Chapter 27 #4
“What a good girl you are, getting off with just my leg,” Zanta cooed, petting Nia’s sweat-darkened hair.
Nia shuddered, but didn’t answer, so Zanta kissed her instead.
Long and slow till Nia’s body relaxed against her.
When they pulled back, Zanta just gazed at her.
She caressed Nia’s cheekbone with her thumb.
“What beautiful eyes you have,” she murmured.
It was Zanta who had beautiful eyes, brown with a golden sheen, and so deep Nia wanted to fall into them.
But she didn’t say it. Zanta was allowed to say such things.
From her it meant nothing. But Nia was afraid her heart would perch on her tongue for Zanta to see if she voiced all the feelings roiling in her right now.
She hid her face between Zanta’s breasts.
Slowly coming down from the high of multiple orgasms. She couldn’t really breathe.
If she suffocated, she suffocated. She’d die happy.
They lapsed into silence. Nia counted the minutes by Zanta’s heartbeat. Wishing she could keep time with it forever.
All too soon, reality crept back in.
Zanta picked up the cock and strap from where it had been discarded beside them in the hammock. She twiddled it between her fingers. “So who’s this one modeled after? Someone else I know?” She stopped playing and groaned. “Please don’t say Rowan. I don’t wanna know this is what I missed out on.”
Right. This was casual for her. Just sex.
Nia forced her feelings down and resurrected happy, carefree Nia.
She tilted to look at her, chin on her sternum.
“Who’s Rowan?” She assumed someone close to Logan or John, but she’d never met any of the other pirates on their crews, and neither of them had offered any information either.
“The Ghost Hawk, Captain of the Siren Song.”
“Oh. You fucked him?” Jealousy flared, unwarranted, considering they were discussing all the men Nia had fucked before this.
“Almost. I was trying to get over…Well, he was one of many rebounds after Emilie.”
One of many rebounds, like Nia. That’s all she was too, no more than an extended fling. She blinked slowly, letting Zanta’s fingers teasing out the knots in her hair untangle the dark thoughts as well.
“Well, it’s not him. But you may have met him. It’s modeled after John Hakon.”
Zanta dropped the dick like it had suddenly turned into a venomous snake. It lodged itself between her body and the side of the hammock. “John Hakon? The Demon’s first mate?”
“The very same,” Nia giggled, melancholy actually falling away with Zanta’s cute reaction. “Why? Not fond of him?”
Zanta grimaced. “He’s so stern.”
“Not when you get him going.” She usually wouldn’t fuck and tell, especially to another bedmate, but teasing Zanta proved irresistible. “He carved all the dicks actually. He’s quite talented with his hands.”
Zanta groaned, but an incredulous smile tugged at her mouth. “I just used the Beast of Whitestone Reef’s cock to fuck you,” she lamented. There was a beat of silence, then, “I suppose you’ve had the real thing?”
“I have.” If Zanta could still be openly in love with her late fiancée while sleeping with Nia, she could very well hear about Nia’s many escapades.
“Have you fucked anyone else I know?” Zanta teased. “The Demon himself, perhaps?”
Nia laughed. “No, even I wouldn’t go that far. But most of my conquests are seafaring types, so it’s entirely possible we’ve climbed the same mast before.”
“Tell me a name.”
Nia thought for a moment, searching for the most famous, most scandalous name in her past who Zanta might know, and finally settled on, “Admiral Fabrice Gouin.”
Zanta’s mouth dropped open, her fingers stopping their soothing journey through Nia’s knotted hair. “Fabrice Gouin? The Governor of Nanad?”
“He wasn’t governor back then,” Nia grumbled.
“Why on earth would you do that?” Zanta’s tone wasn’t judgmental, simply astounded and maybe a little awestruck.
“Well I didn’t mean to! He caught John with my skirts up in his office, and well…it was the only way to distract him enough to get away.”
“The governor—”
“Future governor!”
“—caught you…Why were you fucking a pirate war criminal in the gov—I mean admiral’s—office?”
“John is not a war criminal,” Nia huffed.
She didn’t know why she felt the need to defend him.
He’d been a perfect gentleman to her when he wasn’t fucking her against the glass walls of greenhouses and persuading her to steal things from uptight lords and government officials.
“He had a very good reason for killing all those people.”
“What—No, we’re getting off topic. Why were you tupping him in the office?”
“We were stealing something and got carried away,” Nia said innocently.
“You’re unbelievable. Come here.” She was grinning as she caught Nia in a kiss. It carried Nia away on a current of bliss for several minutes till Zanta broke away and settled back down. “I hope John didn’t let you do all the dirty work yourself,” she grumbled.
Now it was Nia’s turn to grin. “I assure you, he had his fingers up that man like a puppet on carnival day.”