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High Bid - Rackety Kate, Ch18
Posted by Denise on April 27, 2009 under Excerpts, Freebies, Lust ObjectsIt’s newsletter time, which means…
Rackety Kate and the Pirates
Chapter 18
High Bid
The story so far:
Kate and Jack are guests of honour at the pirates’ auction. Duka presides over a mouthwatering selection of goods, human and material. The bidding’s about to start on the Duchess…
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“Aye!” called Harley, leaping to his feet. “I ain’t skeered, ye great lummox. I’ll bid a keg of finest brandy!”
Duka growled, but the red-bearded pirate waved his tankard, his teeth flashing in a grin. “”Twenty gold doubloons!” He belched. Clapping a dainty hand over her nose, Ess rolled her eyes and fluttered away to perch on a palm tree.
“Fifty!” yelled Chan, his almond eyes snapping with excitement.
“Sixty doubloons and I’ll write all yer letters fer a month.” Peter’s voice carried clearly in the soft night air.
Slowly, Duka turned his head and glared at Peter where he lay, delectably displayed on the couch. “You ain’t allowed to bid,” he rumbled. “You’re goods, dammit.”
“Oh.” Peter flushed adorably. He cleared his throat. “Sorry. Got carried away.”
“Hmpf.” Duka turned back to the audience, the light of the torches gleaming on the dark bronze of his massive chest, sparking fire from his gold nipple rings. “Fifty doubloons. I’m bid fifty doubloons. Speak now, for God’s sake, or shut the hell up.”
Chan and Harley had their heads together, whispering.
Red Beard staggered to his feet. “A hundred!” he bellowed. “One-fuckin’-hundred gold doubloons!”
The silence was so complete, Kate could hear the torches spluttering.
Red Beard chuckled. “There, Cap’n,” he said to Jack. “That’s shut `em up.”
“It certainly has,” said Jack dryly. He nodded at Duka. “Go on.”
But Duka’s head was bent, whispering to the Duchess. Kate saw her white fingers clench hard on his dark forearm. The woman trembled, every limb vibrating with apprehension. Kate caught only the occasional word from the First Mate. “Can’t beat…shit, sorry…don’t cry, love.” Clumsily, he patted her back. “Gotta…ah, fuck.”
His shoulder sagged, he lifted his head and inhaled deeply. “Going, going…”
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