Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
CYRUS
Walking across the deck with Amara is bittersweet. Bitter, because it feels like we're now miles apart from one another. But sweet, because it somewhat feels like it did before.
It feels a little more bitter when she starts talking about possible children with Mabel. Something she’s never wanted before. Having to act like my world isn’t crumbling, whilst she moves on with her life.
I’m truly happy for her, but it doesn’t dull the hurt in my heart.
Amara stops to watch the crew working, and I take a moment to enjoy the reprieve from my feelings running rampant. Until the silence is broken open by a horse galloping down the dock, heading closer and closer to the ship.
When we both look over the edge of the ship, Mabel is climbing off the horse, face red with anger as she looks up at us. I can’t help the little chuckle that breaks out of me. She’s too soft to even be remotely threatening when she’s angry.
“Oh you're in trouble, Cap.” I let out between silent chuckles as Amara winces.
But she did escape the inn this morning whilst Mabel was still asleep— without telling her where she was going. And she’s still extremely injured. I understand Mabel’s anger when she starts shouting.
I’m truly happy for them, but I definitely take just a little bit of joy in them arguing.
Doesn’t mean I should wait around to see what happens once Mabel gets up here. Clapping Amara on the shoulder– her good one– I turn and walk across the deck to get back to work, calling over my shoulder, “Good luck, Captain.”
Across the deck, I try to tune out the conversation they're having, fiddling with things that don’t need fiddling with.
Like I said, I’m happy for them. Happy that Amara found her person. I just wish I could get used to the stinging feeling in my chest that it’s not me. That I lost my best friend.
Pretty quickly, they disappear into her quarters, only for moans to pour out not long after.
The sounds grate on me, so I head back down to the dock with the flimsy excuse of a supply run.
Walking up the pathway, until the noises on the ship have completely evaporated from my brain.
There’s a rustle of a bush next to me, and then a hand shooting out, latching onto my forearm and pulling me in.
My unoccupied hand reaches for my dagger, bringing it up to my assailant's throat.
Holding it there before I slice through their jugular.
Wanting to look in their eyes before I hand them their demise.
I only halt when I recognise those caramel eyes. I should have recognised the same dainty hand that goes alongside the unnatural strength.
“Hell, Tally. What the fuck?” I whisper-shout. Rushing to drop the dagger from her throat.
A whimper drops from her lips as the blade disconnects from her skin.
She gulps and clears her throat, before attempting to speak with a sideways smirk. “Thought I’d surprise you. And I wondered if you wanted to come on my fingers for lunch.”
Instantly, my brain malfunctions, a deep seated heat working its way through my veins. All thoughts of the ship, Amara, and Mabel fading into nothing as I nod.
“As long as you come on mine too.”
Tally grins. Big and wide, showing off her perfect teeth. Then she launches at me, pushing me against the wall behind the bushes and attaching her lips to mine.
She mumbles against me, “Deal.”
Biting my lip, trying to keep my scream from leaping into the air and alerting all those inside the tavern that I’m currently having my pussy devoured.
The night air is cool, causing bumps to arise along my skin. Tally’s touch and fingers torturing me in tandem, as they plunge, suck and fuck into me. My hips gyrating into her face, as I find my high.
Her hair is tangled between my fingers, the need to keep her as close as possible an untameable beast inside me.
I knew as I walked through the tavern, with a wink in her direction, and a subtle grope of her arse as I strolled past, that I was playing with fire. I just didn’t expect that fire to implode with her swiftly exiting the bar and dragging me from the hallway, out into the night behind the tavern.
She didn’t waste time before she was down on her knees, ripping down my trousers and filling me full with her fingers.
Loosening my grip, I slowly descend back down to earth, letting the messed up strands of Tally’s hair fall from their confines.
Tally rises from the dirt sodden ground and attaches her drenched mouth to mine.
The taste of me on her– both our flavours mixing in her mouth– is an aphrodisiac I’ll never get used to tasting.
All too soon, she’s pulling away, using a hand in my hair to stop me from chasing her wet mouth.
“My turn, dove. Get on your knees.” She rasps.
With a gentle downwards tug on my hair, she brings me to my knees. Lifting the hem of her skirt, I groan at the lack of undergarments and bury myself deep between her thighs.
Its pitch black out, only the light from the overhead stars lighting our way across the deck. Silently moving over the ship, with a tight grip on Tally’s hand. Her own footfalls are as silent as mine.
Locating my chambers below deck is quick and simple. Making sure we don’t get caught by any of the crew who’s up late– very late– is the difficult part. Once we make it to the door, I shove Tally in, enjoying her feather-light giggles as I close the door.
The space isn’t huge, especially compared to Amara’s quarters, but it’s private and mine.
Tally grabs the front of my shirt in a tight fist, a mischievous grin on her lips as she walks back, taking me with her.
At the edge of the bed, she stops and strips her dress off before laying back on the bed, leaving her thighs wide open for me to slide into and glide my tongue over her drenched pussy.
Her teeth dig into her lip to keep her moans locked in her throat.
The night falls away to our giggles and stunted moans.
After the close call a few days ago of sneaking Tally off the ship in the rising sun, we decided to keep our rendezvous to the mainland. My thoughts on that meant keeping it to the inn, Tally obviously has different plans.
She drags me down the sanded beach, tight to the cliffs until a section caves in and all that can be seen from inside is the vast open ocean and craggy rocks, ready to destroy everything that dares to challenge them.
Small islands dance in the distance, too far away to even comprehend that someone– or someones– would be undressing inside the small inconspicuous cave.
The second we’re undressed, we’re tangled in each other, teeth clashing as we kiss. Hands roaming the expanse of each other, like we haven't done it hundreds of times already over the past couple months.
Moans and demands fall from Tally’s lips, as she guides me to pleasure her, both of us rocking into one another on the sand-covered rocky floor.
Our cries of pleasure echoing off the jagged walls.
Even once we finish, we don’t leave. Not until we’ve each cried out numerous times, and our legs struggled to hold us upright. The sun now dipping below the horizon, washing Tally in shades of gold and pink.
It makes her look ethereal.
With a flush across the apples of her cheeks, a light sheen of sweat cooling into her skin, she truly is something out of this world.
My chest squeezes tight when she smiles, a gentle and fragile thing.
When we return to the inn, I head to my room as she heads off to sort out the tavern, before she slips into my room when the stars are shining up above.