It hurt.

You stubbornly tried to ignore it, block it, and wish it away. If you just thought hard enough, it'd dull the stabbing pain with every beat of your heart. It hurt. But there was nothing you could do about it.

You finally managed to get Kordell back into bed with Tawni promising to stay up this time. You told her not to worry. No one expected this storm to linger and stick as long as it did. The gods were angry indeed.

"Story, mama, please," Kordell pleaded, wide brown eyes so much like his father's that it brought a fresh twinge of pain.

"Okay, but only one, little boy. Then to bed," you said, emphasizing your words with a pointed look.

He chuckled and settled beneath the thin green blanket and blinked at you waiting for you to begin. You told him about a sky god so mad when he could not find his favorite cloud. He stomped and he huffed and could not find it anywhere. Kordell was familiar with the story and you hoped his little behind took the lesson about not throwing a fit every two seconds. But he was so little. Of course he had to let the world know when he was mad.

His eyes fluttered closed as he fought his sleep, but you began to trail off, convinced he was out. Heavy bootsteps trailed down the hallway and you froze, casting a quick glance to Tawni. She shared your expression, lifting her eyebrows in a silent question.

You didn't know what to expect. You'd never been in this situation before. The Captain was as turbulent as the sea, the man more demon than any human being. The odds of him returning were slim and you hadn't held your breath. You were convinced he had already made it onto his ship, the crazy bastard sailing out in the middle of a storm just to get away from you.

The bootsteps continued, one by one, getting closer like a boogeyman out to steal your soul.

Tawni's eyes widened. You turned even though you knew who you'd find. The Captain was soaked. He dripped water from head to foot, his salt and pepper hair plastered to his scalp. He had left without his coat, his dark shirt and britches plastered to his body, highlighting the rippling muscles beneath.

You rose with your heart stalled in your chest and crossed the small room in less than a second. You barred him from entry, holding your arms above the threshold as if that would really stop him.

He didn't protest. He didn't say anything. He looked over you towards the bed, towards your son who hadn't stirred in the commotion. You studied his face. He kept his expression carefully controlled.

"I will not have you break his heart," you whispered.

"Is he…" The Captain began.

You swore to the highest of heavens that if he so much as…

"Is he good?"

The question threw you off. You looked into his red rimmed eyes, lips pulled into a tight frown. His eyes never wavered from yours.

"He's a good boy," you said, losing some of the heat.

The Captain nodded his head and looked back towards Kordell. You shoved forward, closing the door slightly behind you. You didn't want to risk the chance of Kordell waking and once more asking about the strange man.

The Captain didn't fight you. He let himself be pushed and then shuffled down the hallway. You weren't ready for anything other than a drink. The Captain reached for your hand and you snatched it back.

"Don't," you muttered.

You had yet to untangle your emotions. Between the patrons in the bar and the horrible ale, the yelling and fighting drunkards, Roma and her endless tasks, Kordell getting more clingy at night, now this. You needed a drink.

"Let me explain," he whispered.

Alone in the darkened hallway, the only light spilled from a candle at both ends and one on the stairwell that led back down to the main inn and bar. The muted lighting cast his shadow against the furthest wall, a hulking outline that flickered with the light. It did little to diminish the power of the man himself. It dripped off of him as steadily as the rain drops did.

The storm continued to roar, the sound of shutters banging softly from somewhere in the inn. You swallowed hard and looked away from his pleading eyes. You didn't want to face it.

"I can't—"

"I didn't know. You can't blame me for not knowing," he said.

You shoved him. "What do you think happens when you bend me over and fuck me? You probably have dozens of little boys like him all over the world."

The Captain caught your incoming slap, his hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you. "There was only you," he said.

Yeah, like you'd believe that. Sailing all the seven seas, running from the law, drinking, fucking, stealing, and murdering. He wanted you to believe that he went all over the world and was a saint?

You may never recover from a man like him but you went into it with open eyes. You knew the shape of his soul, what it felt like pressed against you in the middle of the night. You knew the color of his anger and the sting of his lust. You knew him.

You yanked your hand but he held on, pushing you against the closest wall. Your back hit the rough wood and you growled, shoving him with the same hand he held. He placed his free hand next to your head on the wall and leaned down, droplets of water splashing on you. He released your wrist and used that hand to caress your cheek. His fingers were ice cold from the rain and it made you shiver.

"There was only you, love," he whispered again.

You shook your head. Nope. Neva.

"There was only you," he said, closing the distance.

"Stop," you said. You fucking hated him. Hated when he got like this. When there was only him and no room to think, feel, or sort through all of the emotions swirling in your mind. You thought he'd leave. You thought when he found out about Kordell, he'd call you a whore and leave.

