I whimper, and he rubs harder, faster, his hips gyrating against mine, and his cock sliding up and down my slit, causing the perfect friction. I want to come; I need to come. My nails grip his arms so tightly I feel the skin break, which only makes him wilder. He makes a throaty, hissing sound and I drop my head back. I’m close, so damned close. I can’t think of anything but the heat pooling low in my belly. I want to go over that edge…

Hendrix rotates his hips, and then presses them so close, forcing his erection to press against my clit, hard. I come, shamefully loud. I cry out, and my body shakes as I begin convulsing. Each shudder goes through my body and causes it to jerk. It feels so good, God, it feels so fucking good.

Hendrix pulls back, and I hear him shuffling. He grips my hand, and suddenly my fingers are wrapped around a hard very large cock. He curls his hand around mine, and he makes us stroke together.

Five solid pumps later, he lets out a guttural moan, and I feel the hot spurts of come hit my hand and roll down my wrist. I whimper, and my pussy clenches knowing he got so aroused. I lift my head, and my knees threaten to give way. I can smell the alcohol on my breath, or is it his? I don’t know. We have both had too much. He steps back, curses loudly, and then I can’t feel him anymore. I stand in the darkness, trembling and alone.

“H…H…Hendrix?” I whisper.

I hear the door slam.

And I know he’s gone.

Well shit.

What does that mean?

I am fairly sure my head has never hurt so much in my life. When I wake in the morning, it’s pounding. I go to sit up, and it spins angrily, causing me to drop back down with a groan. Jesus, why the hell did I drink so much? Whose genius idea was that? I rub my temples, and try to give myself an encouragement talk to hype myself for the idea of getting up. I need water, and I need aspirin. I am pretty sure both are equally as important as the other.

I hear the sound of a glass being placed on the coffee table beside me, and I turn my head to see Drake staring down at me. He raises his brows when I groan and clench my eyes shut. “Hendrix said you might need these.”

Hendrix.

Oh.

God.

We fooled around last night. Shit, that sounds so childish. Fooled around. It wasn’t even serious, it was just a drunken bump and grind. We both wanted it, though, that was clear. Did my attempt at seduction work? Do I actually have a chance to seduce Hendrix and make him reconsider his decision to sell me? My heart swells with hope, but quickly crashes. He did rush out, and he’s not here this morning. I pout, and open my eyes to stare up at Drake who is still watching me.

“Where is he?”

He gives me a confused look. “Hendrix?”

“Yeah, Hendrix.”

“He’s on deck.”

I nod, and slowly rise off the sofa. Drake leans down and grips the glass, raising it and extending his hand towards me. I take it gratefully, and I reach out for the aspirin, popping it into my mouth and swallowing it with water. God, my stomach is twisting and I feel seedy as hell. I’m never drinking that toxic rum again. I put my head in my hands again. My lord, it’s thumping.

“A shower and fresh air always help a hangover, maybe some decent food.”

I lift my head from my hands and stare up at Drake. “Thanks.”

“Your friend asked for you this morning when I delivered his food; he said it was urgent.”

I sigh. I know Eric wants to talk to me after our fight, and I know I can’t escape him forever. “I’ll eat, and then I’ll go and see him.”

“Breakfast is still on in the dining room.”

I get to my feet, and my knees wobble. My head pounds and my eyes feel as though they’re about to drop out. “Thanks,” I mutter.

“It’s lethal stuff.”

I stare at him, and I swear he looks like he wants to smirk. “No shit.”

He does smirk now, and it transforms his entire face. His eyes change, and he’s got one cute dimple in his cheek. It’s odd; most people have two. I can’t help but return his odd smirk, and, with no words needed, we both turn and walk away. I head to the shower and spend the next half an hour in it, relieving some of the pain in my hungover body. When I’m done, I throw on a pair of jeans and a tank, and head toward the dining room.

The chef is just clearing up when I come in, but he offers me a bowl of fruit. I take it, grateful, and pick at the juicy green melon as I head down to see Eric. I’m really not looking forward to this confrontation, but I know it has to be done. I can’t imagine he’s doing so well down in the cells, and I know it must be sending him a little crazy. He needs me, regardless of how we’re both feeling, and I won’t leave him in his time of need.

Midway down the hall a ladder suddenly swings down from the roof, and GG appears. I squeal and leap backwards, then cry out when my head pounds at the quick, jerky movement. GG grins, and tilts his head to this side. “You look like shit, Indi girl.”

I put my hand to my heart, and peer up at the small hole leading into the roof. “Where the hell did you just come from?”

GG grins, and slides the ladder back up into the roof. “It’s the fire escape.”

Fire escape.

Fire escape.

My head spins.

“Where does it go?” I try to ask casually.

“Up into the navigation office.”

On the deck. Oh my. When we are close to an island I could get Eric and we could escape through it. We could jump over the side from the navigation office. Could that be our escape? Hope swells in my chest, and I try to nod casually as GG slides a latch across and then crosses his arms and turns to me. “You heading down to see your friend?”