In Her Dreams

in this fantasy, the wench gives the rescuing captain booty?”
He grins, rubbing his wrists as he walks away from the mast. His teal hair flies back in the wind, more vivid than the ocean. “Yes. It was cool to see you take the ship as well.” His eyes gleam. “Knowing you would fight for me.” He comes in closer, putting his arms around my waist.
“Not here,” I say, pushing him back. “The crew will see.”
“No, they won’t,” he says. “I’ll make them turn away.”
“I—I guess so,” I say because his strong, virile body is tempting me, and already, I’m heating up inside, just touching him. Also, everything is amplified by the thrill of battle. My victory.
He sweeps me up in his arms and carries me back over the gangplank while my crew studiously looks away.
“Sorry,” he says. “I know you’re the captain, but I couldn’t wait another moment to have you in my arms.”
“It’s fine,” I say, putting my arms around his neck and curling into his warmth. “I’m done captaining for now anyway. Caught the enemy ship. Fought the captain. Saved the booty—”
He laughs, carrying me downstairs and into the captain’s quarters. Obviously, he knows where they are since he created them. “Don’t you mean captured the booty?”
“No, I saved it,” I say. “Your booty.”
He laughs again, setting me on the lavishly decorated bed in my captain’s cabin. “I guess you did.” He sits down next to me, giving me a rakish grin. “Does that mean I have to give you my body as a reward, oh fierce captain?”
I laugh, pushing him down on the bed and straddling him.
He looks so good like this, and I really did have so much fun that I feel like I could do anything right now.
I lean forward, one hand on either side of his face, kissing him.
His hand comes up to wind into my hair, holding tight, and his other arm comes up to wind around me, keeping me trapped against him.
He’s so big, so powerful. It was fun to be the one in control for once. To save him when I usually feel so powerless.
“I like this fantasy,” he says, kissing my ear, my neck, as I moan. “I love seeing you in charge, the elegant, fierce queen I know you are.”
I moan lightly as he bites down on my earlobe.
“But I think I need to punish you a little for leaving me tied to the mast that long.” He grins against my ear, flicking out his tongue to tease the inner shell again. “A little longer and that fierce captain would have had me.”
I nod, trying to look serious, even though I’m melting in response to his kiss. “I suppose. You should just be grateful, though.”
“How grateful?” He reaches out a hand to languidly undo the buttons of my coat, pulling it aside and getting more heated as his hands move to my shirt buttons.
“Impertinent,” I say, flushing. “I’m your captain—”
“Out there,” he says, stripping my shirt away and shoving it aside, leaving me in only a chemise. “In here, we’re equals.” He rolls over and somehow manages to put me beneath him so he’s on top and in charge, as usual.
I pant, trying to get away, but he grabs my hands and pins them next to my head, then catches my lips with his. He kisses me fiercely while I turn my head this way and that and then finally go still with his lips on mine and pleasure still moving through me.
“You don’t really want me to let you go, do you?”
I shake my head fiercely, blushing. “No.”
“You want me to be a pirate in here, don’t you? Taking what I want.” He reaches for my undergarments, begins drawing them down. Dammit, I’m already aching.
I nod. “I know it’s weird. Out there—”
“Out there, you wanted to be the one in power,” he says, grinning. “It really was something to watch. I admit, as a warrior, I do prefer being the hero. But seeing you as the hero was nice.” He smiles, so beautiful I can’t think straight. “Nice to think you would come for me.”
“I would,” I say fiercely. I take a deep breath, running my hand through my hair. “And yeah, I guess sometimes I dream of being the princess, being rescued. But sometimes I also want to be the pirate captain in charge of my own life, able to take on anything that comes for me.”
He cocks his head, still smiling. “In that case, I’m happy to be your damsel.” He trails a hand down between my cleavage. “But what would you like now?”
I move his hand even lower to the cleft of my legs. “I think you know, wench.”
He laughs as he spreads my legs, lowering his head, his gorgeous hair splayed over my knees. “Aye-aye, Captain.”

7
Reve
I watch as Jen’s eyes shut fiercely while my tongue slides up her slit, which is already wet from just the close contact of taking off each other’s clothes.
She’s so sexy, so beautiful, with her red hair splayed across the purple satin sheets beneath her. Her legs are soft against my palms as I hold her thighs and place small kisses along her hip, teasing her.
I can’t say being the one rescued in this fantasy world is the most comforting thought. I like control. I like taking care of things, taking care of problems, even if they’re just imaginary ones like evil pirates.
But seeing Jen with the sea spray behind her, coat whipping in the wind, wanting to fight for me, I can’t help but take heart in thinking she cares for me. Probably much more than even she would admit.
I would do everything for my dream mate. Move heaven and earth for her. Rearrange the stars.
And even though I can be a bit stubborn at times, knowing there’s a place in Jen’s heart where she would brave perils for me, knowing she cares for me too, gives me hope for us.
Even if it’s still early in my