Happiness is a Warm Gun
Running, always ready
Feel as strong and steady
Tried to catch a glimpse of my old life
But your face was all I saw.
Blue eyes staring through me
Baby, what are you doing to me?
You scare me…
-Scare Me by Kenny Chesney-
They had drifted on the Thailand banks long enough and Jack eventually called for them to weigh anchor and take to the small town at Kantang Port for the night. It had been years since he'd been back to this place, but if he could remember things well enough, and he was sure he did, then the town would prove to be a place he could further test Eva's limits.
He wanted to see her slowly gain footing in the element of life he loved. He knew she was good at stealing things, and having her way with men, and sailing a ship, but he needed to know more and see more of her.
Kantang was where this could happen.
Not to mention it being a place where he could secretly get a feel for the Company's situation and its placement on their trail thus far. For he knew, the more days that passed, the closer their plans for revenge and re-capture would draw them to her again. And he wasn't about to watch her get carried away from him.
With her arm tied into his like some sort of a prize, a handful of the crew stumbling behind them in laughter and rowdiness, Eva's eyes grew wide with curiosity as Jack walked her along by his thorough knowledge of the place. There were stalls and carts selling all kinds of exotic foods and spices, fish and cloth. She watched as children skipped around in dirtied clothes, all of them being shooed into doorways and alleys as the night approached heavily. She smiled, remembering briefly all of the children she'd left behind in Shipwreck. She missed them terribly.
"It looks untrusting by first eye, I know."
She turned to see Jack throwing his hands in an exaggerated wave as he talked of the town.
"This is only th' market, where the merchants come abroad from all o'er the world. Hypocritical fiends, the lot o' them. But the dark end o' town is where we're headed."
"And that's a place of trust? The dark end of town?"
He laughed at her mockery.
"It's not at all, actually. Rather a load o' trouble t' get into, there."
"What kind of trouble?"
Leaning closer to whisper into her ear, Eva shivered at his words.
"That is a surprise, lass."
Jack gave her a thorough tour from window to window and door to door, greeting certain faces and making fair introduction of her to them. Merchants and businessmen of all kinds stumbled upon him with either a demand for owed coin (which he delivered heartily), or a bribe of purchase for something or other (in which case he used Eva as his getaway, claiming she was too tired to barter at night). She didn't mind because she enjoyed seeing him interact with a different crowd completely than that of the Cove. They mingled for the whole of an hour before they even made it to the outskirts of the darker part of the port Jack had mentioned.
And when they did, Eva could see why it was considered such, immediately.
From corner to corner, strung about with beads and gold bangles, barefoot and half dressed in fine but dirtied silks and satin dresses, were women of occupation, women Jack knew all too well for even her comfort. He tipped his hat to quite a few of them and offered even more of them coin or kisses on the cheek. Their language was incomprehensible to her, but she followed along in theory with smiles and gestures of greeting. Eva noticed though, that with the street women, the ones he'd no doubt bedded on his many swings through this raunchy little port, Jack didn't introduce her. He merely showed her off.
It didn't stop her from enjoying the sights of the strange new place, or the sounds, or smells as they moved along toward a string of shadowed windows and buildings. There was intensive, wiry music filling out of a few curtained, makeshift doorways, but the light from inside was red and dark. Jack pulled her through one of the lacey holes and helped her step easily inside of the dim building. Eva clung tight to the arm of his coat, fearing for a false step or word in this odd corner of the world and town.
"Don' worry love, you're fine by me side ere'."
She wasn't sure, but when she felt his lips in the hazy darkness press to her temple for an extended, passionate moment, her muscles relaxed and her step steadied. Jack turned back to walking her through the building as he called out, making her jump.
"Nittaya!"
A voice was returned for it from a further back room, but the tone and hue was again too foreign for her to understand. Jack did though, and he eased his arm around her waist to make sure she didn't fall too far behind in the dark, as he pulled her along and through one last, blue and beaded curtain.
"Jack…?" The voice came once more, with words she finally understood, "…Jack Sparr-ough, is dat' really you…?"
"Nittaya."
His answer was soft as he stepped forward to accept a kiss on each cheek from a woman much shorter and older than him, and only slightly shorter than Eva. She had a wide, surprised smile when she took the pair of them into her room, but she seemed perfectly sweet as she left two kisses on Eva's cheeks the same.
"Ave' a client for ye, t'night. If you're not busy, that is."
