The Captain of All Pleasures tsb-1

by Kresley Cole

  “That’s fine,” he said vacantly. Jeb walked out of the cabin with a bounce in his step and a large smile cracking his old, bewhiskered face.

  Derek had never shared the consuming excitement his sailors enjoyed when about to set sail on a long route. He always thought the long trips a lesser evil for a man who belonged nowhere.

  He’d at least been more involved in the past. Now all he could think of was Nicole. Even knowing she was Lassiter’s daughter hadn’t diminished his want of her.

  He took a book down from a glassed-in shelf while he waited impatiently, but after rereading the same page four times, he tossed it aside. Just as he thought she might not show, Jeb knocked on the door.

  “Cap’n! The visitor’s ’ere.”

  He called permission to enter, and Jeb bustled in. “You didn’t tell me it’s the girl that strolled outta ’ere the other mornin’ bold as she pleased,” he chided with a sly smile. “I put her inside and ordered ’er to stay put.” His brows drawn together, he admitted, “She got a bit sassy with me.” Derek could only imagine how Nicole had reacted to that command.

  When he entered the room, he saw she hadn’t taken a seat. Instead, she was inspecting the seascapes attached to the walls.

  He walked toward her, and when he was directly behind her, she said, “These are excellent, Captain Sutherland.”

  “I didn’t know you were a lover of art.”

  She turned to him with a curiously self-deprecating expression. It vanished as her hand shot up to his bruised face, which had colored more deeply since the morning. She feathered the tips of her fingers over his bruised jaw, and he just managed to prevent himself from closing his eyes. Uneasy, he stiffened. At once, she pulled her hand away.

  “It’s nothing,” he said in a gruff voice. “I assure you I’ve had worse.”

  She blushed furiously. Her touching him had been impulsive. “I’m sorry you two fought,” she said in a crisper tone as she stepped back from him.

  “It would’ve happened sooner or later.” His words were tight as he watched her nonchalantly remove her cloak to reveal her unconventional attire—trousers and a fitted blouse that did nothing to hide her attributes.

  It appeared to him that she had taken extra care with that splendid hair of hers. It was twisted in an elaborate style, and he could more easily see the golden strands threaded throughout. Piled atop her head, it made the rest of her form seem fragile and small.

  Though she seemed so slight, she’d been soft. Soft when he’d come across what had to be the most beautifully shaped breast he’d ever held in his life. Shrugging away that too-appealing memory, he asked in a voice gone husky, “Can I get you something to drink?”

  “Oh, I’m not supposed to—” She stopped, then said, “Yes, I think I would like one—whatever you’re having, please.”

  He was having whiskey—neat—but he didn’t think that’d do for the slight girl, so he added water to hers before handing it to her. “I have some questions for you.”

  “And I for you,” she replied. “But I’d like to hear yours first.”

  “Very well.” He moved to a chair and motioned for her to sit. She tucked a leg under as she sank into the plush settee facing him.

  She took a drink, not a dainty sip but a good draw. He nearly chuckled at her watering eyes and convulsive swallowing. It was strong liquor, and since she was obviously a novice drinker, he was impressed she’d kept from gasping aloud or coughing.

  When she recovered a bit, he asked, “Who were those men following you?”

  As she recalled that night, her face turned fierce. Not afraid any longer, just very angry. “They’d broken aboard the ship. I stumbled onto them,” she replied with a sharp look in her eyes. He thought she studied him, as if trying to see how her words affected him.

  When she gathered he wasn’t satisfied with her abrupt answer, she added, “That’s all I can say.”

  He sensed that was all he’d get on the subject, so he asked, “Why were you in the Mermaid the other night?”

  She brought the glass to her lips to drink again, then said, “I heard my father was going there to get some information.”

  “Nice way to put it.”

  She looked surprised before bowing her head as if hiding a grin. But when she looked up, her brows were knitted, and she appeared annoyed. “Then weren’t you there for information also, Captain Sutherland?”

  He almost grinned, but admitted, “I was there because I was too drunk to know better.”

  Her eyes widened. She hadn’t expected that answer.

  “I hadn’t realized what kind of place it was either,” she commented with a bright blush.

  He liked the way she blushed. She had such vivid coloring, he wouldn’t expect her to blush prettily, but she did. He found himself asking in an admiring tone, “Why haven’t I seen you before?”

  She stared at her glass and answered, “I’ve been away.”

  “Away?”

  She raised her face again. “Oh, here and there.”

  Derek’s lips tilted in a hint of a smile, but he knew it wasn’t a pleasant sight. So she guarded her past? Smart girl. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were?”

  She took another deep pull from her glass. “I didn’t know what kind of man you were. You might have hurt me just to spite my father—I couldn’t be sure.”

  “Yet you came here tonight?”

  She nodded while pushing a stray curl behind her ear. “I need to hear what you have to say. I want Father released…. I didn’t feel I had much choice.”

  He knew little, and certainly not anything that could overtly benefit her. He’d just wanted her to come tonight.