You pictured the absolute worst things the Captain could say to you so that you'd be prepared. So that if he ever came back you'd be armored against the crushing wave that was Captain Connor. You didn't dare let yourself dream and hope. Those feelings were fickle and loose. There was a reason you didn't remember your dreams exactly in waking life. They were temporary, fleeting things.

But this. The Captain was full of surprises and none of them were good. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your eyes burned, tears prickling at the corners.

"I didn't know I'd be gone so long. If I'd known…" he sighed instead of finishing the sentence. His devious lips couldn't tell that lie.

"You'd have kept sailing," you said, the ache in your throat too much to bear.

He slammed his hand against the wall and you flinched. He'd never hit you. But the force behind it was still frightening. The Captain was carefully sculpted beneath his clothes. Life at sea wasn't for everyone. Heat rolled off of him even though he had been in the storm for hours.

"I've been away too long," he said. He caged your face in his hands and you tried to pull away, you groaned, but he held firm.

"I'm sorry," he said.

You stared at him. In all the years you'd known him, from the wide-eyed girl with dreams of escaping the island to the bitter woman who knew you'd only see as far as the end, he'd never said those words to you.

His muddy brown eyes searched yours. "You were here, filled with my son, and I was away too long," he whispered.

"Captain," you said. You didn't know what you wanted to say. Only that you wanted to stop hurting. Stop wishing. Just stop.

Something in your tone must've sounded like surrender because he kissed you. Typically, it was harsh pecks spent between hours of fucking you until you couldn't remember your own name. Even the kiss earlier had an air of possession and ferocity.

This was tender. This was sweet. All words you'd never thought you'd describe the mercurial man.

His lips slanted over yours, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You gasped, allowing him access. The kiss deepened and his hands relaxed against your face. He pressed into you and you felt every inch of his growing erection, but he didn't speed up. He kept the pace slow like you were fragile glass.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your lips. You opened your eyes to find him already staring at you, all the regret and lost time reflected in his eyes.

"Don't say it unless you mean it. If you…if you plan on leaving when the storm breaks, I won't hold it against you. But you have to be honest," you told him. You were a proper fool. But your heart couldn't take another break.

Right when you felt like your heart had mended back together, or perhaps reached a place where it stopped cutting your insides, he returned and flipped the world on its axis. Your emotions were all over the place.

"There was only you," he said.

The tears fell. The Captain scooped your weak body into his arms and carried you down the stairs, towards your room. Faint laughter, cheer, and drunken talltales reached you down the hallway, but there was only your Captain.

He could very well be lying. You'd never seen him so…careful before. The danger behind his large palms and fierce scowl was the talk of legends. The famous Captain Francisco Connor would be known for centuries. The dreadful pirate that other pirates were scared of.

And he carried you to bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. He closed the door to your room and struck a match to light another candle. Wind howled and shoved at your shutters, the soft banging an irritating distraction. With added light, you saw the Captain more clearly.

He shed his remaining clothes and kicked his boots to the side. He approached you and helped you remove your frock, so that you were both naked. His eyes roamed over you, hungry, like he marked you with just a look.

He climbed onto the bed and pushed your legs apart with his knees. You gasped. He leaned down and gave you a punishing, hard kiss. He licked your lips and forced his tongue through, making you open up for him. Your nails dug into his back, hard enough to sting, and the Captain groaned into your mouth. Your body sank into your bed, becoming instantly pliant for the only man who understood you.

"Thank you for carrying him," he whispered when he came up for air.

Your womb ached like she was prepared to do it again. You prayed nothing came from this. As much as you loved Kordell, you were not ready for another one underfoot.

Before you could respond, his lips returned to yours and you forgot the meaning of time. Hours or minutes, it didn't matter. There was only the devotion on his lips, the worship in his fingers as he slid them inside you, and the prayer in his eyes.

""I'm not leaving," he said and returned his lips to yours. Your lips were probably swollen from his demanding kisses but there were worse marks to have from him. You moaned and gasped and the Captain drank each one greedily.

"I'd almost given up that you'd come back," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You played with the strands of his beard, tugging on it to bring him closer for a kiss.

The Captain scanned your face. The man never smiled. But his eyes crinkled in the corners as he lifted his knee which moved yours higher on the bed.

"Then let this be a fresh reminder," he said. He slid inside with one savage thrust and you both groaned from the contact. "I'm not going anywhere."

Your breathing stuttered as you welcomed him in with a slight burn, his dick so big that he stretched you. Your head dropped to the side of the bed and the Captain took advantage, kissing your neck and licking the vein along your skin.

