Enslaved By The Ocean (15 page)

He grips me and all our things, and slides us right to the far left corner where it’s quieter. The wind is howling outside, and the rain is hammering down so hard I can hear the droplets against the stones. The thunder crackles through the sky, and I can hear the faint sounds of the crewmembers trying to talk over it.
 

“Shirt off,” Hendrix says suddenly.
 

“What?” I rasp.
 

“You need to get those clothes off, trust me. You won’t dry in here, and you’ll freeze.”
 

“But…”
 

“Just do as you’re fucking told,” he barks.
 

I quickly grip my shirt and pull it over my head, and then I discard my soaked jeans. Hendrix rips his shirt off, and shuffles out of his jeans, too, before opening the sleeping bag and rolling it out. He gets in, unzips it, and opens it up for me.
 

“Y…y…you want me to get in there…with you?”
 

“Survival
. T
rust me
,
I’m not happy about it either, but it works.”
 

My teeth clatter together as I hesitate.
 

“Don’t play with me, Indi, just get in.”
 

“Do it, Indi,” I hear Jess say from the darkness. “Please.”
 

“Indi,” Eric pleads. “Don’t.”
 

“Oh for fuck’s sakes,” Hendrix grumbles, reaching out, gripping my arm and pulling me down.
 

I go easily. It’s hard not to when you’re so cold. He pulls me into his side and then throws the blanket over us. I stiffen for the longest moment, unable to feel anything but his cool body against mine, but that soon begins to turn warm and my shivering stops. Exhaustion washes over me, and I drop my head into his arm, smelling the seawater on his skin.
 

“Not such a stupid idea now, is it?” he murmurs.
 

“No,” I whisper.
 

His fingers slide up my back, where he begins to rub my skin.
 

“Is your foot hurting?”
 

I concentrate for a moment on the ache in my foot; it’s not too bad. “It’s dealable.”
 

“Try and get some sleep
. Th
is storm ain’t going anywhere for tonight, and we usually have a solid day’s work to tidy up the ship.”
 

I nod into his shoulder, and close my eyes. As I begin to drift off, I begin sliding my fingers over the hard, warm muscles on his stomach. I don’t realize I’m doing it; it’s just a semi-conscious movement. My eyelids feel heavy, but my fingers keep moving, sliding up and down, around and around. It’s only when Hendrix makes a throaty sound that I blink a few times, and realize my fingers are off in their own little world. I instantly stop them, and heat rises up in my cheeks.
Shit
.
 

“Don’t stop,” he whispers, so quietly I can barely hear him.
 

I start up the gentle stroking again, over and over, around and around, until I can feel him panting beside me, his body tight and firm. He’s enjoying it, and when I shift and feel the throb between my legs, I realize I am, too. I roll slightly, and I feel his fingers splay out over my belly. Oh, God. Are we doing this? In the pouring rain, in a cave full of pirates? I bite my lip, knowing I should stop him, but also knowing I can’t.
 

His fingers slide down lower, finding my panties. I hold my breath, and keep moving my fingers over his hard stomach. When he slides his fingers inside, I stiffen all over and bite my lip even harder to avoid crying out. He reaches down between my legs, parting my folds with his fingers before finding my clit. Oh. God. His thumb makes big, firm circles around the aching nub as his forefinger edges lower, finding my entrance that is already damp for him. Oh shit, I should be stopping this. I should be, but…
 

Oh, God.
 

He slides a finger inside me.
 

I stiffen all over, and his other hand grips my head, turning my face so it’s pressed against his chest. He holds me there, making sure I don’t scream and let the entire cave know he’s got his finger deep inside me. He slides it out, before plunging it back in. My back arches, and my legs begin to quake. It takes every ounce of willpower inside of me
not to scream. I’m biting my lip so hard I can taste blood, but I don’t care. God, I don’t care.
 

