by S Cinders
Turning her body so that her back was flush with my front, Ebony reached between us and sank back down on my dick.
I was hitting her sweet spot in this position there was no way around it. I rammed into her repeatedly and felt when she began to shake. She was coming and coming hard. One hand on her breast and the other caressing her pussy where we were joined I fucked her until she couldn’t take it any longer.
Her body convulsed around me, and her cum sprayed out across the bed. I had never imagined she would be a squitter. The sweet liquid came and came and came as Ebony cried out my name, helpless to the passion that had enveloped her body.
There wasn’t anything that I could do to stop myself from flying over the abyss. Her pussy was squeezing me so tight, wringing every drop of cum from me.
I was starting to see spots in front of my eyes, as my seed sprayed her womb.
We slumped over onto the bed. I knew that I was too heavy for her, but I needed a moment to catch my breath.
Holy shit that had been life-changing...
I held Ebony to me, “I know that you think you are all alone, but Eb you are the reason I get up in the morning. I am terrified that every day will be our last. Your laughter, your smiles, your smart mouth and especially your big heart have become a part of me. You are not alone, Ebony. I will always be the one standing at your side.”
She was silent for a moment, and I worried that I had said too much. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought up her heartache. But she flipped over to face me with her eyes misty and her lips trembling.
“You will be my family?” she whispered hesitantly.
“Your family, your mate, your husband, your heart,” I pledged to her as I kissed the worried knot in her brow.
She took a few deep breaths controlling her tears.
“Thank you, Peter,” her voice was raspy, and I knew she was struggling. My brave, valiant girl had been through so much. “I love you.”
I felt her love all the way down to the tips of my toes. And shit, if I didn’t feel the exact same way.
“I love you,” I kissed her lips gently, pulling back when I heard rustling about on the ship.
“We have a pirate to stop and a treasure to find.”
I smiled at her words, “So, a pretty uneventful day?”
She reached up to cup my cheek, “I love you, Peter Gallagher.”
Damn, if that wasn’t the greatest statement I had ever heard.
It’s too bad it was followed by Puck’s comments from beyond the door.
“I fucking love your arse too, Peter. Now dry off your dick and let’s get a move on.”
Ebony’s lips twitched, “I know I shouldn’t like him, he really is horrible.”
I felt my own traitorous smile, “He’s my best mate, what can I say?”
CHAPTER 41 – Peter
BY THE TIME EBONY AND I had made it out on deck, there were plenty of catcalls, and lewd comments from Puck and Alex. Tinkerbell smirked most of the time, but Tiger Lilly simply rolled her eyes at the shenanigans.
We started to sail back toward Hook. Without the map, we needed another way to try and locate the treasure. So, we were going to lie out of our asses and say that everything we had done was for him.
By the time we arrived back at the Indian Village, there was great rejoicing. Bonfires with wild boar on a spike rotated to perfection. You could smell the pork filling the air with its sweet, meaty deliciousness. The tribe knew how to throw a feast and were going all out.
Tiger Lilly refused to speak with her father, the Chief, who was now taking full credit for her involvement. He was prick, no doubt about it.
I wondered why the father’s in our lives had to let us down so badly. I glanced over at Ebony and thought about my child growing in her belly.
I could never abandon her or the baby and didn’t know what kind of idiot would do that sort of thing. Hook had two girls on his lap in various disarray. Occasionally he would reach up and grasp a breast or cup their sex. It wasn’t alluring or even scintillating. The man was a bastard to behave that way in front of Ebony and the other women.
I had always known that Hook had few morals that he clung to. But for a long time, he had protected Ebony. It made me wonder why. Because if she wasn’t his daughter, why did he care so much?
The question circled around and around my head. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was tied to the map somehow. Tinkerbell couldn’t unlock it, and neither could Puck. But maybe Ebony was the key?
It made the most sense to me, but without the actual map, we couldn’t test the theory.
