What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [110]
“And you’ve . . . been fucked? By a guy? In your . . .”
“Ass?” he finished for her. “Yeah.”
Whoa. So that’s how he’d known the odd feeling would go away—and it had now, mostly.
“What are you thinking?” he asked when she said nothing.
She didn’t respond immediately. There were too many new, impossible pictures in her head. But the answer, she realized to her surprise, was, “That I’d kind of like to see it. You with a guy.”
“Oh,” he said, back to sounding unsettled again.
“Can I?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why?”
“Well, because that doesn’t have much to do with my plans for you. And trust me, we’ve already sailed far enough off course without drifting farther.”
She couldn’t help smiling. “You’re talking like a pirate.”
He laughed softly and said, “No, if I was talking like a pirate, I’d be . . . asking if you want to see my yardarm or . . . saying you’ve got the nicest booty I’ve ever seen.”
She giggled in reply. “You were much smoother as Captain Powers.”
He shrugged, grinned. “I’m not in character right now, so you have to settle for the goofy stuff.”
Just then, her eyes fell on the tattoo on his arm. She noticed it often when they were together, but only now did she feel bold enough to bring it up. She reached to run her fingers over the initials. “Did pirates have tattoos?” she asked inquisitively.
“Probably.”
“So, who is D.L., anyway?”
“An old girlfriend,” he said with a slight shake of his head, as if it was nothing.
“I didn’t think a guy like you had girlfriends,” she said, half teasing, half serious.
He grinned in reply, but his eyes looked sad. “It was a long time ago.”
“She must have been special,” Jenna speculated. “I mean, to warrant a tattoo, a permanent reminder.”
He shrugged, still managing to sound totally blasé even as he said, “Yeah, she was.”
She couldn’t help wanting to dig more. “What was her name?”
“Deena,” he answered softly then, his voice sounding different, lower, as he said it. “Deena Little.”
She had been special. Very special. Jenna could tell. “Did you meet her here? Another guide or something?”
Brent shook his head. “It was back in college. We were in love.”
Oh. Wow. The girl in the photo album? The plain one. “But it ended?”
“Yep.” He rolled to his back, looking like he didn’t want to discuss it anymore.
“Did you ever get over her?” Jenna pressed anyway.
“Of course.” He peered toward the ceiling as he spoke now. “It was more than fifteen years ago. Why?”
Now it was Jenna’s turn to shrug. “Well, like I said, she warranted a tattoo. That just seems . . . important. Permanent. Like maybe you thought you and she would be permanent.”
He glanced her way. “Once upon a time, I did. But you know how life goes—you fall in love and think it’ll last forever, but it doesn’t always. That simple.”
Hmm—sure didn’t sound simple. “Have you ever been in love again?”
When he looked at her this time, he gave her a sexy grin. “No, Miss Inquisitive. Now go to sleep, my little pirate wench, and maybe I’ll tup you again in the morning.”
So they were spending the night here. On the pirate ship. Breaking rules. Already planning more forbidden guide-and-guest sex in the morning. It was, as he’d surely planned, enough to take Jenna’s mind off Deena Little and make her snuggle against him in the captain’s bed, back to feeling sexy and thinking about all the naughty pirate fun he’d given her. “Thank you, by the way,” she said. “For the whole pirate thing. I’m sure you knew how much I’d like that.”
Slipping his arm around her, he raised his eyebrows playfully. “I did, but I was still surprised to find out you were the wife of a wealthy planter.”
“I’m unpredictably quick on my feet sometimes.”
“And your husband would have been shocked, my lady, to see you getting your brains fucked out by two guys on the beach today.”
“And now, too. Don’t forget—I just let the captain fuck me in the ass.”
He chuckled and said, “I must be the luckiest buccaneer on all the seven seas to find such an accommodating wench.”
“Well, keep giving me orgasms like that and I’ll . . .” Oh crap, she