Pirate of Purgatory Island by Carol McKenzie

Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: GLBT homoerotic gay romance

Captain Drake has to save Thomas from an evil pirate, but will he be in time?

"Thomas." William spoke his name, his voice, deep yet soft as down, seemed full of understanding. It caused Thomas' heart to leap into his throat. "I didn't mean to frighten ye, me man." A warm smile curved Williamís lips.

The memory of dreaming about William's erection brought a rush of heat to his face. "I-uh-it's all right." The pirate. He's returned! Thomas riveted his attention to him and, for a fraction of a second. Disconcerted, he studied the black patch that covered the manís eye. "Uh, it's all right. But what are yeÖ?" "I guess ye were dreaming, Thomas. Right?"

He shrugged. "Uh, I dunno. I guess so."

William flashed a perfect smile and chuckled. "Have patience, me man."

He scooted closer and put his hand on Thomasí bare leg. Things turned stranger and spicier by the second.

"That is not one of me virtues... patience isn't." Has this pirate lost his mind too?

The pirate raised a ring-laden hand. As though William wielded magic, Thomas realized that he suddenly smelled clean and was bathed. William had washed and brushed his hair neatly back into a ponytail. A clean shift now clothed his body, much to his delight and surprise.

"This feels better now, doesn't it?"

"Yes." Baffled, Thomas peered his way, giving him a look of incredulity, then redirected his line of vision toward a hulking ship, unable to answer such a personal question.

He ran a finger over the shift's fabric. The tip of his index finger approached and ran first over one of Thomas' nipples and then across the other. The blatancy of his sexual tastes caused his erection to grow. William's lips hovered inches from his own. His gazed traveled over Thomas' clothed body in a provocative way, unbefitting a man. When William's finger ran across Thomas' bulge at the apex of his thighs, his turmoil increased threefold.

The shackles had vanished into thin air and Thomas saw that they now lay, face to face, on a lavishly-decorated four-poster bed, in the bedchamber of a castle. The bed rose high above the shiny wooden floor. A soft, red velvet spread covered the feather mattress and pillows. Stars shone outside the window. Thomas, bewildered, gasped, enjoying the fantasy and, in fact, wanting it to continue. He peered down at his own thin, night shift. The fabric outlined his erection, obviously enticing William, wreaking havoc, causing his desire and need for release to build.

William pulled Thomas to his strong body, then gently pressed a kiss to the doctor's cheek. He enticingly ran his tongue over Thomas's lower lip.

"I need ye as well," he whispered. "Manlove feels good. When ye come aboard me ship, ye can forget most of society's stringent, ridiculous rules about men coupling with men. Ye've been taught wrong. I'm the boss aboard me ship and we can openly show our feelings."