The next morning, Wade stood with Julianne on the deck. The sun was rising and most of the men were still asleep. He didn’t worry about it. They had worked hard to keep The Dark Lovely afloat during the storm. They could have a day to relax if they needed to. Hell, for all he cared, they could have a week if it meant he’d get to watch the sun rise every day.
Though Wade knew Julianne was only with him so that she wasn’t forced to return to Gunthry, he was beginning to enjoy having her around. Part of him thought that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t want to disappear after they found the treasure. Maybe she’d want to stay with him for awhile.
“I love this,” she whispered, looking out over the water.
“Me, too,” he murmured, looking at her.
Julianne smiled.
“Do you ever get tired of this? Watching the sun rise over the ocean? Feeling the wind in your face?” She asked.
“Never,” he answered easily. Though he tired of many aspects of piracy, the sea herself was not one of them.
“The sea is in my blood. I could no sooner leave the ocean than I could stop breathing.”
“That’s beautiful,” Julianne whispered. “I never imagined things could be so free.”
“What do you mean?” He asked her. Julianne was facing out over the water and Wade stood just behind her. He wrapped his arms over her chest, holding her close. He loved the way she smelled, the way she sounded when she snuggled against him.
He knew that he was falling hard and fast.
That was the last thing he needed.
“I just mean that things are very different here,” she said after a moment. “In Gunthry, I wasn’t really important, you know? I didn’t really have a purpose. Well, my only purpose was to one day get married. What I wanted never really mattered.”
“And you know that you matter here?”
She turned around to face him, stroking his beard with a soft smile.
“I’d like to think that I matter, at least to you.”
“You matter,” he whispered.
She nodded softly before kissing him. She didn’t seem to care that they were in the open deck. By now, the men likely already knew that the two of them were fucking. If they hadn’t figured it out yet, they never would, so it didn’t really matter, anyway.
Wade pressed his lips against hers. She tasted like the salty sea and like lust. She was perfect against him, perfect in every way. His tongue explored her softly, then faster, taking everything she had to offer him in that moment.
“Wade,” she whispered against him, breaking their kiss for just a moment.
“Yes, love?” He asked.
“I love being here,” she said. “With you, with the boys. I love this.”
“I know you do,” he said, kissing her again.
“No,” she whispered. “I don’t think you do.”
Without another word, she dropped to her knees, not bothering to see if anyone else was on deck. She suspected, and dearly hoped, that no one was awake yet. She tugged at Wade’s pants, pulling them down until his cock sprang free. He was still facing out over the ocean and she was facing him, the only thing between him and the rail of the ship.
Julianne leaned forward and kissed the end of his cock gently, licking it slowly. He let out a small gasp as she took his length in her mouth, taking as much as she could. She licked up and down, taking time to gently squeeze and massage his balls.
He hissed, grabbing her hair as she continued to suckle him. His cock was hard as he thrust into her mouth. Julianne gasped at the intrusion in her throat, but did her best to relax.
“That’s it, love,” Wade murmured, gripping her hair tighter. “Take all of me. Take it all.”
Julianne grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into herself. The action was all Wade needed to push him over the edge and he came, slowly shuddering, in her mouth. Julianne swallowed his juices before she slowly licked his cock, cleaning him off.
She pulled his pants back up and stood in front of him, watching him quietly.
Yes, she had just blown him on deck: every captain’s dream.
Wade grabbed Julianne’s waist and pulled her in for a dark kiss.
“Does that mean you liked it?” She whispered.
“Darling,” Wade smiled. “That means I loved it.”