"Neva' busy for you, Jack."
Her proper English was well spoken even with her Asian twinge, and Eva was thankful for it. Jack pushed on her low back and tush, easing her closer to the woman's small candlelit table.
"She want t' get art, yes?"
He nodded wistfully, loving the way Eva's eyes widened and her brow shifted with lack confusion and fear.
"What art, Jack?"
"Whate'er you want, love. Nittaya will take care of ye."
Eva looked between him and the small, still grinning woman as she showed her into a chair. Jack slipped back through the curtain as if he was avoiding something for the better. She didn't realize what it was exactly, until she looked down between the mess of wax and flames to see a few sharp and shining tools in the orange light. She gulped and dug her nails into her palms as the little woman sat down before her.
"Don' fear, girl." She assured with soft hands on Eva's. "Dis' is joy."
"Joy?"
"Ya pick art."
"I don't understand."
The woman's smile grew as her faced turned to the curtain of the tiny room, and Eva heard her giggle slightly. The nerves set in. Everything became a cloud of distant noise and aromatic scents and amusing gestures from the Thai woman. And for years to come, as Eva would stumble in and out of Nittaya's shack for friendly visits, she swore always to Jack that it never hurt, not even that first time.
Although from his position on the other side of the curtain, getting to hear every wince and yelp and laugh, he knew she was lying at least a little bit, and he admired her for it. It just proved her as a truer pirate to him, ever more. The proposed purpose of Kantang was well worth the ploy.
Nittaya finished more quickly than Eva had imagined could be possible for such a thing, and used all sorts of herbs and tricks on her tenderized skin for a fast heal. When this was done, the little woman yelled something very immediate and foreign, and to which Jack came back into the room with a gaping smile.
"Well?"
"She don'. Did good, Jack."
"So I eard'."
"I had a feeling your constant prying would keep you close." Eva sighed.
"Close, but not close nough' to see wot' ye chose." He tossed his hands at her with a grin. "Let's ave' a look then."
She laughed softly and shook her head, almost embarrassed.
"Later."
"Later?" He questioned her back, surprised only until he glanced over at Nittaya.
"Lata, she say. You wait till she ready."
"Women…" he groaned, moving his hand out for Eva to take, which she did.
Jack reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a full bag of coins, not bothering to even count them before he dropped the entire pouch into the tiny hand of his old friend.
"That's for th' last time an' this, as well as me constant interest owed."
The woman flew back in haughty cackling and hugged him quick before doing the same to Eva.
"Come t' see me again. Yes."
Eva nodded with absolution. "I will, I promise. Thank you."
"Much welcome."
A lasting moment of goodbyes eventually led the two of them out of the small back room and through the others much faster than upon their arrival. Jack pulled Eva's arm steadily as she laughed. He brought her into the wider, somewhat better lit front room of the tiny building and pushed her against the cool clay wall. His hands held him in a hover on her body as she looked up at him shaking her smiling face.
"I want t' see it, now." His voice was desperate, demanding.
"You have very little patience. Are you aware?"
"Frighteningly aware o' it. Now show me this fine art I paid for."
Her eyes darkened with a sinister grin. "No. Later I said."
He didn't want to give in, but knew that pushing the point would be too risky with her tricky mind, and finally just agreed with a growl. "Fine. Wot' say we find us a bar t' mingle in, till you're good an' ready to show it off in a private bed somewhere?"
Eva nodded and held onto him tighter as they careened through town, past the street corner lovers again and toward a tiny, hole in the wall tavern of sorts. It was dark and looming like Nittya's place, but she was thirsty for something heavy and intoxicating, and was more than happy to follow anywhere for rum.
Jack pulled her inside, easing around through the crowds of foreign faces with pats on the back, kisses from girls and more 'official' introductions of her. This made her feel better as they took a seat and he placed an order for a round of drinks at the table they'd integrated with. A few men looked her up and down for a moment, but eventually turned back to the bared skinned and bronzed women hanging from their necks and laps. Eva's eyes focused on what looked like a stage at the front center of the crowded bar until she felt that ever memorable bristle sensation on her mid neck and tilted with a giggle to trap the face that was settled there.
Jack's kisses were like kerosene in a wildfire forest, and it scared her to know such a thing was even possible on this earth. She didn't know if she wanted to be burnt by him so that he could eventually toss her aside for one of the finer wenches in the seven seas. As good as it felt when he nipped her skin and softened over it with the tip of his tongue, Eva had to silently ask herself if her run from Daniel's offer was a smart one.
