7. Chapter 7

After all the mindless sex, and an unending amount of orgasms, I’m curled up between the two fantastic characters I created.

I can’t help but feel a moment of pride at what I’ve done. I mean, who wouldn’t? These damn fine creatures were machines in bed, soft, sweet, tender, and kind. All while being badass pirates that saved damsels in distress, simultaneously searching the seven seas for treasure.

“Not that I mind you letting him off,” Pete says while drawing circular patterns on my naked back. My head rests on Jack”s chest and Pete is curled up next to me. “But could you tell us why you didn’t make Drake walk the plank?”

I should have known that this question would be coming. If it was me, I would have been curious, too. The problem is though, I can’t very well tell them that I’m keeping Drake alive because of the potential for an enemies-to-lovers trope. They won’t even know what a fucking trope is.

Possible reasons fly through my head but none of them feel right. I also don’t really want to lie to them, even if they are only fictional characters.

“It’s almost my birthday,” I blurt out without thinking.

“Wait… didn”t that pass already?” Pete’s voice sounds so adorably confused, but I feel like a big fat fucking idiot for not thinking it through better.

Of course these men would know Vixen had her birthday already. They had a huge celebration and everything. I wrote it into the book, didn”t I?

I look between the two of them, debating where to go next. Should I just come out and tell them the truth? Or continue the ruse and see where the dream takes me.

Their earnest, curious expressions make the decision for me.

“Okay, I’m going to tell you something, but it’s going to sound farfetched.” My eyes jump from one face to the other, and both men nod at me to continue talking. After taking a deep, steadying breath I push through the nerves and tell them everything.

They’re quiet as they listen. Neither of them interrupts me. I have to give them credit, because I’m pretty sure if someone was telling me I was just a figment of their imagination and the star in their wet dreams, I’d have laughed in their faces before kicking them right out of my bed.

Neither of them even flinch when I tell them how I’d originally planned on making Drake walk the plank. When I finally get to the end of my crazy tale, I’m sitting up with my back against the headboard and both men are across from me, cross-legged. They’re still holding on to me, each man with a hand on my legs.

The quiet in the cabin after I’ve shared everything with them is overwhelming. I don’t know whether to shout, cry, or tell them to get the hell out. The fact that they’re still sitting there and not raving at me for being a lunatic and throwing me overboard counts as a win. At this point the best I can hope for is being allowed to go back to sleep so I can wake up in my own damn bed.

“Are either of you going to say anything?”

Pete shrugs, looking at his friend to break their silence. Jack clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

“Do you think there is any way that maybe… this isn’t a dream, but that this book you”ve written is real and maybe you’ve fallen into it?”

I sit there, blinking at him, totally speechless.

He didn’t tell me I’m lying. Shout at me and rage at me for being a crazy person. And his question had merit. Am I in a dream? All the usual signs said no. I didn’t wake up from any painful sensations. I actually orgasmed. Multiple times.

Every single wet dream I’ve ever had ended right before the big finale. This certainly isn’t the case.

“How likely do you think it is, that this is a book, and I’m living in it?” I counter his question with my own because I have no idea how to answer him.

“Probably about as likely as it is for me, a sentient man, to only be a figment of someone’s imaginings.”

Hmmm.

“How would we determine the truth?” Pete asks, finally giving me a clue as to where his thoughts are. I shrug in response, because I really have no idea how to tell what’s what at this point.

“I suppose there isn’t a surefire way of knowing. I guess if I wake up in my own bed tomorrow morning, I’ll be sure.”

Everything in the room is quiet again. The only sound is that of the crew moving around on the deck. Belatedly, I realize, if I can hear them now, then they were definitely all privy to what had been happening in this room not so long ago.

I would be embarrassed, but this is either a dream, or I really am the captain of a pirate ship, which means they’ve heard worse.

“Okay, let’s lie down, so you can tell us about this other world you”re from and why that would make you save Drake’s life,” Jack says, positioning himself so I can curl up back on his chest again. Pete remains seated, but grabs hold of one of my feet and slowly massages the pressure points on the soles, drawing out a moan from my lips.

While I explain my world to them, and try to tell them about book tropes without sounding like I”ve lost all my marbles, they sit and listen to me patiently. Both Pete and Jack take in my words and accept them all as truth. Without question.

None of this makes any sense to me. There is no earthly reason for these men to just believe me with no proof, yet everything seemed to say that they do.

“So, what do we call you then, my heart?” Jack asks.

I smile at him, before responding. “My name is Loralei,” I whisper and Pete laughs in response. Obviously he gets it.

“Ah… see, you are our temptress,” he says, the smile clear in his voice. Jack looks between the two of us, his brow furrowed.

“The meaning of our goddess’s name.” Pete shrugs before continuing his explanation. “She’s literally our siren. The siren of the sea, tempting us.”

Jack smiles at this explanation before leaning over to give me a possessive kiss. “I think, for now, we shall continue to call you Vixen. No need to confuse the crew, yes?” I agree with Jack before pulling him back for another kiss.

Morning turns into afternoon, and at some point there is a knock on the door, signaling Bella with our afternoon meal.

She also comes with the scuttlebutt—as she’d call it. The crew is curious about what my plans are with Killer. And as I am holed up in my room with my first mate—Jack—they also aren’t sure where we are headed next.

This is a bit of a problem. My stupid ass had sat down at my laptop to write a story without a plot. I have no fucking clue what we’re supposed to be doing next. And by the way that Jack and Pete stare at me, they’re fully expecting me to come up with… something.

“Thank you, Bella. We’ll be out in a bit to address the crew. And thank Cookie for the meal,” I say, remembering the super unoriginal name I’d given the ship’s cook.

“All right, mistress. If you need anything else, please call for me.”

I nod in response, and she bends down in a damn curtsy before scurrying from the room.

“Do either of you have any idea where to go next?”

“Well,” Pete starts, as he grabs a tray of food and pulls it closer to himself. “Seeing as this is either a dream, or some elaborate tale of daring and dashing pirates… I think it best we do our best to give you the adventure of a lifetime, don’t you?”

He grins at me right before taking a huge bite out of the bread Bella had brought in with the fish the crew had caught.

“That,” I say as I steal a piece of the bread, “sounds like a wonderful idea. Let’s go hunt down the most elusive pirate treasure.”

The words barely leave my mouth when there’s a huge boom and the entire ship shakes with the impact of what can only be a cannon ball.

What. The. Fuck.