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Chapter XX
Never Be Enough For Me
MARRIED
He definitely uses the husband-part to the fullest all night long. It starts from where he gently guides her down the little folded stair from the carriage, all the way to the core of the evening.
It is as if he now wears this title as if it fits his hand like a smooth glove. For a gentleman he has her around pretty much all the time. Whenever she attempts to as simply as go for a glass of water, Jack is up to help her. He can tell he does this only to make it impossible for her to do anything less but to be around him, yet she really cannot do anything about that anyhow. And for an evening it is actually quite pleasant. Even with Salazar around. For once he seems to be preoccupied by other things, like socializing with others. As result lets Jack be able to let his shoulders relax somewhat.
Monty and Rothley stay in touch with Jack throughout the afternoon. During the pleasant dinner, the three men keep close as they discuss properties and in between throw remarks to one another. Just slightly hitting below the belt but never fully.
It even surprises Jack of how well he can keep up with such conversations. This is absolutely not a part that belongs in him, but for a master he is to manage wearing this hat with such convincing attributes. With Angelica's small glances, it appears as if she too reacts to how well-spoken this man can be. For a manipulative piratess, she is not too bad herself. Wearing grace as if it is her middle name.
However he finds it overly difficult to pretend Angelica means nothing to him, while in front of others must pretend she means everything. Those are two contradicting motions. It is only for Salazar's eye she must appear as any simple wench he has encountered and certainly not worth anything more to him. That it is a mere coincidence she ended up with him in this soup. That it has nothing to do with his stupid firstmate Gibbs who obviously has other ideas hidden up his sleeve.
And on the contrary, among all else, he pretends that there is no other than her. This leads to doing things like eying her view those eyes and playing with her curls as he speaks at the dining table. While once moving freely around the house, he would be alone with Monty and Rothley, Salazar had chosen to join. This was a terrific moment to let Monty go on and on about Jack's hot nursemaid. Or rather, Frances' hot nursemaid. Letting this not go unnoticed by Salazar, Jack even exaggerated and would let Monty fool Salazar by not even knowing he did.
"Come on, Jack. I don't believe a at all nothing never happened at your house," Monty urges. "Not that it troubles me," he chuckles. "But honestly, she must... try her ways with you?"
"Perhaps," Jack admits.
Salazar watches him intently as if he tries to read him. Monty nor Rothley do not notice though.
"You wouldn't have trouble..," Rothley nods discreetly to Angelica that certainly does notice at once of her being a part of their topic. Standing further away in the middle of gossip with the ladies, she never loses her vision. "Not having another one to keep you full?"
"What man would?" Jack chuckles amused and sips more rum.
Salazar twitches, before oblivious to the pig side of the pirate. Jack only smirks more at this, while the men probably take it as a yet further piggy side of him.
With his glass of champagne, Rothley shrugs and nods. He too laughs. "That makes sense."
By now, Salazar has his eyes peering at Jack. Probably deep in thought of analyzing this. Monty joins this laughter and hits Salazar harsh enough for showing his position but also quite playfully. "Too bad for you then. Your cousin snatched the two most beautiful women over in London and none of them are for you."
Rothley joins this and cheers with Jack that now meet Salazar's gaze before sinking the rest of his rum. It brings Salazar to stand up, excuse himself and head to the group of people where Angelica also is.
"What was all the talk about, Peter?" Monty suddenly grows more serious now when Salazar left them for privacy. "Why don't you just sell the islands and invest in gold or something? The king would be happy, I am certain. Surely, there is not much of worth over there. What contains any sort of value is found here. Here in Europe. Most of all, here in London. Capitol of the world."
They never witness Jack's flicker in his eyes of hearing this, as overly confident as the cousins are. Rothley simply shrugs and leans back into the grand armchair he sits in.
Monty on the other hand turns to Jack. "You own Caribbean islands. Do you see value in that?"
"No," Jack speaks and shakes his head, gaining Rothley's attention too. "I have been in negotiations with a Governor Milton, and we have a contract in progress."
Rothley seems astonished. "Oh? How come?"
Letting Monty shine a bit, Jack points to him with gesture of raising his glass towards his direction. "Just as Monty said - there be no future overseas. What's important is here. Better sell of whatever we have there before it's too late."
It looks like Baron Rothley has a debate going on in his mind, trying pros and cons of such drastic actions. "Thing is, I handle these islands for the British monarchy. They belong to this kingdom. I cannot make such decisions by a night's thinking."