He thrusted brutally, savagely, like he was staking his claim all over again. Your nails dug into his back, your moans rising in pitch as he hit your sweet spot. He moved his lips down to your chest then found his way to your nipples.

He tugged one nipple between his teeth, sending a surge of painful pleasure straight to your pussy. You clenched around him, arching your back which put your breast closer to his face.

The bed creaked with his motions, rocking you into the mattress so hard that you feared it would break. Sweat gathered on both of your bodies, leaving a trail between your breasts. He groaned low and deep, wrapping his lips around your other nipple.

"Fucking mine, fucking mine," he moaned with every thrust.

Your hands slipped into his hair and pulled. He groaned and throbbed inside you, pounding into you even harder in revenge. He lifted his head to give you a warning look and you grinned.

"I've dreamt of being back here," he muttered as leaned backwards. He re-centered on his knees and then pulled you closer by your hips. From this angle, he slipped deeper and hit your spot exactly.

You screamed out his name as you twitched and jerked beneath him. You wanted to climb out of your fucking skin. Ripples of pleasure cascaded through you until you couldn't see or hear.

"That's it, love. Let it go, Daddy's got ya," he moaned, following right behind you. Hot spurts of cum painted your walls and he continued fucking you. He pulled out long enough to watch himself leak out and then he scooped it up with the tip of his dick. He shoved it back inside and you pushed at his chest, turned pleading eyes towards him.

"I'm going to fill this pussy every chance I get. I'll be here for the next one," he said.

You giggled but you were too out of breath and foggy to fight him off. "No, I can't do it," you moaned.

"Sure you can. I want to see your belly swell with my baby," he said and ended on a groan as you clenched around him with the visual. To emphasize his point, he leaned down and you were forced to move your hand. He nipped at your belly, leaving wet trails behind as he licked and rubbed his beard into your skin.

A second baby with him there every step of the way. Yeah, right. You'd believe that when the sun turned blue. But your pussy betrayed you, clenching around his continuous fucking.

He raised back onto his haunches and moved one of your legs across his chest. The angle hit a different spot and he fucked you sideways, smirking at the way your mouth dropped into a pretty 'O'.

"Oh fuck right there. Oh fuck, there," you moaned, your eyes rolling back into your head. You held onto his forearm that held your leg and he snapped his eyes to yours. He slowed his pace but kept his strokes possessive, like he truly was trying to plant a baby inside you.

You couldn't breathe. You lost hearing in one ear. "Captain," you moaned as another orgasm ripped through you, stealing every last bit of energy you had left.

The Captain fucked you through it, his strokes the only anchor as he sent you into the furthest peaks of the heavens. He called your name as he emptied himself inside you, his dick throbbing with load after load of his cum.

You both panted as you finally calmed down, both recovering from such intense orgasms. He moved your leg back around his body to rest on his hip. He leaned forward and kissed you, slowly, his lips pressed to yours for seconds or hours.

He softened inside and slipped out and you moaned from the sudden emptiness. The Captain got off the bed and crossed the room to a white ceramic basin in the corner of the room. He grabbed a nearby cloth and dipped it in the water. He returned to clean you up, smirking at how ruined you were because of him.

You watched as he cleaned the sweat from his skin with a fresh cloth, wrung it out, and repeated the process. Everything on him was delicious. His muscles bunched with his actions, bulging as he moved and flexed. His dick was still semi-erect, the man practically insatiable when it came to sex.

You sat up and looked for your frock. You found it thrown across the room and as soon as you stepped a toe off of the bed, the Captain barked for you to stop. You smiled at him as he stalked over to you, climbing into bed with you.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

He chuckled and grabbed your hand to yank you into bed with him. You laid with your back to his chest and his hand sought your titty to pluck and roll your nipple between his fingers.

"I'm not perfect, love. I thought I'd spend my last days at sea," he said, his voice rough with exhaustion.

"I'm not holding you here," you said.

He pinched your nipple and you hissed, even as your pussy responded like a cat in heat. Traitorous ass body.

"I'm not leaving you again. You're mine. And he's mine," he said.

Those words warmed you down to your toes. You smiled, glad that you were tilted away from him so he wouldn't see the sappy expression. "His name is Kordell," you said.

"Kordell. Good name. What shall we name the next one?" He asked and slipped his hand down to rub your belly. You giggled, trying to shoo him away, but all he did was start naming girl and boy names that he always liked.

Your Captain will always belong to the sea. But it surpassed your wildest dream that he'd come home to you.

There will be more! The Secret Captain Connor Files | Part 1

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