Page 36 of Father Figure

Fuck, he was getting me hard all over again.

“Turn around, hands on the wall.”

I wasn't sure putting my hands on the wall was completely necessary. He could probably dry my body if I stood straight, but I played into it, popping my ass for him.

Sam licked a wet stripe between my cheeks. When his tongue passed over my hole, I clenched, wishing he had penetrated me in the shower.

“Damn, you're all wet again, sorry.”

“You're not sorry,” I laughed, my deep rumble echoing off the walls. “And neither am I.”

We finally emerged from the bathroom, dry, clean, and pink-skinned.

“Where are you going to sleep?”

“I'll just climb up into Nicky's bunk.”

I grabbed for the ladder to climb up, but Nicky's sleepy voice stopped me.

“That was so hot. I heard everything, and damn, you two are fire.”

Still slightly slurred, so most likely still drunk. Drunk Nicky equaled horny Nicky.

Before I could tell him to go back to bed, he slid his hand down his shorts, shimmying his hips as he moaned. “Ungh, firrreeee.”

The back-and-forth movement of his hand was unmistakable, even if I couldn't see what he was doing.

“Yeahhh, ssooo go?—”

And then there was silence. Sam caught my eyes, and we both fell apart with quiet laughter. He'd fallen asleep mid-moan. Who did that?

“He's a fucking mess,” I laughed. “No more tequila for him, or rum, or anything stronger than club soda.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Gently, I woke Nicky with a kiss on his smooth forehead. He opened his eyes and immediately found his smile. Knowing it was just for me, because of me, made my insides turn liquid. I had that thought again, the inappropriate one that kept nagging at me, thanks to Sam, that if I were Nicky’s Daddy, I could wake him up like this every morning.

“Good morning. How do you feel?”

“My head is swimming, but that could be because we’re on a boat.”

I laughed softly. “Or it could be those Long Island Iced Teas.”

“I’m never drinking again,” he groaned, covering his eyes.

“How about you sit up and drink this instead?” I pressed a glass of orange juice into his hand.

“Is it that hairy dog thing?”

Hairy dog thing? “You mean the hair of the dog? No, there’s no alcohol in this. I think you’ve had enough.” Nicky took a sip of the sweet juice, licked his lips, and then finished it off. “You should get in the shower and wake up. I’ve got a surprise for you, and we’ve got to get going.”

“I thought we were going home today.”

“We are, but it can wait until later. There’s something I’m dying to show you first.”

Handing me back the glass, Nicky scrambled off the bed, bumping his head on the top bunk. “Mother of meatballs!”

That’s the fourth time I’d laughed this morning, and I only woke him a few minutes ago. “Put on a bathing suit when you finish,” I called, heading to the kitchen.

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