Tinkerbell was dancing with some of the Indian maidens around the fire. Their faces alight with laughter as the drums kept their beat. It was lovely, and yet slightly foreboding that we were breaking bread with the enemy.
I wondered how many of the tribe would follow Tiger Lilly once they learned we planned on double-crossing Hook. Surely, there wasn’t any love lost for the old pirate that had been a scourge in their side for years? But I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen.
“Why the face?” Ebony smiled up at me while wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Just thinking,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
Ebony raised a brow, “Care to share your thoughts?”
I smiled wickedly, and she blushed. It was beyond adorable.
“Perhaps when we are alone,” I murmured.
Ebony nodded slowly, and then began to pull me near the dancers. I was not meant to dance. My large frame was conducive to fighting and kicking ass, not tearing up the dance floor.
“I don’t think that is a good idea.”
Ebony’s jaw dropped, “Don’t you own clubs all over the country?””
I nodded, “Yes.”
“Don’t they dance at these clubs of yours?” she persisted.
Ebony knew full well that they did. I remembered the first time I had met her at my club in New York.
Damn, life had certainly gone off track after that. I am so damn grateful that Hook sent her away. I couldn’t image a world without her.
“Yes,” I said slowly, “But that doesn’t mean that I partake in said dancing.”
Ebony got a sensuous glint in her eye. Standing in front of me, she raised her arms and began to dance. Her hips were shaking with the beat of the drum. She didn’t break eye contact as she dipped and swayed that perfect ass. Her hands trailed over her torso, while her fingers traced the edge of her corset.
She was provocative and so fucking sexy. My cock hardened, and I couldn’t look away. I knew that there were most likely other men watching her, and it pissed me off. So, I did the one thing that I swore I wouldn’t do. I walked up to her and pressed my front to her back.
My arm wrapped around her waist and she ground that plump ass against my cock as she danced enough for the both of us.
This wasn’t dancing. This was having sex fully dressed, with music as a strong element of enchantment. And no, it wasn’t lost on me that I sold the same type of thing at my clubs.
But I had never truly experienced the magic of it all until Ebony.
Her head fell back on my shoulder, and she moaned as I rubbed my cock against her ass in rhythm to the beats around us. My arm remained around her ribcage, locking her against me and letting every fucking idiot in the vicinity know that she was mine.
We danced for what seemed to be forever. Until her movements slowed, and she rocked back and forth content, and happy in my arms.
I would dance with this woman any day, anytime, and she damn well knew it.
“A DECISION NEEDS TO be made about Hook.”
The six of us had gathered in our quarters on the Henrietta to discuss the situation. It had been a week, and the map still hadn’t surfaced.
Hook was acting cagey and aggravated, which was strange when you consider his enemy had been vanquished or had he? Hook had taken possession of his ship again. I couldn’t help but fear that we were missing something importan
t.
“We searched the Jolly Roger,” Puck shrugged, “I don’t think the bastard has the map.”
Tinkerbell nodded, “Hook scowled and raged at anyone and everyone the whole time we were there; under invisibility of course, but he’s not happy with his crew.”
Tiger Lilly spoke up, “In retrospect, I have never seen my father happier. He was whistling at breakfast. My father has never been a cheerful man. I think we need to search his tent.”
Puck lifted a brow, “Tink and I are game.”
Ebony looked over at me, “I think it’s our best option now.”
I had to agree. All of our leads had dried up it seemed, “Do it, Puck. Report back tonight your findings.”
Tinkerbell wrinkled her brow, “I can’t help but wonder what happened to the lost boys? We haven’t heard much from them. You don’t suppose that they could have anything to do with the maps disappearance?”
It was good question that deserved looking into.
“Ebony and I will check that out. Alex, you, and Tiger Lilly go over the Henrietta one last time. By the time the sunsets this night we will have that blasted map.”
Everyone nodded in agreement and separated.