"'Course not," Jack agrees and understands he better let innocent Monty do the talk.
"But what if you make a truly dazzling decision, cousin," he thinks aloud. "What if it makes you achieve a higher title as a personal thank you from the royal family. Have you thought of that? Jack is an intelligent investor. I'd listen to him."
Still, Baron Rothley is not completely sold. "I'm a baron, Monty. I can't go much higher, can I?"
Monty bites his tongue, clearly inwardly envious of this. He himself had a much lower rank and simply rolls his eyes at his cousin. Whatever.
"Hey guys!" Anna interrupts as she shouts from the group of couches where all women sit. There are a few men as well, quite leaving then Jack, Monty and Rothley to themselves.
Regardless of what she wants, they have probably reached the furthest Jack could go for tonight. But he definitely has begun to scratch the surface by now. That is a beginning. Even a close beginning.
"Join us for..," she leans drunkenly to a nearby lady. "What was the name of this?"
The lady answers something to Anna and she repeats it in a shout to her husband. "Truth or dare! Come Peter, would you join us?"
Jack and Monty almost chokes on their drinks and Rothley simply laughs. "Anna, we are grown ups!"
"So what?" another lady cries out. "Just come already! We even have an empty bottle we can play with!"
At this, Angelica stands and apologizes, she heads over to Jack and suggests. "Maybe it's time for us to head home."
This is again not a question she asks. She is demanding Jack to take them home before things get out of hand. But Monty is not at all keen on letting the Teagues leave just yet.
"It'll be fun, Lady Teague. Stay, we'll take care of you."
She gives him a daring look, telling him to stay out of it and that she is up for no negotiation.
"I don't play such things anymore," she stands up for herself. "It was a long time ago I was ten."
Rothley grins to her. "I can see why Jack chose you."
Now Jack chokes on his rum again and tries to cover it up by a cough. He can see in her eyes how Angelica totally disagrees to this. In her words, she would always claim that it was she that chose Jack. And if one would let her ramble, she may even utter that it was as far as him having to quite force her in love with him. Never the other way around.
Saving her butt before her true self would be revealed, Jack gently and playfully grabs her wrist and pulls her down to his lap. "C'mon, 'Gelica. We play this every other night anyhow."
Her gasp gets drowned by Monty's: "I knew it!"
"Come on Teagues!" Rothley decides and begins to join the group of people with Monty in tow.
Now she gets the first genuine opportunity to once again - glare - to Jack. Oh my how she glares at him and he simply smirks back down to her in his lap. Even when wearing loads of layers of fabric of a gown, she inhales shakily when he has his hand on the inside of her thigh. Nobody can see this as the backrest of the couch is against the others and Jack's smug eyes dive deeper in her.
She warns him in a low tone, gritted teeth as she tries her best to contain herself from exploding. "Get. Your. Hand. Away. From. Me!"
"Why? Would perhaps Ricardo-."
"Armando!"
"Not like the idea of you not precisely... be the definition of an innocent novice?"
She huffs and tries to sit up but Jack holds her down as he goes on. He uses the opportunity to lean down and to teasingly whisper in her ear. "Like ye were when I first met ye, aye."
With his hand moving further up, she inhales dizzily and whimpers. "You have no idea how much I hate you."
"Hey, Jack!" Rothley shouts from the other grand saloon room with the group of couches. "Don't start yet! Get over here."
When he looks over his shoulder, Angelica uses his distracted moment to quickly get out of his hold and stand up.
"I'm going to get back at you for this," she speaks lowly only for him to hear. He stands up too and guides her by his hand on her lower back.
"Can't wait for that, darlin'."
She would show him her disapproval of saying so if she had not been in earshot of the others.
With Baroness Anna Rothley holding her hand out for Angelica, the woman takes the occasion to sit down as far from Jack as possible. He plops down in the same couch as Rothley and Monty though. The trio sort of becoming the trio.
While a woman of the guests starts describing the obvious rules any three year old would get, the servants have begun running back and forth to serve them with new cocktails and drinks. Some were already by the stage of heaving water.
Compared though to a play with children, this escalates quickly to almost quite not even be proper for grownups. It starts with some dares of making another one sweeping down a shot or two. Usually directed to one of the many men.
The fun (or terrifying?) starts, for Jack's part when the bottle is spinned by a duchess and lands on Angelica. Lady Teague, being quite sober from avoiding drinks throughout the night feels rather alert in her mind. She remembers her journals perfectly well and therefore answers: "Truth."
