“Ah could ask you th’ same thing meself. It is closed after all.” Folding his arms across his chest, eying him from the corner of his eye.
“I rented out the place for my own personal use. I have a habit of doing that. Lowers the chance of some random drunkard coming in when you’re asleep, or having someone slit your throat in the middle of the—night.” He had to remind himself that most people slept during the night, not the day. “It’s strange, though. People around these parts don’t seem too keen on that occurring.”
“They ahre calm folk, unless if you count pissed drunks who sing at th’ top of their lungs in th’ middle of the nigh’ an’ lumber ‘bout inta barrels an’ crates.” James eyed him curiously. “Other than i’s they ahre harmless, ta some extent. May Ah ask you somethin’?”
XIII. Trailing kisses from the stomach up
to the mouth.
This little game of theirs was spilling out of control, leaving James to laugh at the drunken fools, taking a heavy swing of his drink. The bottle gyrated between them before its rim geared toward James and Anne. Silence seemed to fall as Jack’s cheeks flushed.
He was furious.
This stirred willingness in Kidd and he curled a dark smirk in his direction—talking another swing of his drink. “What?” The younger pirate rose, walking over to Anne, rising her to her feet. “Don’ worry Rackham. Ah ‘ill be gentle.” He crooned, taking the woman’s fingers delicately between his hand. He could just feel Jack’s glare burn into the back of his head, it was exhilarating. Guiding her into the closet, James craned around, maneuvering around the clutter in the small space, skipping over the fallen broom.
Anne was not so lucky.
“Woah, careful lass.” James seized her waist, stumbling back, a smile splitting across his lips. “Ah should ahve moved tat when Ah saw it..” Suddenly, he found himself lingering on her parted lips. How plumped and rosy they were, as if they arose to life from a artist’s masterpiece. The desire to press his over hers was dire, but he shoved it away and swallowed shallowly.