What if it was the only one she ever got? What if Jack let her go in a frightful port with a few coins and a grateful swagger? What if this was just a temporary game for him or for her?
"Drink up me little gypsy, love."
His husky whisper in her ear brought her back to safe grounding as she saw a tankard slide toward her on the table. She laughed and downed a good portion of it with a quick chug. Jack watched her action with a curious eye over the rim of his own tin cup, smiling against the rum seeping through his lips. Her affinity for everything, unwarned tattoos, sturdy alcohol consumption, fierce sailing and even fiercer sex, had him in an alternate realm of thought altogether. No woman in his long years of travel, in any town or port or inn or tavern for that matter, had so well mapped out his passions, his own interests and desires as Evangeline.
She slammed the mug down to the harsh wooden table and wiped away the excess rum on her lips as the tavern's band keyed up on the stage.
"Another please."
He raised a brow under his bandana and hat with a twisted grin, as a waitress replaced her mug with a fresh one. Some of the other sailors and pirates around the table eyed her as shockingly as Jack himself did, and they all joined together in laughter as she threw back the second tankard with horrendous gulps.
"Easy," Jack urged softly beside her.
She ignored it and forced herself to finish off the second cup and eventually a third and fourth, tearing through them with a determination to soothe her whole body once and for all. As the thoughts and questions in her mind over Jack and Daniel and marriage and piracy propelled, so did her lips and the liquid flowing into her gut.
"Girl can drink ye out o' the door, eh Sparra?"
He turned to see an older, dirtied face, one of a sailor he'd stumbled across in many towns and taverns before. Jack couldn't quite remember the name of the man, but grinned all the same and finished his first drink as Eva sipped at the last of her final drink. The mug hit the table and he noticed her head loll backwards as she giggled.
"Better hope she can walk back t' the whore house on er' own, when ye've finished off with her."
Jack swallowed his tongue suddenly as the second, grumbling Italian man to speak chuckled loudly across the tavern. He imagined the fate of the man even before Eva had re-focused enough to speak, and when she did, he tightened his eyes shut in fear for only his fellow mate's livelihood.
Eva's gaze cinched on the large, beaten man's humored face as she leaned on the table ledge with a drunken sneer.
"I am no whore, sir."
"No? Not a hore'…well then, wot' are you?"
Eva turned to Jack quickly when she felt an insistent squeeze of his hand on her leg. But this didn't bring her to waver. She looked back into the man's sour eyes and smiled.
"I am a sailor, like yourself."
It didn't take long for the entire corner of listeners to belt out in humor and excitement over the response. Her jaw twisted as her eyes grew angrier though, watching them fall back in a roll of laughter. Jack brought his arm around her waist to steady her in the chair and keep her there, but Eva brushed his hand away and forced a proud stance between her chair and the table ledge, swiping away bottles of rum with numerous crashes on the wood floor.
Two dozen sets of eyes narrowed and turned suddenly.
"Is that something difficult to believe, gentleman?" A few women snickered. "Or you proud ladies?"
A younger man, with a shy grin glanced up at her. "Only sumthin' rather odd fer someone who looks like ye…" he choked nervously at her hasty glare, concluding, "…Miss."
"Someone like me? Meaning what, a woman?"
They nodded somewhat as she waltzed around the table. By now though, Jack had fallen to hiding his face halfway under his hat, too frightened for the fury he felt burning in her, the waves of displeasure he'd sensed when he touched her skin. Eva slipped in between men's chairs, touching their shoulders scantily, as any fine whore in the town might do for them. Her lips brushed over one man's ear as she crooned to him.
"Is not my voice vigorous enough to chant orders to a crew?"
The man sat perfectly still, staring at her from the corner of his eye as Jack did the very same from under his hat across the table, a small grin finally beginning to come to his face.
Eva whipped around to fall into the free lap of the older, mocking Italian man as he sighed contently. Her arm was snaked around his neck as she took one of his thick and muddy hands into hers, gently easing it up her bare leg to the hem of her skirt. Jack had to bite his tongue to keep from storming through the table to pull her off.
"What of my skin sir…" her breath was hot on the man's whiskers and lips as his eyes fell into his head. "…is it too soft to be that of a sailors?"
