squirmed into it, Ty watching all the while and enjoying the show, judging by the tightening fit of his pants.
But Michael couldn’t object. Neither could Leah, but one look at her flushed face told Michael she enjoyed this a little more than he’d expected. Rather than shame, he read titillation in her eyes—and her perky nipples. They were pushing against the soft fabric of her dress as she smoothed it down. The thin material did nothing to hide her rather obvious excitement.
Michael did his best not to notice the way Ty looked at Leah. It was all part of the act, after all, though Michael knew his brother was duly impressed with Leah’s…attributes. They exited the room and Ty led them down several small corridors to a much larger room. Men’s voices could be heard and as they entered, Michael counted about fourteen pirates, already seated, eating. There were three tables—one large one in the center and two smaller, flanking it. At the largest table sat what Mike assumed to be the leader of this ragtag group. He had a girl on each knee and one on the floor between his legs.
Ty brought Michael to the chair opposite the leader and introduced them. There were a few tense moments before the jit man nodded and motioned them all to sit and then dinner was served.
A group of women brought the food out and then stayed with the men, to serve it and eat themselves. Some were treated as equals, most as slaves. Michael took his cue from those around him, issuing instructions for Leah as the food was placed before him. She sat on his knee and cut up the meat, serving him first, then herself at his direction.
So far so good.
Everything rolled along fine until the food was gone. Then some of the pirates began desert, but it wasn’t sweet rolls they were after.
“So, Mik,” the pirate leader leered at Leah, “you want more like her?”
“If at all possible,” Michael answered neutrally. He didn’t like the look in the man’s eyes as he watched Leah.
“Well, let’s have a look at her.” Some of the other pirates cheered at their leader’s words. “Got to know what we’re aiming for, don’t we?”
Michael felt Leah tense on his knee and her eyes widened with just a hint of fright. Michael tried to sooth her, running his hand over her thigh and squeezing gently where no one could see.
With a little shove, he pushed her off his knee to a standing position between himself and Ty. He could use his brother’s help here and knew Leah trusted them both to see to her safety. The next few minutes could get interesting, depending on how these heathen pirates reacted to what he had in mind. Mike had a plan. It was daring, but it might just work to protect Leah and their cover all at the same time.
“Take off your dress, Lil, and show them your tits.”
Her eyes widened, but he couldn’t back down. This was too important.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Drop the dress, Lilla.”
Michael’s voice sounded loud to her in the room full of watching pirates. She couldn’t believe what he’d just ordered her to do. Yet, she didn’t see any way out of this situation. They were badly outnumbered. She had to trust him and hope he had a workable plan.
Her gaze shot to Ty, seated next to Michael at the table. Ty watched her with amused speculation. Only she saw the little nod of reassurance. These two men would look after her as much as possible in this crazy situation. She knew Michael would protect her with his life, but having Ty there as backup—and to stabilize Michael’s volatile temper—made her feel just the tiniest bit better, and somewhat disloyal at the same time.
Michael was a Dom. He couldn’t help the temper, but Ty didn’t suffer from the same affliction. As a Risker, he was always aware of the odds of any given situation and his judgment would be invaluable in this amazingly tense situation.
Still, she hesitated. She was completely naked beneath the dress. She clutched the edges of the neckline