A Pirate's Love

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Jack headed for his favorite inn and stepped inside the tavern. He went to the bar and ordered a pint of grog, "Jorja around," he asked throwing a couple of shillings on the bar.

"Somewhere," the barkeep said.

"JACK," came a familiar sultry voice from the stairs leading up to some rooms.

Jack looked up and saw her, "Jorja, love I was just asking about ye," he exclaimed.

Jorja was a dark haired gypsy princess, as far as Jack was concerned. She was more then just another tavern wench and he'd never refer to her as a whore. Her long dark hair was always curled and done up, except when she let you take it down. She had a bosom you would die happily if ye happened to suffocate in it. She had the longest legs he'd ever seen and she had big green eyes like a cat. Her mouth was plump and she could kiss you on the day ye left for the sea and a week later ye could still taste and feel the tingle in yers. Jorja also had a voice of an angel. She would speak to ye and give ye a rise in yer breeches just by saying yer name. To say she was beautiful was an insult, she was a rare treasure who made ye feel like ye were the only man she ever bedded. She was gifted as she did what she did not because she had to like so many of the other wenches in town but because she wanted to. She loved men, especially sailors. And she had a special place in her heart reserved for one Captain Jack Sparrow. She was the only wench he'd ever been with that he knew would not slap him. "Jack it's been so long my dark prince," she purred.

Jack got an erection just looking at her, "I know love, just got back from going after me son," he told her.

"Why don't I draw you a nice hot bath and you can tell me all about your adventure," she asked.

"I'd like that, same room as usual," Jack asked.

"Of course my sweet, now drink your rum and when you're ready you come on up," Jorja smiled.

"I'd rather bring it with me," Jack said. He was sure he had a very goofy dreamy eyed look on his face but he didn't care, she had that affect on you. Jack had seen her so often, even when he and Maddy had been together. But Jorja never asked for anything from him. And she never expected him to return to her. He'd told her all about Maddy as well as a few other of his secrets knowing she'd keep them.

"Well all right, come along my darling," she purred and waited on the stairs for him. She wore a violet dress that clung to her waist and her breasts seemed to be struggling to either stay in or burst out of the bodice.

Another thing about Jorja that appealed to Jack was she didn't wear a lot of makeup, as did the other wenches. She did not look like one of them. Jack went up the stairs and when he'd almost reached her, she turned and began up the stairs.

Jorja drew Jack a hot bath. She sent his clothes out to be cleaned noticing Jack had a fresh set with him. Jack undressed and got into the tub. He looked at her embarrassed as she saw his erection. "Ye bring out the devil in me," he quipped.

Jorja neither laughed at him nor said anything about it to further his embarrassment, "Would ye like me to wash your hair as well my prince," she asked.

She had called him her dark prince as long as he could remember. He wasn't sure why, but she did and he liked it. "I'd like that," he said dreamily, longing to feel her long gentle fingers on him.

Jorja smiled, "I've missed you Jack," she said.

"Really," Jack asked surprised.

"Yes," she replied.

Jack closed his eyes and thought for sure he'd come when her fingers buried themselves into his hair.

"Is there something special you'd like this evening," Jorja asked as she went about her task.