Emerald [Pyrate's Treasure 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free

double sinks. The only difference was on her last trip in there she found a men’s toiletry bag beside the sink closest to Goldie’s room. Silver’s guest had arrived and apparently settled in.
    She growled low in her throat as the faint scent of fresh cut grass and spring rain wrapped around her. Her body responded immediately to the delicious aroma. Her nipples beaded, her clit jumped to attention, and her pussy gushed, dampening her panties. This was something that had never happened to her before. But then again, she had never come across her mate before.
    “Mine,” she murmured softly to the empty room.
    Though she wanted nothing more than to track her mate down and claim him, her body demanded she deal with it first.
    After doing what she had come in there to do, she headed downstairs, hoping to find some leftovers she could heat and eat quickly. She was not surprised to find the house was empty and silent as she wound her way to the kitchen. After all, it was the first night for new guests on the island. Everyone would be at the Treasure, either working or checking out the latest crop of guests for possible mates or short-term hookups.
    Opening the refrigerator, she sighed with disappointment. Ruby and Diamond must have gotten domestic and cleaned out the refrigerator. Turning to the freezer, she found it just as empty of anything that might make a quick meal for a starving writer who hated to cook.
    “Guess you’re just going to have to suck it up and go down to the Treasure,” she said to herself as she closed the freezer door and walked out of the kitchen.
    Her stomach rumbled long and loud in agreement.
    Looking at her clothes, she sighed again. She had to go back up to her room to change into something more public worthy. Torn, faded panties under a three-sizes-too-big T-shirt she wore without a bra was great for a day of writing, but not for walking through a crowd of humans in search of food.
    “Changing into something more appropriate will also keep you out of Grandfather’s doghouse,” she said to herself, “especially if you cross paths with your mate.”
    Walking back upstairs, she exchanged her comfy writer’s clothes for a bra, white tank top, and a red and white ankle-length broomstick skirt that was years out of style. It was comfortable and almost dressy considering what some people wore while on the island. She took off her damp panties and on a whim decided not to replace them with dry ones. Slipping her bare feet into a pair of well-worn red Crocks, she left her room and reluctantly headed into the village.
    On the front steps, she sniffed and picked up the faint residue of her mate’s scent. As if in a trance, she followed it into the village. She walked faster the closer she got to the business district as the scent grew stronger. Its trail led her to Pyrate’s Treasure. The closer she got to the pub, the tenser she grew.
    Ever since her return to the island after graduation, she had avoided the village at night, during the season, and especially the first night for guests. Too much alcohol and giddy happiness at being on an adult-only island lowered the guests’ inhibitions and sometimes led them to do foolish things.
    Stopping on the pub’s front porch, she hesitated then stepped out of the flow of traffic in and out of the door. A group of giggling women and several couples passed in and out while she took a few deep breaths and tried to talk herself into entering the building. Music, laughter, and voices spilled out of the open doorway as another couple pushed through the doorway and left. They were arm in arm and unaware that they were not alone in the universe.
    “Your mate is in there. Food is in there. You can do this,” she murmured to herself.
    Her comments drew the attention of a pair of good-looking men who apparently had already consumed a couple of drinks before leaving their cottage. They stopped and looked her up and down, then moved in on either side of her. Her