The man shook his head and gulped when she got up to come around his chair and head for the first questioning pirate. He chuckled briefly in anticipation for his turn as she came in close to his open and readied legs. She placed each of her hands on his shoulders as she lowered herself to the ground in front of him. Jack threw himself back from his chair, standing to see over the table at what she was doing, his own gut and crotch growing anxious with her close movements at the other man's.
"Tell me will you, kind man of the sea…"
An anxious grumble left the brute's lips as a crowd developed further around the scene, a few giggling Thai bar wenches, surrounded mostly by continental sailors, traders, musicians and crew men. Jack ignored them all just to watch as Eva's fingers touched the bruised thickness in the man's pants, while his begged on without her help and his hand on the pistol in his sash drew him nearer and ready.
She finally spoke up again seductively. "…am I too meek a girl, too desirable, to be taken seriously upon a ship?"
Eva pouted at the man as he moved his hands down in what nearly became an action of moving her face upon his hardened pants and the flesh that lay closely beneath. But instead, as his hands swept toward her and his hips bucked at her face, she fiercely and without any expectation of warning, grabbed his wrist and twisted it until she could hear bone snap.
The crowd hushed with a united cry of shock over head as the dirty old sailor moaned out deeply at the pain. But she was only half done and Jack knew it by the tense veins in her neck and arms. But what really made him leap into a bolt around the table, were the finely suited red coats he saw pummeling through the other side of the crowd, coming straight for her activity. He pushed through bodies the same in order to get to her first.
"Eva!"
She could only half hear him over the shouts of the audience and instead concerned herself with the bottle that made its way into her hand, raising it overhead and letting it come down to crash against the man's sweaty, balding temple with a fit of rowdy screeching.
"I am a sailor, girl or not!"
Jack stumbled through laughing faces and cheering bodies to catch onto her flailing wrist and pull her back through. Eva fought him the entire way, not quite done with the men in question or the attention she loved to have gained in the tavern. She smiled as Jack pulled on her arm, accepting the pats on the back she received and praises the same. And eventually, when she caught her feet well enough in the middle of the crowd, she let her hand slip from his again and stopped to mingle with enthusiastic, drunken acceptance.
"I'm glad you all so highly approve of my dreams! Thank you! Thank you!"
She curtsied a few times, laughed and accepted men's kisses on her cheek like the ones Jack had gotten from women all night. But when he turned and saw the wave of red inching through dirtied civilians toward her, he struggled to get back to where she was again and wrap his arm around her waist as he lifted her from the center of the insatiable gathering and through the tavern doors to the street. Eva only let him because the alcohol was beginning to stream through her blood in a heated rush and his arms around her felt too good to deny. Much better than even her sudden popularity on the Thailand coast.
When they made it to a clearing in the street, Jack still didn't let her go, although she begged him to. He was determined to get them back into the shadows of the town again until he could round the crew to head for open ocean. The risk was too great, even here, but he refused to mention it to her in the state she was in.
She yelped and hollered with foggy laughter and comprehension as he carried her all the way back toward the docks. Passing curious and entertained men, green-eyed women of envy and even a few curious officer types at the port head, he managed to sneak back down the shoreline to where they had anchored the Pearl out of sight in the darker waters. Eva did not stop trying to wiggle free, not when he hauled her up the gangplank, or struggled with her across the deck in front of a couple of his younger crew members.
"Jack I'm not a child, let me go!"
She grunted like one though and flung out of his arms as he pushed through the cabin doors with a slam back and let her down. Nearly falling to the floor, he caught her wobbling form.
"You must ave' made one hell of a youngster when ye were one then."
She rested against his chest, her knees as weak as her head.
"Eva?"
There was only a groggy response from where her face was pressed into his shirt, holding on to his arms for support. She mumbled a few things, but only one was coherent and amusing enough to grasp his full attention.
"Is it time…for the private bed part of our adventure yet?"
Jack stroked back her hair with a laugh as she moved her face away. He wanted to give her an immediate answer, the 'yes, without a doubt' that he was thinking, but another part of his brain was deliberating the situation of the redcoats back in town. So he waited until she spoke again.
"Why is that funny? Have you finally had your fill of me?"
She was stumbling with words and feet in front of him so he knew to think very little of her questioning, but all the same, when he had let himself think of the British Navy threat ashore as meek and unimportant, he leaned down and lifted her into his arms, carrying her directly to the mattress.