She is quite uninterested in this play and just wants to get this over with. Her hope is in Jack, that he too finds disinterest in this and will at last suggest them to call it a night.
"Now, Lady Teague! When did you fall in love Lord Teague?"
"Oh, I see..," Angelica finds herself suddenly sort of at loss of words. Jack meets her eyes, still challenging her and enjoys every bit of this. Clearly this is not what she expected.
Choosing to go by truth, she silently and unknowingly by the others punch the heavy ball right back into Jack's stomach. "I knew the first moment I saw him in Spain, that I'd never get rid of this person."
It earns a laughter among most, but Jack never laughs. Neither does Salazar.
When she spins the bottle, it lands on Rothley. The daring baron naturally chooses 'dare', which makes Angelica start to grow delighted by this little game.
"Sí..," and she looks around. "I dare you... to hand Mr Quentin Williams here," she gestures to a fat man barely involved in the game. "Your greatest golden jewelry."
"Not fair!" Rothley exclaims but still laughs. He shakes his head and snatches his hand for a butler to fix this. Amused he winks to Angelica. "You had the nerve," he is playful. "You'll regret that." It earns a smile from her.
When the butler returns, Mr Quentin Williams apologetically, yet excitedly accepts this item. It shimmers by the burning chandelier above them. From outside, a few lit torchlights let the shadows dance. It is pitchdark outside and almost midnight by now.
Rothley is fast to spin the bottle and it lands on Salazar. "Armando Teague," he speaks.
"Well," he thinks. "I go for truth."
"Truth," Rothley muses. "One to ten. How much do you fancy Jack's wife?"
There are some comments of Rothley not being fair but worse questions have after all being dropped in there. So it is all fair game.
"Eleven."
Well, if he was that honest? So could Jack.
It is as if everybody's attention goes to Jack that just shrugs nonchalantly to this. He cannot create a scene out of this. "The chance of you getting her is even smaller than you living up to the Teague name. In other words, it was deserved."
It is odd, but every single person among them laughs at this. Again, taking it as a simple cousin-family-banter.
"You see me as a threat, Jack?" Salazar taunts.
"Oh no, I just figured you slipped on a banana peel to our family name but let's face it, nobody slips on a banana peel twice."
In his intoxicated state, Monty puts an end to it by chuckling and holding his hand for Salazar to keep silent. He is definitely on Jack's side. "Very well, Teagues. No fight here."
When Salazar gets to spin the bottle and it landing on an unattractive woman getting onto a dare, he immediately makes her sit down in Monty's lap to make out with him. Monty groans a no but is rather forced into this.
Before she is back to spin the bottle, Salazar stands up. "Think it's about time to head home."
Angelica is about to stand too when Jack holds out his hand to motion her to sit down again. "You go home, but we stay for a bit longer."
Salazar is about to object to leave himself then but is overheard by another two couples that join him to stand up. "We ought to leave as well, unfortunately. It has been a lovely evening though."
Salazar seems reluctant to it all but is rather forced to leave as he is pulled along with the others towards the entrance room. Not even Angelica manages saying goodbye to him. All he can get out is, "I'll see you, cousin, Angelica, at home later."
"Goodnight, Armando," Jack raises his glass with a smirk and then Salazar is gone.
When the bottle lands yet again, so soon, on Angelica, she sighs again and goes for truth. Seeing the dares escalating from loosening corsets to fullblown and wet make outs, she decides to stick to truth.
The ugly woman shuts everyone with her hushing finger and looks directly to Angelica. "Tell me, Lady Teague, what happened after the late night when Jack told us ladies how he knew when he loved you?"
"What night?" She tenses and immediately blushes. She cannot even control it. "I have no idea of what night you're talking about," she tries and cover her reaction up by a fake grin.
But when Jack's grin becomes evident, him neither being able to control it and she sees it, she breaks out blushing harder and grinning even wider. She has to laugh it off and cover her face with her hand in embarrassment and most joins her.
"Oh, you sure know!" Monty goes on. "Maybe this 'lady' has something to spill!"
Anna laughs too. "Yes, Angelica, we were a few witnessing what happened in the hallway."
"Hmm..?" Angelica tries to recover and gather herself.
Now getting back at Angelica for before, Rothley decides to join 'take-Angelica-down', and points between her and Jack. "This is my town, folks. I have ears everywhere and I've heard all about a carriage ride that night which had certain noises from it."
"Oh god!" and Angelica hides her face behind both of her hands.
