Apocalyptic Pirates 6, page 11
“Come on, Dia,” Letty called. “Come with us, it’ll be fun, I promise.”
“Really?” Dia wrinkled her nose. “I don’t see how that’s possible.”
“Come on,” Letty pleaded. “At least come and give it a shot. If nothing else, you’ll be another gun in the group.”
“Okay,” Dia sighed. “I guess I’ll go and forage.”
“Yeah!” Letty cheered.
“Don’t get used to this,” Dia warned her. “I’m a hunter, not a gatherer.”
“Of course, of course,” Letty reassured her. “Now come on! Grab your gun and let’s go!”
Dia rolled her eyes but followed Letty and Ally over the side of the boat. They landed on the ground, waved goodbye, and disappeared into the trees.
“They’ll be fine,” Shannon said as she came to stand by my side.
“I didn’t say anything,” I said in surprise.
“You didn’t have to,” she said with a smile. “I know you. If Dia’s a hunter and Letty’s a gatherer, then you’re a healer and a protector. You want to keep us all safe.”
“You caught me.” I gave a rueful laugh and ran my hand through my hair. “I guess I just want to make sure that everyone’s okay.”
“We are okay,” Shannon reassured me. “We’ve got this. They’ve got this. How many times have we fought dragons now, and in far more dangerous conditions than this?”
“You’re right.” I sighed. “I just can’t help but worry.”
“I know.” Shannon patted my shoulder. “That’s why you’re a great leader. But you’ve got to learn to let go as well. You can’t worry about us all the time.”
“I know!” I exhaled in exasperation. “You’re all capable adults who can protect themselves. I just… I can’t let go easily.”
“Go and make your phone call,” Shannon advised in a gentle voice. “You’ll feel better when you’ve spoken to Sammy. Maybe you’re working overtime to protect us because you can’t do that for her.”
I didn’t want to admit it, but Shannon was probably right.
I was stressing about this too much, and I knew it wasn’t good for me. There was no way I could think with a clear head if I was consumed with these worries all the time.
“Go on.” Shannon gave me a push. “Get out of here while I clean my babies.”
“You know, Letty’s right,” I told her. “You have a serious addiction to tending to those things.”
“They’re my children, I make no excuses.” Shannon flashed me a grin and went below to grab her equipment.
I stood on the deck and took a couple of deep breaths in the fresh air. It was strange to be out here by myself during the day without the chatter and commotion of all the women around me.
The blue sky stretched overhead, and a few clean, little, white clouds drifted across the horizon. A bright green and pink parakeet landed on a tree just in front of me, fixed me with a bright beady eye, and let out a curious whistle.
I whistled back at it, and the bird ruffled its feathers as though I’d just said something terribly rude.
I smiled to myself. The bird screeched and took off, and I followed its flight across the path to where it landed in a flower bush a few feet away.
I wondered how the women were getting along and if they were seeing any birds like this one, and then I started thinking about what Dia had said last night about bringing dragon medicine to the rest of the village. I couldn’t tell if that was a good idea or not. We’d had a lovely welcome from them yesterday– Manuel excluded– but would that welcome last when they found out what lay behind Marisol’s miracle cure?
I didn’t want to assume the worst of these people, but if history told us anything it was that suspicion and fear went hand in hand. People were terrified of the dragons, and with good reason, and I couldn’t blame anyone who was against the notion of dragons being useful or having a positive effect.
The question was, how would the villagers react?
With threats? Hostility? Violence?
If it came down to it and they rejected Marisol for the dragon blood that we had helped put into her system, what then? I felt that we would have a responsibility to make sure that she and Eva were safe, seeing as it was only through our actions that she’d been able to access the cure in the first place. Maybe we could take them with us to another village. Maybe there were more family members in another part of the country who could take them in.
Or maybe they were so isolated here that no one ever left. Maybe this was the only place where their family had ever lived, and they had no ties and no connections outside of the village.
