Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
TALLY
The last couple of days have gone the same. Wake up, quick orgasm with Cyrus before we both have to go to our duties, then when the evening rolls around, we meet in her room in the inn, and fuck until we pass out.
It’s been delightful.
Except I know it’s been weighing on Cyrus that Amara has yet to wake up. Five days is a long time for anybody to be out cold. I’ve seen the nervous looks the crew’s doctor gave his wife when he left her room earlier this morning. Even he’s worried she’s not going to wake up.
I have concerns if she’ll wake up again. Although I’m crossing everything that I can, she’ll wake up. And soon. I know Cyrus will be destroyed if Amara made it this far only to die now.
I really don’t want to see her destroyed, torn apart by the loss of Amara. It’ll remind me that’s who Cyrus truly loves. Not me.
Shaking the negative thoughts from my head, I smile at the next patron ordering mead, ale, rum and everything else on the menu.
One hour till closing time. Sixty minutes. Three thousand-six-hundred seconds.
It can’t come quick enough.
Instead, the minutes drag out, slow and torturous as patrons order more and more, using every tankard this place has. Tomorrow I’m taking a day off. Or at least not working until close.
I’m so tired and so horny.
Slowly, closing rolls around and I rush through closing up and cleaning before running upstairs. I barely remember to say goodbye to the people who worked with me behind the bar tonight.
Once I’m in front of Cyrus’s door I don’t bother knocking, just barrel inside and immediately start untying the laces at the front of my dress.
I regret putting on such a complicated dress this morning.
I let out a grumble as the ties fight back against me and my need to be undressed five minutes ago.
A low chuckle vibrates across the room as Cyrus walks over from the window. She’s only wearing a half done up, oversized shirt. The material grazing the tops of her thighs and the open top giving a delicious peak at her cleavage.
She stops in front of me, her fingers replace mine on the ties, deftly releasing them. She makes quick work of the ties, until the dress loosens enough to fall off my shoulders.
She bends down, putting her mouth to my ear, delicately leaving a kiss on the shell before whispering, “Are we desperate tonight?”
I growl, fuck yes I’m desperate. Especially after she walked through the tavern winking at me, something so out of character and bold, it ruined my undergarments immediately and left me a mess all fucking evening.
“Yes I’m desperate.” I grit out. “I need my pussy on yours in the next five seconds.”
She grins, bright and wide and it takes my breath away. She’s stunning when she smiles, it's a shame the world doesn’t get to see more of her smiles. It’s a shame I don’t get to see more of her smiles.
She grips my hips and pulls me closer. “Lay on the bed.”
My eyebrows raise up my forehead. “Oh, you think you’re in charge tonight, huh?”
Her grin rises bigger, a cheeky glint dancing in her irises. “Please.”
I immediately go to do as she asks, laying back on the bed, my head resting on the pillow. Once I’m there, I look up to Cyrus, only to see her just watching me, her teeth digging into her lower lip. “Are you going to get undressed and join me?”
She grins again as her fingers go to the ties of her shirt. Just as she peels the stupid material from her body, there’s a sound of a door slamming open and smashing into the wall, vibrating the rest of the building in its wake. We both go to ignore it until a shout blares through the inn.
“The Captain’s awake! Someone bring her some goddamn cheese and crackers! Please!”