Jack cannot stop grinning at her.
"So it's true?!" a duke laughs and points to them. Then he quickly goes serious and frowns. "Well, I'd like to have a wife like that."
His wife slaps his arm.
Angelica quickly slips down to the floor and spins the bottle before more questions will fly her way. It lands again on Rothley.
"No way!" he bursts out although still amused. "Please don't make me give away the house."
"Depends on what you choose."
"I do choose truth then."
After sliding back up to her spot in the couch, she folds her arms and observes him for a longer moment before asking.
"How do you feel about the royal family?"
It is a serious question and Jack gets alerted at once. Clearly Angelica is not to be underestimated from falling off duty. She is fishing for information for him to use.
"Lady Teague, you are driving me mad."
Jack must almost huff. So Rothley is clearly not the only man...
Being overly under influence now, Rothley has no limits whatsoever as to what he spills. "They are just a bunch of fortunate morons who had the right parents and I should've been there!"
"Peter!" Anna tries.
"One day, by shining through with my good investments, I may get somewhat closer. But personally, no, I never had a warm thought of them."
"Is there any person out there having warm thoughts of family?" Jack decides to lighten the mood and he really does. Everyone agrees cheeringly and once Rothley spins the bottle and it lands on Jack, he now chooses, "Dare."
Again, Rothley glances to Angelica and she folds her arms for this.
"You will," and Rothley fumbles up a golden coin. Pig-like, he smiles toothily to Angelica while he hands Jack he coin. "Push this down between her breasts while you'll have her straddling you. And this with your teeth!"
"What no?!" she reacts to this. "That involves me!"
Rothley just grins to her. "Welcome to the game, Angelica dear."
"Doesn't the word, 'Lady' as in Lady Teague ring a bell?" she requires.
Now even Anna helps to push Angelica to her legs. "Don't be such a prude, Angelica."
Jack must snort at that comment. Angelica - a prude? Certainly she is good if she manages keeping up that image. Reluctantly she heads slowly over to Jack, trying not to stumble on anyone's leg or pillow that has been thrown onto the ground.
"This is unfair," she complains and lets Jack pull her down to his lap, all over again. Her legs fold on each side of him and she has to roll her eyes after her glare shot at him. If he so touches her in any inappropriate way she will make him pay so hard for this.
The smirk he has worn all night is just too provokative for her to handle. Yet her eyes are as glued into his when she tauntingly and purposely places herself right onto his groin. With her grand fluffy dress, this is of course nothing anybody else can see. It is only for Jack to feel.
Then she raises partly to have her bosom right into his face. Her fingers dig into the backrest of the couch he sits in and if she had not had her back against everyone, they would see the daggers her eyes shot. Rothley and Monty sitting on each side of Jack, cheers as his mouth lingers down her cleavage. She hisses at the touch of his lips brushing against her soft skin at this very much intimate and private area of hers.
"I hate this," she mutters under her breath.
When letting the coin go with a push, Jack manages kissing her tenderly right there. As she pulls back, he holds his hands up in surrender as if he never intended to but the grin he bites back reveals his true intentions.
"Will you spin the bottle for me?" he asks Monty who is soon down on the floor to spin it. "It's back on you, Jack! Or... perhaps we should say it lands on Angelica?" regarding the matter she still straddles him. She looks over her shoulder.
She is about to leave his embrace when he holds onto her. "Now, love." Startled she looks back to him and he meets her with a teasing grin. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," well obviously seeing what things can happen?
"No!" the others begin to boo. "No, choose dare!"
Another one joins. "Dare! You have to chose dare! It's your husband for god's sake!"
"Exactly," Angelica points out.
When she again looks back to Jack's pouting expression, she takes a deep breath. "Fine, dare! Dare it is..."
Ah, she surrendered.
This may not be precisely how things really are, aye? But Jack is fast to sell this idea in as continuing as selling in their perfect marriage. So he does this for actually two reasons.
"I dare you, darling," he can se her 'Oh-no-eyes'. Her rage in them. Her silent warning to him to not push it. But does he care? Oh no, it just makes things more heated with her!
"To kiss me. One of those French ones."
Perhaps it is only him, but it feels as if the rest now disappears once his only attention lands on her. Like a bubble he enjoys most of all. She seems to look around and only naughty cheers go between their friends.
He can feel her physical warning to him. Back again down in his lap to teasingly grind against him, rubbing herself against him. He is taken by such surprise he inhales, and that is when she lands on his lips. At first teasingly and magnetically drawing him to her until she can devour him. It is as if she brings his inner world out of him. Down to his core, he feels the strong pull to her. His whole world is spinning and all he can hope is that he does not whimper by the want of her.
