Epilogue
The day Coire tired of making love to Treva would be the day he died. The way she scratched his back, tightened her legs around his waist, as he plunged into her over and over was intoxicating. The sounds she made, the breaths she took were all for him. And her taste… Blazes how he loved the way she tasted.
He hadn’t believed he was capable of love again. After Cait and Fenella, he was certain he’d never trust a woman again. Without trust, there canna be love. But Treva changed all that. He loved her more than he ever thought possible.
She was his, and he was hers.
Fugitives on the run.
Would Captain Pullings or Dread ever stop hunting for them? Let that be a worry for another day.
Treva cried out her release as he sank into her one final time. The muscles in his arse seized, and he ground out a heady groan through clenched teeth. Euphoria suspended him in time until Treva’s kiss broke the spell.
They lay together wordless as their sticky sweat cooled and the golden rays of the morning sun broke the horizon and spilled in his cabin through the nebulous window glass.
He loved this woman and couldn’t wait to share with her another love of his.
A whistle trilled on deck, rousing him from the bed. “Quickly, love. Get dressed. I want to show ye something.”
“What is it?” She languidly sat up and reached for his naked waist as he folded himself into his trousers. “Canna it wait?”
Coire pulled her from the mattress and spun her around. Blazes, her soft, bare flesh watered his mouth. “I promise ye winna be disappointed.”
“All right,” she giggled. “All right.”
Soon, she was dressed and he led her outside.
“No peeking,” he warned. “Just a little farther.”
Coire led her to the railing. He took a moment to soak in her beauty. She fairly glowed in the sunlight against the bright blue backdrop of sea and sky. Her rosy lips were still plump from his rough kiss before stepping out on deck. Strands of her honey-kissed hair, longer now than at the beginning of their journey, fluttered in the warm breeze. She was simply stunning.
“All right, open yer eyes.”
His heart swelled when her lips parted in awe.
The tropical island was indeed magnificent. Turquoise waters lapped at the blindingly white sandy beach. Black boulders dotted the shoreline. Proud palm trees danced in the wind. Where the beach gave way, deep, lush green plants with yellow and white blooms hugged the ground. The copse of trees beyond flaunted the flamboyant red and orange flowers of the flame trees here and there. Birds flit from treetops and if the wind shifted, their musical calls would be heard.
On the other side of the island, there was a port. And in that port was an establishment with some of the best saltfish dishes and finest rum in the Caribbean. He couldn’t wait to take her there. Never mind the owner had a score to settle with Coire. That should be entertaining.
Coire cast a glance over his shoulder to his crew gathering topside. By their grins, they were all happy to be back. Mr. Shaw clapped Redd on the shoulder, and Jonesy hopped upon the gunwale gripping the braces and whooped. Aye, they were home.
“’Tis…” Treva slowly shook her head at the words she seemed to not be able to form.
“Breathtaking, eh?”
“’Tis more than I imagined.” Moisture glistened upon her lashes.
“I’m glad ye like it. There are thousands more like it.”
“Like it? I love it!” She threw her arms around his neck. “Promise ye’ll show me every one of them?”
“The Caribbean is a wild and dangerous place,” he cautioned.
“Wild.” Her lips curled deviously. “I can think of no other place more fitting for the likes of a pirate.”
“Or two.” Coire pressed her closer—she’d know what she did to him—and soundly kissed her.
Treva turned back to the island. Her smile paled the scenery all around him. “I think I will love it here.”
“Good. We have many adventures ahead, love.”
THE END