I realized I was chewing on my lower lip in frustration, and I made myself stop.
This was exactly what Shannon had been talking about. I needed to slow down and put these thoughts out of my mind. It was fine to be concerned about what was going to happen next, but it was a waste of time and energy to obsess over events that I couldn’t predict or control.
I made myself take in a long, deep breath through my nose and let it out through my mouth.
And at that moment, I heard a twig snap in the forest nearby.
Chapter 7
I froze with my heart hammering in my chest.
I strained my ears to try and make out the slightest possible sound behind me.
I heard a rustle. Another twig snapped. And then the quick, sharp sound of an indrawn breath.
In one quick motion, I lunged for my gun, spun around, and aimed at the attacker rushing at the yacht out of the trees.
“Whoa!” they yelled and skidded to a stop with their hands raised, and I realized with a shock who it was.
“Dia!” I almost shouted it. “What the hell?”
The Latina woman wiped her hand over her brow in a dramatic gesture.
“Jeez, Drew,” she gasped. “You startled me.”
“That’s because you charged at me out of the trees like a complete and utter lunatic!” I retorted. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I wanted to scare you,” Dia said with a grin.
Jesus Christ. Only Dia would think someone in the middle of a dragon apocalypse was lacking in enough scare elements.
I couldn’t stay mad at her. It was too weird of a quirk to hate it.
I shook my head and put down my rifle as an exasperated laugh spilled out of me.
“You’re impossible,” I said. “You know that?”
Dia grinned up at me and quickly climbed on board the boat.
“Dia!” Shannon exclaimed as she came out of the hatch. “What the hell are you doing here? Are the others okay?”
“Oh, yeah, they’re fine.” Dia waved her hand dismissively. “Plants bore me. I went with them to the village and saw them set off with Eva. And then I came back here.”
“Of course you did.” Shannon shook her head.
“Hey, it was really boring,” Dia protested. “You didn’t go with them because you knew that it would be dull, too.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Shannon conceded. “I’m happy to be cleaning the guns.”
“Of course you are,” Dia replied, and she threw me a cheeky wink. “I’m going to get a drink. Do either of you want anything?”
“I’m good,” Shannon replied.
“I’ll come down with you,” I said.
I followed Dia down the hatch into the kitchen where she poured us both a glass of water.
The cool liquid slid down my throat, and I sighed in relief as I drained it all down and put the glass back into the sink.
Dia leaned against the counter, and I went to stand next to her.
“I could have shot you, you know,” I said with a chuckle.
“Yeah.” Dia pushed back her hair from her face and laughed. “I’m an idiot. I didn’t think about that part of it. I just wanted to get you, and my mind didn’t go further than that. Which is what I always do, I know.”
“You do,” I conceded. “But it usually works out for you.”
“Sometimes.” She sighed. “I don’t know. I’m a mess.”
“No.” I touched my knee against hers. “Don’t get like that.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Overly critical of yourself,” I replied. “It’s a habit you have. When you feel bad, or worried, or anxious about something, you either push people away or you turn it in on yourself.”
“Wow.” Dia cocked an eyebrow. “You’ve got me all figured out, huh?”
“Am I wrong?” I challenged.
“Yeah,” she retorted. “You are wrong, actually.”
“So you’re not being too hard on yourself right now?” I queried.
“Nope.” She shook her head. “I’m doing this instead.”
She put her glass down on the counter, twisted around, grabbed hold of the front of my shirt, and pressed her lips against mine.
The kiss sent electricity fizzing through me.
I kissed her back with a fierce hunger, and I cupped her face in my hands to bring her closer to me so I could deepen the kiss.
Dia gave a little moan as my tongue gently eased her lips apart. Her mouth opened and closed, her tongue teased mine, and her hands were tight fists in the fabric of my shirt.
We kissed until we were breathless, and then Dia pulled back and stared at me with her chest heaving.