His hands dig into her corset and he wishes now more than anything they had been alone. But at the same time, he is quite oblivious to the audience. He tries to savor every second of this, without letting her know exactly how much he needs her right now. She probably feels it anyhow. How she purposely teases him under her big skirt and how tantalizing her soft biting is on his lips. Pulling them teasingly with her.
Just as he realizes he must have let out a mulled groan, she stands up pantingly and gives Rothley a nod. "I just need some fresh air."
When she leaves, Monty and Rothley give Jack a funny look and he reflects it.
"She totally got you," Monty accuses.
"I got her," Jack corrects. "I am the one having her."
"If that's what you think," Monty disagrees.
Anna goes over to them and sits down in Peter's lap. "Why don't you and Angelica stay the night, Jack? I'd be wonderful to eat breakfast together tomorrow morning."
"I don't know 'bout that," Jack tries to reason.
But Anna is pushy. "Don't you think so too, my darling?"
Peter Rothley nods, agreeing with her. "I'd be delighted, Jack, if you'd stay the night. I'll tell our chefs to prepare a great breakfast tomorrow," and he points to Monty. "You're staying as well?"
"Naturally! I am not dismissing the idea of sleeping inside of your grandiose guest rooms alongside a great breakfast!"
Anna laughs at him. "Oh, Monty."
Then he sees her, Angelica, linger in the shadows of a hallway. While Anna, Monty and Rothley seem to joke about something, all Jack can see is his wife leaning nonchalantly against a wall in the doorway. Nobody else, in their drunken states, seem to reckon her. But Jack certainly does.
She is holding this fruit.
A banana.
In her hands.
Slowly she peels it and he tilts his head slightly.
Is she doing what he thinks she is doing?
His heart begins to race, throbbing heavily once she licks her lips before going from the bottom to the top.
He hisses and has to look away, but he finds it absolutely impossible to tear his gaze from her. The sight is irresistible.
Her tongue seductively licking the banana until she kisses the top of it and closes her lips around it.
He fidgets on the spot and tries to come up with an escape from all of this.
The sight is paralyzing every part of him. Every part except for that part. That is a hundred percent alive and in need of her.
Just as he is about to call it night, officially announce to everyone he is heading upstairs - with his wife - she is gone.
This can be a relief but all he can feel is this rush of blood wave through him. Fortunately there is nobody noticing his reaction to this as nobody even saw her.
Oh, my... He swallows.
What does this mean?
Does she want him to follow her?
She returns to the room as if she never left, and sits down in the couch she had been sitting on before. All while ignoring Jack's hungry stare.
Wait.
What is this?
Is this revenge?
He cannot believe it. She would do that to him?
They return to spin the bottle and it is Angelica's turn. Again, Jack tries to meet her eyes but she avoids him at all cost. But she does lean forward purposely in angels that make him have a clear vision of where he put the coin.
Alright, she is definitely getting back at him by winding him up. He does not even care to try to convince his mind that it would not be the case. It is too evident.
Truth or dare or spin the bottle game escalates further more. If things turned out to be non lady like according to Angelica before, it definitely is now. Being in luck, neither of them gets targeted during this time. Once a few ladies yawn and decides to call it a night, Angelica joins this. Forced to alike the others, kiss their husbands goodnight. Angelica leans down to plant a seductive kiss on the side of his mouth.
And it will burn there until much, much later.
Monty goes on babbling about horses and balls he has gone to many years ago and insane events that occurred. This is something Jack does his best to keep up with, but he very soon understands there is not a thing in the world he will be able to concentrate on while he has her upstairs. So he is discreet to also call it a night and hurry his steps up to second floor, storm down the hallway and politely in thankfulness nod to the maid who works in the hallway, that gestures to a room she knows his missus is at.
She stands there. Undressing herself. He enters just as the last part of her gown falls down to her ankles. Bare in a corset.
"What a room, sí?" she begins.
Aye. What a room.
But what a woman.
He clears his throat and closes the door after him.
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
Jack lowers his gaze to travel from her swollen lips to her eyes. "Downstairs."
She smirks to him. "I was hungry."
"Ye were hungry," he states and peers to her. She is obviously still playing him.
Flamboyantly but with a bit of severe tone to his expressions, Jack nears her and frowns to her. "Ye still keen on marrying the drip?"