His thumb makes bigger circles, and, like a desperate, horny teenager, I plunge my hand into his boxers to find his erect cock. He stiffens, and sucks in a deep breath, but no noise escapes his throat. He begins fucking me harder with his fingers, circling my clit faster and faster. I match the pace with his cock. My hand works up and down frantically, desperately, wanting so much more. I’m on the edge, ready to go over. My entire body fills with warmth, and I can’t hold back a second longer.
 

I turn my head, and release my lip before biting down onto the flesh on his chest. I come so hard my body jerks, and my teeth draw blood. I feel him stiffen, make a hissing sound, and then he’s coming too, hot spurts of semen filling my palm. His body is rigid, mine is convulsing, yet we’re both utterly silent. I release his chest, and slowly exhale a shaky breath as I slide my hand from his boxers. I find a stray corner of the blanket, and I wipe his release away.
 

He slides his hands from my panties, and I hear him suck my arousal off. I want to whimper and roll, straddling him and fucking him so damned hard that both of us pass out, but I know I can’t. I just can’t. I have to do this right. I have to know he wants me. We both lay in silence, and I resume my position of lying against his chest, listening to his heart slowly stop thudding and I know…I just know…
 

What started out as a way of escape has just become something more to me.
 

Something so much more.
 

How the hell am I supposed to keep playing a game when I no longer care for the rules?
 

Hoist the colors!
 

**
 

I wake in the morning, and I feel a hard hot body pressing against mine. My entire body begins to tingle with the knowledge of Hendrix’s presence. My stomach does a little somersault. I let my mind go back to what went on last night, and my cheeks flush. We got frisky in the sleeping bag, like two teenagers. Like it was forbidden and we weren’t supposed to be doing it. Perhaps we weren’t. That’s why it feels like this. So wrong, so right, a mixture of emotion that blends in the oddest way.
 

I move gently, and Hendrix’s arm slips off my stomach. He was holding me. Like I matter. I don’t matter; we both know that. So why is he here protecting me? Is it purely because he wants to make this deal, and he doesn’t want it to go bad if something happens to me, or is it because he cares more than he’s letting on? Are my seductions actually working? Or is it a connection that was going to happen, no matter how things went down? I’ve felt a spark since the moment I laid eyes on him. Does he feel it, too?
 

I gently pull myself from the sleeping bag, and get to my knees, peering around. I find the shirt I was wearing last night, and pull it on as well as my jeans. Everyone is sleeping, and I let my eyes fall on Eric, who is leaning against a rock looking awfully uncomfortable. I tilt my head and listen for rain. It’s drizzling outside, but the urge to go out and breathe in the fresh air is far stronger than my hesitation over getting wet. I get to my feet and very carefully tiptoe out of the cave. The moment I straighten, I suck in a gasped breath.
 

It. Is. Breathtaking.
 

There are no other words to describe it. Even through the drizzling rain, and the rolling grey clouds in the sky, it’s utterly gorgeous. The trees are thick, covered in a fine furry layer of moss. They range from tall and slim to short and bushy. The sound of birds chirping and bees buzzing fills the air. I can smell a mix of pine, salt, and fresh cool air. I shiver, and wrap my arms around myself as I take a step forward. I need to see more.
 

I walk out through the trees, and peer over at the ship sitting on the sand. It looks as though it’s been thrown up there without a care in the world. Seeing it like this makes me realize just how beautiful it really is. I just pictured it as an old, raggedy ship. It’s not. It’s absolutely a work of art. It’s massive, and the dark wood that it’s made from really gives it something extra, like it just completes it. The flags are white, the detail in the wood is exquisite, and the mermaid off the front just tops it off. It’s divine. I rub my arms, and peer around at the beach. It’s hard to see because of the fine layer of mist covering the water, but I already know that the water is blue and crystal clear.
 