“You don’t know me,” she declared.
She licked her rosy lips and gave them a delicious sheen. She was wearing a bra underneath her tank top, but even so, her nipples were tenting the thin fabric.
“Don’t I?” My voice was a low growl.
I grabbed her ass with one hand and pulled her body closer to me. I could smell the excitement on her, and it was driving me crazy. My other hand went to her chest, and I rubbed my thumb over the tight bump of her nipple through her shirt.
Even through the layers of fabric, her breasts felt fucking amazing, and Dia’s eyelashes fluttered in tandem with the movement of my thumb.
“I think I do know you,” I whispered in a low growl as my fingers teased her. “I think I know that this is driving you crazy right now.”
“Uh-huh,” Dia gasped.
“And I think I know what you would like to happen next, too.” My fingers trailed down the soft curve of her stomach to reach the bottom of her white tank top. My fingertips grazed the smooth olive skin of her stomach, and she drew in her breath in a sharp inhale.
I pressed my palm against her stomach for a moment before gliding upwards until I reached her bra. My fingers slid inside the cup and touched the deliciously soft skin of her breasts, and then reached the tight, excited bud of her nipple.
“Mmm,” Dia gasped.
“Is that what you like?” I growled.
“Mmm.” She nodded breathlessly.
“Say it. Say it out loud.” My finger and thumb slid inside her bra, and I pinched her nipple hard.
“I like that,” she moaned. “That feels so fucking good, Drew.”
“And what else do you like?” I removed my hand and slowly began to ease her tank top up over her head. “What else do you want to happen right now?”
I pulled the shirt off, and Dia’s dark curls tumbled down around her shoulders and the heaving mass of her glorious breasts. I reached around to unclip her bra, and her breasts fell free into my hands. I buried my face in them, and the scent of Dia’s body that was part sweat, part musk, and all sex filled my nostrils and penetrated my brain with a chemical high.
“I like…” Dia’s eyes were half-closed in anticipation. “I like it when you touch me. And I want to feel your cock inside me.”
“I bet your pussy is soaking wet for me right now, isn’t it?” I kissed the smooth olive domes of her breasts and gloried in their softness, their smell, their weight and heft, and how amazing they felt in my hands. Her rosy nipples were so tight they looked like the buds of flowers just waiting to open, and I put one in my mouth and sucked on it hard.
Dia whimpered and grabbed handfuls of my hair to hold me close.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, god, Drew, that feels so good.”
I worried her nipple with my tongue while my hands went to her waist and undid the button on her little shorts. I eased them down over her round hips and pulled them off. Her panties came down with them, and it was so fucking sexy to see, smell, and feel how turned on she was. Dia’s panties were wet through with her arousal, and when I cupped her pussy in my hand, the pure, wet heat of it was maddening.
My cock was throbbing with desire. The blood was pounding in my ears, and my heart was drumming a wild beat behind my ribs. I wanted to delay the moment of gratification, and I wanted to make Dia cum first.
But then Dia grabbed my face between her hands and put her mouth right by my ear.
“I want to feel your cock inside me,” she whispered. “I want you to put that huge fucking sexy length of yours inside my pussy.”
There was no fucking way I could say no to that.
With one quick movement, I lifted Dia around the hips and sat her on the countertop.
She was panting, and every breath moved her breasts up and down enticingly. She leaned back, and I caught a tantalizing glimpse of the pink folds between her legs before she pressed her knees together and looked up at me through her lashes as she dared me to come closer.
I fumbled with the button on my shorts and dragged them down over my rock-hard erection. Then I pulled Dia’s legs wide open and revealed the full glory of her pussy to me.
The moisture was gleaming on her pink lips, and I could even make out the swollen rosy nub of Dia’s clit just peeking through the folds.
“Drew,” Dia moaned. “I want you so bad.”