He dropped her down into the feathery sheets and stripped his effects in a flash, thinking only that time was of the essence in their current situation. Eva took a bit of the hint with a wide smile and began untying the sash of her tunic and unbuttoning her pants. Jack beat her to it though, with his shirt and breeches both removed in a quick shot. He pushed her back down to the middle of the bed as he climbed over her body, finishing the task of ridding her of the silks and satins that covered her.
He worked fast without saying a word and it worried Eva a little. She held his face over hers in both her hands and steadied him for a moment.
"Aren't you going to say anything to me?"
With a deep, smiling breath he said, "You ave' the most beautiful blue eyes. They sink me like a stone in th' ocean."
A grin crept to the corner of her mouth as she moved her hand in a seductive, silent request for more compliment. This killed Jack and he tore her pants off, sliding down between both of her legs and pressing his hardened cock to the velvet skin on the inside of her thigh.
"An'…you put on quite th' little show back there."
"I did, didn't I?"
"You did. I think they got a lesson they'll naught' forget soon."
"Good."
She beamed proudly beneath his lips as she wove her fingers deep into his twists of locks. Jack pushed against her harder and watched as her lips parted with a loose moan. Smiling at her mouth, he took it over before she could fill her lungs again, and swarmed around tasting the rum on her tongue and teeth, making him all the less sober and happy for it.
He pulled away with a hand firm on her hip as he drew her bare leg to hook around his back. Without warning and an easy turn on the mattress, Jack fell to his back instead and moved Eva to sit clinging to his lap as she laughed. She steadied herself with palms and cinching nails on his stomach as she traced over a few of his fading tattoos.
The one she'd been drawn to the most, but still hadn't asked about, was of a dotted trail, one like that of a map. She followed the small marks down the left side of his chest with wispy fingertips, and watched as it disappeared in a curve around his hip. Words too, ones she didn't understand to read, followed the path.
"You have been marked so many times more than me."
His eyes were hollow and dark with desire when she caught them again and she moved to press her firm breasts upon his burning chest with kisses that stifled on his bristly chin and smooth neck.
"I want you t' mark me, Eva."
He growled and she felt his fingers pulling at the skin in her hips and legs as she ground hard against him, tugging at his hair with the movement and kisses.
"However…will I…do that?"
Her moist heat came into contact with his itching shaft a dozen times before he finally held her still and raised his legs so she could settle back on them. She grasped behind her and under his knees, locking her fingers around them as she rose to meet his free standing, more than ready cock.
"Use yer wild tricks."
"My wild tricks, Jack?"
He grunted up at her as he felt her suddenly grasp onto the lower part of his already angry shaft, squeezing with the fierceness he refused to deny of her.
"That's one o' them, m'sure."
She laughed and grabbed him more roughly as she brought her body down upon the head of him, taking in his trackless length in one fall. They both moaned out in unison, his low with pressure, hers sweet and unruly. As she adjusted on his lap, her lips brushing over his mouth the way her body did to his, Jack whispered in a mumble.
"An' that's another…"
Eva swooned with more laughter and gripped her thighs tight to him as she rubbed her body down on him. It made his head spin with more pleasure than he feared he was allowed in this life. He tossed his head to the side a few times before finding her eyes as a safe haven in what felt like an unfair storm.
He was wrong though. Her eyes only made the winds and waves of the imaginary hurricane rush harder in him.
"Oh…just kill me why don't you…" Jack threw his head back and eyed zipped with a groan.
"Alright."
The sound of her voice in his ear was followed by the instantaneous click of a familiar tool. Jack's eyes flew open again as he felt the cold iron of a certain barrel end slid down his temple and cheek. His eyes tried to follow the sensation but he didn't know whether to follow the gun or her eyes.
"Where do you want it?"
Jack gulped under her, not sure whether or not to fear her in truth. Eva was a complicated mess of deception from what he'd already learned, and he wouldn't put it past her to be the one who finally killed a legend between his own sheets. The steely barrel of the gun tickled his hot skin as she left it trailing down his neck, chest and down to his hip under her.
With a breathy whisper on his lips she asked, "You look so frightened, Jack. Do I really frighten you so?"
He groaned.
She began slowly moving again with the gun aimed firm at his left side.
"You ave' no bloody idea…" he finally managed before the world caught on fire again.