She stays silent but on her spot, swallows and never tears her eyes from his. "I commit to what I promise."
"Is that so."
"Yes, Jack. I do the right thing."
Now he almost chuckles in disbelief. Is she delusional for real? "How can ye think, love, that this Spanish moron is your 'right-thing'?"
She swallows again. "You just have to accept that, Jack. This here, isn't for real and you know that."
He leans closer to her eyes and very much as he inwardly feels, it is clear she does not mean it. It shines right through her. At least for someone like Jack. Someone who has known her for the greater part of her life. Someone who knows her like the back of his hand.
"Angelica, please.."
Yes. He has really gone deep enough to in fact, officially, beg her. "Listen to me when I tell ye this man be no good."
At last tearing her eyes from him, she begins to fumble on the back of her corset. Ready to untie it and jump into a nightgown that Anna's maids politely have hung over a chair.
Feeling her wrists again twisted in it, she sighs and looks up to Jack that has taken a step back. "I'm stuck, again," she sighs. "I've got to buy a new one."
Jack nods, still in silence.
With her head, she motions to the door. "Would you get the maids for me to help? I saw one in the hallway before."
He nods once again and leaves in silence. Quietly he stands in the hallway and looks around for this maid. She stands further away and Jack motions to his door. He brings his glass of rum towards his lips and sips some. The maid gestures to him that she will help him as soon as she is done with whatever she does.
He gestures a 'thank you' back and takes a deep breath.
'Angelica, please...'
Does she have any idea what she makes of him? If Gibbs saw him right now, he would fold. Begging her like that.
No. That cannot just be.
He reenters the bedroom and she still has her hands to her back, tangled in a selfmade tie of knots.
"Was she there?" she asks relieved.
Jack closes the door and locks it behind him. "No."
It is probably his husky and decisive tone that sets the shift in the air. Because she begins to back away from him right at once.
"Jack," she warns. "What are you doing?"
He grins to her. "I'm getting the coin back."
She shoots him a glare. "You are not!"
"Aye," his smirk taunts her further. "I am."
Her steps back her further, sort of desperate to get away from him. "No te atrevas a tocarme," she warns.
He can only guess what she said, but her reaction speaks most of it. However the Spanish tongue is what brings his eyes to darken, his vision to fall and his own lips to separate.
Cornered she cannot fight his hand holding the back of her head. She cannot fight with her wrists tied behind her at her lower back. She is left at his mercy once he starts kissing her neck and presses himself against her.
"I dare you to stop me."
But she does not want to.
"I hate you..," she breathes and pushes herself against him like a magnet. She moans and meets him in a searching kiss while letting him touch her wherever he wants.
It cannot be physically possible to be drawn to another like this. But surely, this is precisely how much this woman makes him go insane. Insane over the fact that he just must devour her.
They just magnetically pull to each other like an invisible force, grinding against the other with all need of getting the tension released.
His hand carefully lingering on her inner thigh makes her almost lose it and Jack cannot decide whether he feels victory over this or if it just teases him as well to explode inwardly. When he is touching her, feeling her from inside - softly, she begins to whimper and move rhythmically against his hand. Her head tilts as she moves her hips to meet his hand in desperation for more.
She is so hot Jack may as well just come off by just pleasuring her. Her knees are too weak to keep her fully on her legs and he has to have his other arm holding her up against the wall.
Suddenly it knocks on the door. "Lady Teague! Can I come in?"
Unable to speak as she bites her lips, fighting for all she has to not roll over the edge, Jack smirks down to her and never stops when he shouts, "My wife - isn't finished yet!"
And now she pants heavily, her eyes shuts and he can feel her desperately whimper in want. She is trembling and almost gasping for air as close as she is. "Oh, Jack, please. I'm so clo..," and her words die as he pulls out the coin with the hand he freed.
"Found it!"
He takes a step back from her. There, he had her.
Begging for him.
"Gotta go, return this," he displays the coin to the much panting and at first confused Angelica. She is all dizzy before she gathers herself. Obviously still worked up, now by all the definitions of it.
"Jack?!" and now. Now, if she hated him before. She loathes him. "¡Desgraciado!
But Jack just smiles. "I'll get the maid for ye, darling!" and off he is.
A/N: SORRY for my turn of truth or dare! I know - cannot believe I would actually use this as of today, 2020 as we did back in fanfics a la 2008, haha! But I simply had to! Hope you still enjoyed it!
Alright! That was chapter 20! Until next time!