Ebony and I rowed a boat to shore and borrowed horses from the tribe to ride out to Hangman’s Tree where the Lost Boys lived.
I hated to think that Nate, Charlie, or Tom might have double tricked us.
CHAPTER 42 – Ebony
THE MOMENT I SAW CHARLIE’S face I knew that something was wrong.
“What?” I didn’t even bother to form the question, because I knew that he was aware of why we were there.
“I’m sorry, Eb,” he scuffed his big size thirteen boot into the dirt.
Shit.
Fucking shit.
“What did you do?” I asked again taking a step forward.
“Hook said he would burn our house down, Eb. He knows where we live, and he has spies everywhere.”
I felt my blood pounding in my ears. And I wanted to rip his throat out. Peter grabbed the back of my pants, and I felt him trying to hold me back.
“What the fuck did you do?” my voice sounded lethal.
Charlie swallowed, “Gave the map to Hook.”
I launched myself at him and found that I was dangling in mid-air by the seat of my pants. I wasn’t sure if I cursed more at Charlie or at Peter, but neither one seemed too scared.
Ass-hats.
“You had better go back inside,” Peter cautioned Charlie, and he didn’t think twice before following the advice.
Once he was gone, Peter turned me around to face him. The bastard was trying to suppress a smile.
“I’m mad at you,” I grumbled.
His brow rose, “Oh, I know.”
“You shouldn’t have stopped me from ripping him a new asshole.”
Peter had to wait a moment before replying.
“It wasn’t the new ‘asshole’ that I was worried about. It was that you were going to stick your hand down his throat and pull out his fucking balls that had me thinking intervention was needed.”
I didn’t even blush, “Well, do you think there should be more ‘little Charlie’s’ running around? I was offering a public service.”
Peter gave up the fight and threw his head back emitting a loud bark of laughter.
I really wished that he wasn’t so damn handsome when he laughed, or didn’t laugh, or breathed. I was in a piss poor mood.
“Tinkerbell and Puck are going to search the Jolly Roger,” Peter finally calmed down enough to speak again. “They will find the map. If anyone can he will. That bastard is the trickiest man alive. I swear to you, Eb. We can trust him.”
I grumbled all the way back to the rowboat and then on the long way to the Henrietta. It didn’t help that when we returned I heard Tiger Lilly screaming something about, “More, baby, more!”
Peter looked over at me in surprise, and I felt a traitorous smile crept across my face.
“You can still throw your voice, right?” I whispered to Peter.
He nodded, “What is the plan?”
“An invasion I think, from Hook,” I grinned feeling the weight of the day slipping off my shoulders.
“Not the Indian Chief?” Peter wriggled his eyebrows.
And we both stifled giggles, “Perfect!”
Creeping on tiptoe we stealthily made our way closer to the lovers. When we were within spitting distance, trust me I had shielded my eyes, Peter spoke, but it was the Indian Chiefs voice that came out.
“How dare you defile the princess Tiger Lilly? I will have your head for this Smeed!”
There was a scuffling on the deck, and it sounded like Tiger Lilly may have been dropped in the process.
“You call that a man-sword?”
I was choking on my laughter. Who in the hell uses the term ‘man-sword?’
“My wives have used thimbles that were larger!” Peter continued, and I glanced up to see Tiger Lilly and Alex yanking their clothes on and looking wildly about.
“There are a few lads that like a pretty face, Smeed. I shall give you to them! You are not fit to rule the tribe!”
The lads had Alex drawing his sword and thrusting Tiger Lilly behind him. But they still couldn’t see us from our hiding place.
“Show yourself, Chief,” Alex demanded.
“Why?” Peter retorted loftily, “You were busy showing ‘yourself’ what need have you with my great cock?”
Tiger Lilly blanched, and I burst into hysterical laughter.
“What the fuck? Ebony? That had better not be you!” Alex was livid.
