Queen Of My Nightmare (Uncharted Secrets, Book 2): Endless Horizon Pirate Stories Read Free

sure. You have been asking me all along if I want some. Just hand it over already.”
    He filled a glass for me. “Have you ever had a taste before?”
    “Never.” I accepted the glass half full of red wine.
    “Ye be warned, beauty. Wine is kind of awful.” He chuckled and gestured with his hand, signaling for me to go on and try.
    So I did. And it was terrible. Nearly spitting out the strange flavor, I choked on the bittersweet taste. “Oh! Yuck. Bluck. My mouth is still dry. Did I even drink any? Did I miss my mouth?”
    “Ha! You got it. The face said it all. Nasty shit, huh?”
    “Terrible.” I took another drink.
    Handling it much easier this time, I attempted to keep a sophisticated pose as I smiled. “Thank you for this wonderful evening, Master Bentley.”
    We carried on with silly nonsense as I finished the glass, and once I finally got to my feet, I realized I was drunk. “Oh. Whoa. My body is buzzing like bee’s wings.”
    “That’s why they call it a buzz, my sweet.”
    “My, my. I think I rather like it.” I swayed in his direction, feeling as light as a daisy.
    Standing up to meet me, he took me in his big strong arms. “No sword fighting tonight, eh?”
    “Why in the world not?” I whined against his chest. We had been training all month and loving every minute of it, I did not want to miss a lesson.
    “Because you’re drunk and you might stab me.” He arched an eyebrow.
    “Blast it all. Sword fighting is more fun than drinking.”
    “Ah, the little Viking’s world is full of such perilous choices.”
    “Decision is made. I will never drink again.”
    “The sober sea artist.” He twirled me around.
    Dizzied by the spin, I slapped his arm. “Don’t do that! Oh, my, don’t do that.”
    “How about this? Can I do this?” He wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust his hips between them.
    Clearly remembering the magic that happened when those breeches weren’t in the way, I giggled, “Yes. You can do that anytime.” I kissed all over his neck as he carried me to the bed. “Anytime at all.”
    Dropping me onto the fluffy, blue blankets, he quickly laid his big body on top of mine and ran his hand up my thigh. “Ah, but not at sea. And it’s going to be torture resisting you while we’re gone.”
    Thinking of how much I would miss this kind of time with him, I whined, “Not even in your cabin?”
    “No. Never.” He moved his hand between my legs. “Best way to keep up your disguise is to live it. Can you handle that?”
    “I can. I had planned to go without sex for the rest of my days, anyway.”
    “Ah, but that was afore you had sex with me.” He flashed a sideways smile that assured me of how true his cocky statement was.
    As he rubbed all over the parts that made me woman, I sighed, “And you? Are you going to be able to follow your own rules?” I reached inside his breeches.
    “I don’t know. Just have to lie well enough to believe it myself, I guess.” He tried to sound unaffected by my touch, so I squeezed tighter.
    “But there’s no need for lying tonight.” He roughly yanked my dress off, pulled my knees apart, and let out a hungry groan.
    The heat of his mouth ran down my belly, slow and warm like melted wax. Once his kiss landed between my thighs he went on to pleasure me to the point of madness. Twisting and turning in the wake of his passion, there was no way to keep myself afloat. No way to hold myself solid in the turbulent tide. Tangling my hands in his light brown locks, I sighed and squirmed under the magical movements of his mouth. With my eyes closed I saw the Northern Lights, and with them open I saw the best looking man I had ever seen. Either way I was living a dream, and when he slid himself inside of me, the fantasy intensified. Buzzed from the wine and high on the glory of his image, it felt better than ever to be filled with his love. While meeting his thrusts with my own, I told him that I could never get enough of him or of his