Rogue Booty

By Golden Angel

Captain Mack and his first mate Jake Raw enjoy everything that life on the high seas has to offer in between their mission of revenge on the corrupt governor of Antigua. When they team up with a desperate widow on a mission to avenge her husband's untimely death, this pair of pirates find her to be an unexpected treasure. Blythe is an irresistible beauty whose bountiful body makes both men want to unfurl more than their ship's sails and a wicked bargain is struck. And as the trio plots to take their vengeance, they will find an equal amount of pleasure along with their plunder.

Rogue Booty is a steamy standalone MFM menage romance with a guaranteed HEA. It was previously published in the Pirates, Passion & Plunder anthology.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Golden Angel
• Release date: Nov 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005677923

Golden Angel

Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author, Amazon Top 50 bestselling author, and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.She believes the world is a better place when there's a little magic in it.Sign up to be part of the Golden Angel Legion newsletter and receive a free story, exclusive to newsletter subscribers - https://www.subscribepage.com/goldenangelromanceFind Her Online!Newsletter → https://www.subscribepage.com/goldenangelromanceBookBub → http://bit.ly/2G68e3OFacebook → http://bit.ly/2Ds7c0eGoodreads → http://bit.ly/2rt4rdLInstagram → http://bit.ly/2CkqiqZTwitter → https://bit.ly/38ImcYkWebsite → http://www.goldenangelromance.com

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Chapter 1

Blythe

That’s the bloke you want. The whore nodded her head to indicate Blythe’s target, rather than pointing. Pointing would draw attention, which wasn’t something either of them wanted.

Casually, Blythe shifted her weight so she could see the man the whore was indicating, just a little way down the road in the crowd. Even on a lane full of rogues and reprobates, he managed to stand out. Tall, commanding, and not conventionally handsome, but definitely striking. He had black curly hair, dark eyes like the devil, and his skin declared his mixed heritage. The sheer confidence and aura of raw sexuality he gave off were enough to draw the attention of nearly every woman who laid eyes on him.

That’s Captain Jake Raw? she asked quietly, her eyes skirting back to the redhead she’d paid for information. The buxom beauty shook her head, and Blythe frowned.

That’s his brother and first mate of the Rawbone, Mack Raw, the woman explained. She leaned into Blythe. It’s said they like to share their women between them, and they’re as good at pleasurin’ as they are at plunderin’. The salacious tidbit obviously intrigued the whore. Ain’t that something? I wouldn’t even charge for a ride like that. She grinned widely, her eyes still on Mack Raw as he prowled down the street away from them.

The man did have a shapely ass.

Startled by the thought, Blythe shook her head. That wasn’t why she was interested in him. She just needed an introduction to his brother.

The Rawbone was the most feared pirate ship sailing the seas. They were ruthless but not merciless unless the ship they boarded was a slaver. Those crews were slaughtered, the slaves freed, then the ship patched up and added to their growing fleet. Merchants surrendered immediately rather than fight, and as long as they did, they lived to sail another day.

Most merchants—just not those sailing into Antigua.

The crews of those ships were treated as harshly as the slavers, and it was rumored the governor of Antigua had put a massive bounty on the head of each member of the crew, with the highest on Captain Jake Raw himself. It seemed there was bad blood between Antigua and Captain Raw.

Blythe certainly hoped so.

My thanks, she said to the whore, passing her a coin, which was swiftly tucked into the woman’s ample bosom. Nodding, the whore ambled off, looking for more clientele. Hitching the satchel where she’d stored all of her worldly possessions, Blythe moved after the first mate of the Rawbone.

Mack

He was being followed.

The hairs on the back of his neck tingled, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

Casually, Mack turned the corner, glancing back, but no one immediately stood out. A man didn’t earn a bounty on his head without learning a few tricks. A few more turns, he realized the buxom brunette he kept overlooking was the one on his tail. It had taken him longer than usual because he’d been expecting a man, perhaps a spy from Antigua or even an official.

If she was a spy, she was the prettiest spy he’d ever seen. He couldn’t quite imagine Hopkins sending a woman to do his dirty work, though as far as Mack had seen, the Governor of Antigua thought women were only good for two things.

So, why was she following him?

Curious to see how far she’d go, he strolled into The Rusty Pot. No woman in her right mind would enter the tavern unescorted. It was a place for drinking and making deals, not whoring. If she did come in, he’d have to either claim a meeting with her or watch her be raped and killed, but he didn’t mind doing the former. He wanted to know why she was following him, anyway.

Absently greeting several of the men he passed, he made his way to the bar.

Ale, he said to the barkeep, flipping him a coin. The man nodded and turned to grab a mug while Mack moved around to the far side of the bar, giving himself a clear view of the door. It also put him somewhat in the shadows, which would give him an opportunity to observe the woman if she came in.

Several long moments passed, his ale arrived, and Mack sighed with a tinge of disappointment. He’d been looking forward to a bit of excitement. Seemed he’d have to go looking for her once he was done with his ale… or not. Perhaps she’d be outside waiting for him.

There was a small stir in the crowd when the door opened, and the brunette stepped in.

Unmistakably a woman, despite the breeches she was wearing, her very presence changed the atmosphere in the room. Every man’s gaze was drawn to her and not in a friendly manner. Sensing their animosity, her chin tilted in defiance, her eyes scanning the room, looking for him, he supposed.

Before she found him in the gloom, a large, brawny man stepped in front of her. Mack didn’t need to see his face to know he was leering at her. Topping her height by a full head, the man loomed over her, his words clearly heard since all conversation had halted at her entrance.

Well, well, lass, ye’ve wandered into the wrong place, haven’ ya?

Sighing inwardly, hoping he wouldn’t have to fight the big swizzler, Mack got to his feet to intervene.

Blythe

The foul-smelling male in front of her was completely schnockered, cheap whiskey heavy on his breath. Blythe wrinkled her nose at the stench but didn’t step back. Retreating would likely only heat his blood further.

She knew the Rusty Pot’s reputation and had almost turned away but hadn’t wanted to lose Mack Raw again. There was no knowing when the Rawbone might leave port, and she was determined to be on the ship when it did. If she approached him here, at least he’d know she was deadly serious.

Inwardly sighing, she decided to try for a peaceable interaction. Excuse me, she said politely. You’re in my way.

Uproarious laughter met her words, not just from the man in front of her, but everyone within earshot. Leering down at her, the man reached out and grabbed her, pulling her in close to him.

"Oh no, lass, ye’re in my way..."

Daft bastard.

He was big, but he was also drunk and slow.

Blythe lifted her knee, fast and hard. His breath came out in a shocked oof as he lurched forward. Twisting, she helped his face’s descent, right into the second strike of