Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Colt
Alone in my cabin, I ran a hand down my face. I had underestimated Robert’s wrath and put Charlotte in severe danger because of it.
What choice did I have?
The crew would have noticed her soon enough in that cramped tavern. And I couldn’t let her go. My fingers twitched as if I could grasp her at that moment. Couldn’t.
No, it was better to take her under my protection. But even I couldn’t shield her forever against a majority vote to lash the truth from her.
I tossed back a swig of the reserve rum I kept in my cabin, then poured and drank another.
I needed to convince Charlotte to tell the truth, not just for me but to save herself. Yet I had no wits about me when she was in my presence -- never had.
I snorted to myself as I thought, maybe it’s better to simply allow her plan to unfold. Clearly, she has one. And it seems to involve allowing me to do as I please to her body.
I laughed, spurred by lewd imaginings and rum. Letting Charlotte win didn’t feel like losing.
Not if it ended with my cock sheathed inside her wet and willing cunt.