  He sat back and said, “I will tell you what I know. I did drop the charges against your father. In fact, I went to the constabulary personally to make sure he was released. The constable told me he had evidence of other crimes on Lassiter—”

  “That’s not—”

  “I thought the man was lying,” he said. “I don’t believe there are other crimes.”

  She looked relieved, which was strange. Why would she care what he thought?

  “I was…uncomfortable with the fact that your father wouldn’t race because of my…night with you. I tried several methods to get him released,” he explained vaguely. “I will say that from the way I was turned down, the person who is responsible is in a position of power or threw a considerable amount of money at this problem.”

  After a pause, she said, “Say you were in my position, and desperately wanted someone you cared about released. Who would you target for this? And what would you do?”

  Two thoughts came to Derek at once. One, he didn’t have someone he cared about. Two, she was asking his advice, and he liked that she hung on to his words.

  “If I had to, I’d say it would be a peer, someone of my rank or higher. Someone with a great deal of money, who has a stake in this race.”

  “Why shouldn’t I think you did it?”

  He found her openness refreshing. “Because I will beat your father regardless. Iwant to defeat your father,” he explained simply.

  She nibbled the corner of her lower lip and looked lost in thought. “I don’t know if I believe you. But if you’ve told me all you know…” She stood to go, taking one last large swallow of whiskey before setting the glass down.

  Derek wasn’t about to let her leave yet. Though he admired her strong will, when she’d touched his face tonight her aloof facade wavered, her defenses breached, if only for a second. But it was at that instant that she became irresistible to him.

  This was not going at all as planned. She was insane to think she could handle this man. Nicole wasn’t daft—she’d known she could only have a measure of success in managing him if he was intoxicated, and she’d definitely not foreseen any problem in the “Sutherland gets drunk” variable. Yet here he was, facing her without a hint of a slur or any dimness in those piercing eyes. He looked as if he could see right through her and te
ll all her secrets.

  If he was telling the truth, then she hadn’t received much of a lead. Worse, it would mean he’d already done what she’d come to ask for. She didn’t believe he was deceiving her; he would want to defeat her father.

  Given the circumstances, she thought a retreat would be best. As she walked past him to her cloak, she took a last look at his face, a face so striking even with the angry mask he always wore. He looked like a fallen angel, cold and cruel, but with a lingering shadow of what he’d once been. The shadow was what was driving her crazy….

  Stop gaping at his face. Thank him and leave. “Sutherland, I—”

  “There’s more…,” he promised in a lower, rumbling tone. She tried to convince herself that he meant more information, but failed. When he reached out and gently ran the backs of his fingers down her face much as she had done to him, she didn’t turn away.

  He was about to say something, but scuffling noises and a woman’s raised voice sounded from the deck. She could sense tension radiating from him, and he turned abruptly to the door. He halted before he left. “Nicole,” he said as he pinned her with those silvery eyes, “do not think of leaving this room.”

  When the door closed, her legs went shaky. She’d been a coil of nerves, craving to be kissed again so much that she’d forgotten her true purpose for coming here.

  Wait, what was my true purpose? To manipulate and spy. Oh, yes.

  She hadn’t expected such an opportunity to move about his ship, and she knew she should take advantage of it. Normally she wouldn’t even pause to think, but the warning in his eyes bore some weight in her decision. When he’d looked at her and commanded her, he’d had no inkling of doubt that she’d do as he told her. Otherwise he would never have left her alone.

  His mistake. And one she’d capitalize on. She cracked open the door to reconnoiter, but then she glimpsed the face that matched the woman’s voice, and her heart inexplicably sank.

  The creature heatedly gesturing in front of Sutherland was…exquisite. Flawless features, dressed like a fashion plate. Nicole fought the urge to look down at her own clothes, knowing she’d find thin legs encased in worn-out breeches. Strangely, her throat grew tight as she watched them, knowing he had some kind of history with that beautiful woman.

  Why was she surprised? This was Sutherland, the rake who probably had a bevy of women admirers. As she took in the jet hair and voluptuous figure of the woman, she knew he’d easily choose that vision over her. Although some strange emotion stabbed at her, she steeled herself. Exhaling a loud breath, she peeked out one last time before sprinting on the balls of her feet to his cabin down the companionway.

  Entering his room, she averted her eyes from the bed and rushed to his desk. She rifled through the drawers and found everything she’d expected, but nothing to help her. Then she spotted an unmarked file wedged in the back of a drawer. As she delved into its contents, her expression of excited anticipation disappeared, and her face darkened. The file contained lists of goods he’d ordered to be donated on Boxing Day to the Families of Lost Sailors Charity and to the handful of orphanages in the waterfront area.

  Charities and Sutherland? The donations were staggering. If he were in straits, the last thing he’d do would be give to charity, and not even the fashionable ones at that. She knew that Chancey, curse that blasted Irishman, was right about Sutherland.

  Nevertheless, she was on this ship, and she would search every inch she could. Nicole didn’t know what she would be looking for—she’d know it when she found it, she reasoned in a cavalier manner. Apparently, the liquor was beginning to hit her.

  From the deck, Sutherland’s scathing tone with the woman trailed down to Nicole, and a small smile broke across her face. That he didn’t seem to like the woman took some of the sting out of seeing her.