Eva tossed the gun aside, knowing the threat had passed and that she had to use other tricks to really win the game at hand. She began to slide down onto him harder and faster and for the first time in his many years of this fine and passionate lifestyle, Jack could hardly move or think to move. He tried to lift his hips to meet her strokes, but he was paralyzed by her eyes and her teeth nipping at his neck and her nails scratching rough on his chest as she sat up and tossed her head back. Her long dark curls drifted in the air at her wild movements, and he tried to contain what little was left of him.
She too was losing it slowly, the end edging on as she let her ever pleading clit brush through the soft black hairs of his lower abdomen. Eva leaned into his propped legs as she drove against him in the most feral of ways, circling her hips a little to watch as Jack's eyes rolled as far back into his head as they could. A flutter of his kohl dusted lids made her do the same as she held his knees for everything they were worth and screamed out his name loudly.
Jack had to force his eyes open again at the sound of his name radiating through the cabin, and when he did, he'd wished he'd never shut them in the first place. He tilted his head up as he watched Eva's tight and delicate curves consuming every inch of him, hiding it deep within her as she drove against him violently. Her lips were parted to let air slip between for survival alone as she moaned out his name and the Lord's in vain, over and over again.
All of this greatness though, could not match the sight of her hips as they slid across his lap, or the image of her fresh tattoo, settled at the small corner below her hipbone. It was of a tiny blue sparrow in flight, no doubt to match his. And it flew directly toward the burning convergence of their bodies, driving him mad as Eva thrust down upon him again with a startling yelp.
This made his skin tingle like never before and he fell down to the sheets one last time when her palms pushed him there.
"Jack …"
He could feel the loss of control in her, though she stayed strong and vibrant over him. Jack felt a pinch of himself inside of her and bit his lower lip with the sudden yearning for release. He held her hips firm, helping her to finish the task that was making her legs and arms grow too weak for completion. He found the potency deep in his heart and mind to lift his hips and meet her final hits. And together, as he watched the little black sparrow dance on her grinding, honey skin, and as she fell down to bite harshly into the flesh on his chest, Jack and Eva came to a fiery, drenched end, shouting out one another's hellish praises.
The waves of pleasure rushed over them like the ones beneath the Pearl, and Eva covered Jack and the wound she'd made, kissing it lightly, breathless and doused in a sweet layer of his sweat and hers. He wiggled his toes and stretched his legs out to test the muscles and blood pumping through them as he held her atop his body. When he was certain his health was still stable despite the rapid windblown torrent of his heart, he noticed Eva kissing the heated skin she'd bitten, like some sort of a cherishing beast.
"I'm sorry," she smiled innocently and then moved to kiss it one last time, "I think I drew blood."
Jack laughed and grabbed her face from his chest to move it to his mouth instead. She was right, for he could taste the coppery tang of fresh blood on her tongue as it danced with his. It only made him grow more viciously attached to her though, and when she tried to pull away from the kiss to breathe Jack caught her off guard as he bit down on her lower lip. A short stab of pain went through her skin, feeling his teeth nip the tender lip hard enough to in turn draw blood from her.
He let her go and smiled wickedly, with stars still in his eyes.
"Now we're even 'gain."
Eva smirked at him, letting the tiny drop of blood on her lip remain and dry, as she stroked the short, curling black hairs around Jack's ears and temple. She watched too as the single burning candle in the room played on the pinkish and cocoa skin of his sun kissed nose and cheeks.
"I'm glad you consider me a fair equal."
"Guess I ave' too, ay?"
She twisted her brow down at him, confused. His answer was delivered with prompt tire and a brief chuckle as his eyes closed to the smoothness of her fingers brushing his face.
"After that spectacle t'night, if I don't…I'll most likely 'ave me prick torn an' fed to the dogs."
Eva laughed against his nose as they heard a low moan from the other side of the room. Jack's head twisted back on the mattress to see over the bed a ways and Eva's eyes too looked into the dark corner, both smiling when they saw Dill's face and ears perked up.
"Don't get too eager o'er there mutt."
With a turn of his face back to hers, Eva relaxed him with her lips and fingers along his cheeks and forehead again.
"I wouldn't dream of sharing any single part of you with the dogs. Especially…this part…"
She ground her bare hips and skin against his re-hardening flesh, tensing him for a second round. Jack rolled his eyes and held her as he grunted and flipped her over to her back instead. He was far from finished with her, based on the pure assumption that she seemed to be far from done with him. And even a few redcoats with curious agendas couldn't stop the lasting flame.
"Devil…devil…devil woman ye are…"
