ivy burn. She felt so hot and her body felt so out of her control. She didn’t want him to stop, she wanted more. She didn’t know what she wanted or needed. She just knew that she needed more of his touch.

  Marcus wanted and needed more from her too, so as he was softly biting on her nipples he let his hand roam down past her stomach and down to explore in her curls. He felt her buck against him, and try to close her legs.

  Marcus pulled his mouth away from her breasts and whispered, “Open up for me Ivy, please darling. I’m only going to help you. You ache there don’t your dear?”

  Ivy nodded her head, too overwhelmed with all the feelings happening in her body. How did he know that she ached there and how could he help her, Ivy wondered? Ivy slid her legs apart for Marcus, trusting him with her body.

  Marcus slid his hand up Ivy’s thigh slowly. He brushed this thumb across her clit and could feel her heat. He opened her legs wider, sliding his finger up and down across her center. Her wetness was soaking his finger, he moaned as he began to suck on her breast again. As he drew her nipple deeper into his mouth, he slid his finger inside her, sinking his finger deep into her wetness. He felt Ivy press herself into his finger and he moaned. This was driving him senseless to go so slowly, but at the same time it was so pleasurable. He has never in his lifetime felt this kind of connection before with another woman. He knew it would be like this with her.

  He slid his finger in and out of Ivy, building up her pressure. As his fingers were pleasuring her, his mouth explored her body. Kissing her all over, feeding his hunger. He felt her body climbing higher towards release and he wanted to join her.

  He pulled away from Ivy and slid his pants off; joining her again on the bed he pulled her into his arms. He brushed her long hair back from her face and kissed her forehead.

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bsp; “This is going to hurt a little Ivy. It will only hurt the first time, I would take the pain myself if I could, but I can’t. I will be as gentle as I can. Do you trust me Ivy?” Marcus asked.

  “Yes, Marcus I trust you always.”

  Marcus reached down and stroked her again, sliding his finger inside her again, in and out. Building her passion for him, as he felt her tighten around his finger, he gently slid himself inside her.

  He felt her stiffen in his arms at the intrusion. He knew that he was going to hurt her and that pained him, but he knew after he got through her resistance he could show her unbelievable pleasure. The kind of pleasure that was one of a kind for them, that could only be shared together.

  He lowered his head and whispered, “Trust me Ivy,” as he kissed her deeply. She ran her fingers through his hair pulling his head down for his kiss, she deepened the kiss to distract herself from the pain.

  As he felt Ivy relax against him, Marcus slid all the way inside her, filling her completely. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers as he calmed his body from taking her too fast. Placing a gentle kiss on her lips, he began the sweet decent into pleasure.

  He began to slide in and out of Ivy, moving his body slowly and gently with hers. He heard her moan and looked down into her eyes. Seeing her eyes fill with passion and heat, he began to move more quickly. She watched him as she started to move her body along with his, holding onto his arms as the passion overtook them both. He didn’t know where he began and she ended, they became one together, as they were always meant to be.

  Ivy felt the same as Marcus. As Marcus gently made love to her for the first time, Ivy felt whole. She had never felt this connection with anybody but Marcus. Ivy moved her body with Marcus, clinging to him as he made love to her. She felt the pressure building up in her body and didn’t know what was happening to herself; but she trusted Marcus to ease the ache that was consuming her. Pressing herself up tighter to his body, she clung to him, kissing his chest, and moaning his name. She needed to release this pressure.