I wiggle my toes in the damp sand, and then turn and walk back into the trees. My foot aches as I begin walking toward the sound of running water, but it doesn’t stop me. Curiosity far outweighs pain in this case. I trek through the trees, following the sound of water. I bat away mosquitos, and some other little flying insects, and keep on shoving through. I near closer to the water, and when I finally see the crystal clear lake topped with a waterfall, I lose all my breath.
 

Oh.
 

My.
 

I didn’t realize how cramped I’d been on the ship until this. The urge to strip off is strong enough that I find myself peering through the trees to make sure no one is around before gripping the hem of my shirt and pulling it up. I lift it off and toss it on the ground,
and then discard my jeans
. I hesitate with my bra and panties, but decide to leave them on. It’s not worth the risk if someone decides to come down here. I find an entry point, and I slowly sink into the cool crisp water.
 

Oh, heaven.
 

I go under, letting the cool water soothe my slightly throbbing head. I make my way over to the waterfall, and little splatters of water and mist hit my face as I near closer. I climb up a few rocks, slipping a few times, before finally stepping underneath it. The water hitting my body is like an all-over massage. I groan and close my eyes, tilting my head back and letting it wash over me. It’s almost erotic, like you need a body pressed up against you to make the experience that much more real.
 

I think about Hendrix, and the way his fingers fucked me last night. Shit, if he fucks that well with his fingers, I can’t wait to see what he does with his cock. I shudder at the
thought, and find my fingers grazing my nipples. They are hard, and a tingle shoots through my body when my fingers pinch the tips. A little moan escapes my lips, and the ache between my thighs intensifies. God, I haven’t had sex for so long. At least a year. My body is desperate for it.
 

“Best get your fingers off those pretty nipples before I do something I’ll regret.”
 

The husky voice has me jumping back with a squeal. I slip on a rock, and feel my body going down, but a set of hard arms wrap around me and pull me back up. I know it’s Hendrix; what I don’t know is how the hell he managed to sneak up on me. I open my eyes and look up at him. He’s soaking wet, with all that dark hair sticking to his face. Damn him. He snakes his tongue out and licks a droplet of water off his lips, and realization hits. I’ve touched him, but he’s not tried to kiss me.
 

Not once.
 

“I know what you’re doin’,” he murmurs, pressing a hand against my lower back and pulling me toward him.
 

“What’s that?” I murmur.
 

“You’re tryin’ to seduce me.”
 

I freeze. Shit. He knows? I let my eyes scan his face.
 

“Don’t flatter yourself, maybe I actually want to do these things.”
 

He grins, and reaches up, tangling a hand in my hair. “I don’t usually fall for this shit, but fuck knows you’re getting inside my head.”
 

Oh.
Yes.
 

“I’m not trying to make you fall for anything,” I murmur, staring at his lips.
 

“You’re in here, playin’ with your nipples, half-naked and lookin’ so fuckin’ gorgeous it hurts. And you’re tellin’ me you’re not playing with me?”
 

“That’s what I’m telling you,” I say, meeting his gaze. “I didn’t know you were here, and I was…playing with myself, because the water felt nice on my body.”
 

“Are you horny, little
inocencia
?” he purrs.
 

I think about my answer for a minute. This answer is going to push this over the line, or end it. Hendrix just admitted that I am getting to him, which means there is something there, which means I have a chance at freedom. I’m not going to ruin that chance by hiding from my body’s desires. I lean in closer, and I whisper, “I haven’t been fucked for over a year, so yes, pirate, I’m horny.”
 

He hisses, and he tugs on my hair. “You want me to fuck you,
inocencia
?”
 

“Do you want to fuck me, pirate?”
 

“You fuckin’ know I do. There are conditions that come with it, however…”
 

I frown. “And what would they be,” I say, leaning up close so our lips are nearly touching.
 

Heat sizzles between us, and my entire body comes to life. Hendrix tugs at my hair, and my lips pull back. “The first, no kissing.”
 

I shake my head in confusion. “What?”
 

“I don’t kiss. It’s personal, and I don’t do it unless I am deeper with someone than just lust.”