I was suddenly reminded of all the pranks we used to play on one another. There was more than one time I had been locked in the privy. Or when I had fish guts in my water basin, that was fun to be sure.
I had tears streaming down my face, and he moved the crates and found where Peter and I were hiding. I didn't even try to hide, and my body just shook with merriment.
Alex had been my best friend and constant companion for years. I didn't feel sorry in the slightest for what we had done, but Tiger Lilly didn't really deserve it.
She would have to take one for the team if she planned on making a life with Alex. Because we were family, not related by blood, but by choice.
Tiger Lilly was bright red with embarrassment, but Alex was just pissed.
“How did the search go?” Peter asked in a calm voice knowing full well that they most likely hadn’t looked anywhere but at the other one.
Alex had the decency to snap his mouth shut. He was caught, and he knew it.
I wiped a tear from my eye, “Well, brother from another mother! That was well deserved.”
Alex’s tense form began to relax, and a sheepish look crossed his face. Then he glanced back to Tiger Lilly who was hiding behind him.
“Don’t be mad, Lilly,” I said, still grinning from ear to ear. “The opportunity was too good not to pass up.”
She poked her head out from behind Alex, “We are sorry we didn’t search for the map. We were going to honestly!”
“But Alex’s man-sword got in the way?” I couldn’t help the small ribbing.
Alex rolled his eyes, “I should have known that the Chief wouldn’t have said something so idiotic. But you bloody well sounded just like him.”
Peter took a bow, “It has been a long time since I have done that. Thank you for being good sports.”
Alex grumbled something about hoping Peter’s man-sword shriveled up and fell off. But I didn’t care. We had needed something to revive our spirits. Now, we just needed Puck and Tinkerbell to find that map!
We fixed something to eat and pulled out some wine to pass the time. It wasn't like Silver needed it anymore.
CHAPTER 43 – Peter
EBONY WAS THREE SHEETS to the wind. Apparently, she liked to sing as she drank, and my sweet little pirate couldn’t hold a tune in a bucket. The more she sang, the harder everyone laughed and the happier our little band of m
isfits seemed to be.
I couldn’t help but marvel at the way she had bounced back again and again. She was betrayed by Hook, her crew, Long John Silver, and now the Lost Boys. Most people would be wallowing in self-pity or doubt, but besides a little grieving, Ebony was resilient.
I admired so many things about her. I would like to think that since meeting her, I had become a better man. I knew I wanted to be better, not only for her, which I did, but for me. But she seemed to breathe life into me, when I was just moving through the motions.
Her cup was getting low, and I moved to refill it with the bottle of wine closest to me. Ebony grinned and swiped the bottle out of my hands.
“A real pirate doesn’t need a glass,” she slurred, “and we all know I am the most real of the real pirates.”
Alex and I shared a glance of amusement.
Tiger Lilly tilted her head to the side in question, “What is a fake pirate?”
The little hiccup that followed the question was both endearing and hilarious.
A wide smile slashed across Eb’s face, “You were fucking a fake pirate earlier on the deck, have you forgotten?”
Alex scowled as Ebony, and I burst into laughter. Tiger Lilly looked like she wanted to join in, but patted Alex’s knee instead.
“I am rather fond of your man-sword, Alex. Don’t you listen to those meanies.”
Alex rolled his eyes, “Neither one of you can hold your wine. But thank you, my love, all the same. I wonder where Tink and Puck are? It’s been a hell of a long time since they left.”
Eb burped, it was so unladylike that she looked around to see where it came from. I gathered her loose limbs and positioned her on my lap.
“You are going to fall into a puddle on the ground,” I whispered in her ear.
She smiled sweetly up at me, “You wouldn’t allow that to happen, you are Peter Pan. I have spent months chasing you clear across the universe and back.”
I loved this woman.
“What do you intend to do with me, now that you have caught me,” I murmured, as I began to leisurely kiss her neck in soft pecks.