The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,95

she realized that there were countless sexual acts and pleasures she would entertain now that she knew Kyle. Her only wish was to share them with him.

Daisy nodded and turned to walk away. She shot Moira a coy smile over her shoulder, expecting Moira to follow her. Moira didn’t look anywhere but straight ahead. From the corner of her mouth, she whispered. “Don’t you dare move away from whatever door she takes me through.”

Following Daisy down a passageway behind the stairs, Moira noticed two large men standing outside a door that Daisy unlocked. As Moira and the Lady Charity’s men approached, the two men stepped out to block their way. Moira narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

“I don’t play unless they stand at the door. Kyle wouldn’t like it any other way,” Moira said. She registered Daisy’s shock, and Moira suspected the other woman had never heard Kyle’s given name. The intimacy it implied clearly rankled. Daisy sniffed but nodded. Moira followed her into a chamber with an enormous bed, which Moira attempted to ignore lest she get distracted imagining how many times Kyle had been in it.

“We usually don’t make it here until at least the third time,” Daisy mused as she stood beside the bed. Moira didn’t react, keeping her visage neutral.

“We prefer the bed. It allows for quite a lot of creativity,” Moira said nonchalantly. “I told you I would be most grateful if you told me what I would like to know. I suspect you are the most well-informed woman in this town. Answer my questions truthfully, and I will indulge you.”

Daisy looked at her skeptically as she draped herself across the bed in what Moira assumed was an alluring position to men. Moira sat in a chair facing the bed and raised her skirts until she was certain Daisy had a clear view of her nether lips.

“What do you wish to know?” Daisy’s voice had grown husky as she stared at Moira. It made Moira suspect Daisy’s enjoyment of women was sincere.

“Does the magistrate come here?” Moira asked without preamble.

“Sometimes,” Daisy answered without looking up. Moira trailed her fingers along the inside of her thigh.

“I suspect your ladies offer services few other places do. What does he like?” Moira’s other hand pulled at her neckline, then slid one sleeve down over her shoulder.

“He likes being spanked,” Daisy mumbled, more intent upon Moira’s hands as the one at her shoulder slipped beneath the neckline and massaged her own breast.

“With what?” Moira asked and licked her lips.

“A cane or a paddle,” Daisy said as she sat up and slid to the edge of the bed.

“How often does he come?” Moira realized the double entendre and gave a throaty laugh. Daisy grinned before she stood from the bed.

“Uh-uh. I haven’t learned enough. You may look, but you may not touch. Yet,” Moira said as she lifted her hand from her thigh and shook her finger. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“He shows up a few times a sennight, but he rarely does more than squeal like a pig,” Daisy clarified.

“Does he have any bastards?”

“Likely, but none off my girls,” Daisy stepped closer as Moira’s fingers brushed against her folds. Moira had touched herself enough times to know she could arouse herself, so finding dew accumulating was no surprise. She knew Daisy assumed it was because of her. Moira wasn’t about to correct her.

“Do you only have lasses here?” Moira asked with a pointed look. Daisy froze, growing serious. She narrowed her eyes as she grew suspicious. “You like to have both captains. Perhaps you and the captains aren’t the only ones who like to have three people together. I’ve heard of things, though I’ve never seen it. Things between men. I doubt Kyle and his brother are interested in such, but others may be. Is the magistrate?”

Once more, Moira dropped Kyle’s given name, reminding the brothel owner that while he’d been with Daisy, he was with Moira now. Or at least she prayed that was the case.

“I do from time to time, depending on the customer. And yes, that includes the magistrate.”

“Hmm,” Moira mumbled. She offered Daisy a conspiratorial smile. “From the sounds of it, he can only watch.”

“Oh, he has no problems with that. A woman canes him while he buggers a man,” Daisy confessed as she returned her attention to Moira’s plunging fingers working her sheath. Pounding at the door interrupted them and made both women jump.

“Moira, we must go,” Tomas’s voice floated through the wood.