  As Nicole moved through the rest of the ship, she found that his clipper was in impeccable condition, his sailors’ quarters immaculate, and everywhere from his cabin to the forecastle was marked by cleanliness. His ship was just as ordered as her father’s obsessively well maintained vessel. Which really made her want to hate Sutherland.

  She trailed a lazy finger on the wall as she made her way into the storage area. She decided she had to be drunk, because she grew distracted, dreamy even, as she thought about Sutherland. What would a captain like him feed his crew? He’d probably spend extra money to get them good rations.

  She wouldn’t know what kind of semi perishables he’d outfit the ship with since they wouldn’t be loaded until the last minute, but she did see with a downcast shake of her head a generous stock of spirits. If Nicole didn’t know he was in a race, she’d think he was trading the stuff. Not that she could talk, she thought as she bumped lightly into the wall.

  Then, with eyes gone wide and a quick intake of breath, she spied a cluster of thick iron water casks in the corner of the hold. She experienced immediate jealousy. Her father still used wooden casks, and frustration gripped her from knowing that Sutherland’s crew would have much fresher drinking water than her own. She walked over to inspect the layer of condensing silver barrels and knocked on the closest one, enjoying the sharp, metallic sound.

  He had so many advantages over them. But that would make the win that much sweeter, she assured herself as she turned—and collided with Sutherland’s unyielding chest.

  “Going somewhere?” he ground out, as he gripped her arm and hauled her out of the storage hold. Slamming the door behind him, he raked his eyes over her. “What the hell were you doing down there? And do not think of lying to me!”

  Think…think! How long had he been standing there? “I lost my way back from the head,” she replied in a credibly even tone.

  “Am I supposed to believe that?” He squeezed her arm.

  “Of course,” she lied. To distract him, she asked in a tight voice, “Who was that woman?”

  He scowled. “Someone I hope never to see again,” he said absently. “Now, what—”

  “But why?” Nicole pressed. “She’s so beautiful.”

  “Not,” he replied in a clipped tone, “if you look her in the eye.”

  “I see.” She didn’t really.

  Exhaling loudly, he placed a palm above her against the wall. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she pleaded. “I got lost trying to get back to the salon.” She could see he didn’t believe her.

  When he searched her face, she met his gaze. She must be drunk, because now when she looked in his eyes, she could see they were flecked with blue and were…mesmerizing. So intent, so dark that she wanted to kiss his eyelids and then the harsh line between his brows before moving down to those chiseled lips.

  He must have recognized what she was thinking, because she could see his expression race from anger to something else entirely. In that deep, gravelly voice, he murmured, as if in resignation, “Damn you,” and then without any notice bent down and covered her lips in a brutal kiss.

  This wasn’t what she’d come here for. She would stop kissing him. Now. Ah, hell . She couldn’t come up with a single reason why she shouldn’t enjoy him for this one last night. She was amazed that this big man, all hard planes and sculpted muscle, couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her.

  She wasn’t about to let this chance slip by, she thought as she boldly grabbed his collar to bring him closer. Her grandmother would marry her off to some old lord, and she’d most likely never know this feeling again. In all her life, she’d never been so forcefully attracted to another as she was to him.

  Realizing that it was now or never, she leaned into him, pressing her body against his as she tentatively brushed his tongue with her own. First lapping at him, then twining against his. He squeezed her hips, not quite painfully, and groaned, a low, rumbling sound that sent fire spilling through her body. His powerful reaction assured her that she should continue.

  She’d learned from their first night together that if she pressed up agai
nst the front of his trousers, he kissed her more deeply. She arched toward him, her belly goading against his manhood. He moved his hands from her hips to her backside and lifted her until she was on her toes, her body more aligned against his. When her hips instinctively moved against him, he groaned again against her neck, flicking his tongue over her, flooding her with heat in that part of her he mercilessly thrust against.

  Then an idea seized her, an idea so shocking…She hastily ran her hands down his chest, and lower. She would put her hands on him, where she was most successful in making him kiss her deeper.

  Instead of being pleased as she’d hoped, he sounded distinctly pained when he grabbed her wrists. “Do you want me to spill my seed right here?”

  Her passion-filled response dazed Derek. He imagined that she was just going through the motions to make him forget where she’d been, because of course she’d lied. He was angry that she’d spied on him; yet that didn’t stop him from desiring her.

  But he didn’t want her to be with him for any reason other than her wanting him as well. Ruthlessly he shoved aside his misgivings and returned his lips to the fiery girl in his arms. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so much from a kiss. Why were they burning together? Was it because he was sober, or because the little wench was matching his own surprisingly strong ardor, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her high, firm breasts into his chest?

  She answered his teasing tongue by again opening for him and tasting him, as though licking him up. It made him wild. He might lose control with her, might hurt her with his big body. He set her away from him.

  “God, what are you doing to me?” he rasped. He couldn’t understand this little enigma, but when he looked at her face, with her swollen lips and her dilated pupils, he became determined that he would make her truly want him tonight, regardless of all the circumstances surrounding them. He bent down to put his arm under her knees and carried her to his cabin, kicking the door shut behind him.