She reached for me and linked her fingers through mine. I pressed her hands back against the wall, and with one quick thrust of my hips, I drove my cock inside Dia’s waiting pussy.
The motion made Dia’s breasts bounce with the force of our two bodies meeting. Dia cried out, and she grabbed at my shoulders and raked her nails down my upper arms at the sensation of my cock filling her pussy.
I groaned as the sweet, hot, silken wetness of Dia’s innermost part welcomed me in. A shudder of pure ecstasy rippled through my body.
I wanted to slam my cock balls deep inside Dia, but I made myself hold back and push myself in more slowly after that first initial thrust.
“Oh, my god,” Dia moaned. “Your cock is so fucking big.”
“Is it too much?” I whispered.
“No,” she breathed. “I want all of it. I want all of your cock inside me.”
I took a deep breath and eased more of my length inside her.
“More,” she begged. “Harder.”
I closed my eyes and slammed my cock all the way inside Dia’s waiting cavern.
She moaned in pleasure and wrapped her legs around me to keep me locked inside her.
The feel of Dia’s body writhing against mine was intoxicating. The slide of her skin, the soft curves of her body, and the glorious, tight, wetness between her legs that held me captive was mind-bendingly powerful.
For a moment I just stood there with my cock deep inside Dia and with her legs wrapped around my waist, and I looked down into her eyes.
She licked her lips with the intimacy of our gaze, but she stared boldly back at me, and she didn’t look away.
It was one thing to see someone naked, but to slow down and look into their eyes was something else entirely, and as I stared into Dia’s dark, beautiful, brave eyes, I felt such a wave of love for her rise up inside me it was like a whole other layer to the moment that made it even more potent than it had been before.
I bent my head to Dia’s lips, and I kissed her.
She moaned under my mouth, and her lips caught mine with a fierce passion.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I groaned in her ear. “All of you, your body, your mind. I fucking love you, Dia.”
“I love you Drew,” she gasped. “I love your heart and your soul, and I love how amazing your cock feels inside me.”
She dug her heels against my ass and lifted her hips under me.
I pulled my cock out of her pussy and then thrust it deep inside her again, and then again, and again.
“Yes,” Dia moaned. “Oh, god, yes, that feels so fucking good.”
“Do you like that?” I growled. “Does my cock feel good in your pussy?”
“It feels so good, oh, my god,” Dia gasped. “Fucking yes, fuck me, Drew, fuck me harder.”
I thrust even deeper inside Dia’s pussy, and she gasped and threw her head back as she moaned in pleasure. Her breasts were bouncing on her chest with the force of my cock plowing so deep inside her, and her nipples were tight pink buds that grazed my chest.
“Yes,” she moaned, and her voice rose as she gave voice to her pleasure. “Yessssssss, yes, yes, yes, oh, god, yes.”
I could feel that she was getting closer to reaching her climax, and I increased the pace of my thrusts. She gasped and moaned with pleasure every time I drove into her. Her body quickened with every thrust of my cock, and she grabbed hold of my forearms and dug her nails deep into my skin as my manhood finally pushed her over the edge.
“Oh, my gooodddddd,” she moaned. “Oh, my god, oh, my goooooddd.”
The silken walls of her pussy constricted around my cock, and her body clutched at me and held me as the orgasm rolled through her pleasure centers. She moaned, her limbs shook, and she threw back her head and gasped as she came.
“Oh, my god,” she panted. “Fuck, Drew, that was so good.”
“You liked that?” I growled.
“Uh-huh.” Dia covered her face with her hands, and through her splayed fingers I saw her wet pink lips gasping as she recovered.
I began to carefully ease out of her, but she grabbed hold of my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Don’t you want a break?” I queried.
“A break?” A sly smile played over Dia’s lips. “Well, after all that, you don’t know me at all.”
“Oh, really?” I grinned. “We’re going to go through this again, are we?”
“I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” Dia smirked. “Can you guess what I want to do next?”
