Page 38 of Father Figure

Sam spared me a glance, and he was biting back his smirk. “When are we going to find out about your plans for the pillow princess?”

“The who?” Was he talking about Nicky? “Cut that shit out! Don’t talk about him like that.”

“You know I’m teasing you. It’s all in good fun. Also, tell me I’m wrong, and he’s not a total pillow princess.”

I scrubbed my hand over my face. “Oh my God, I cannot wrap my head around this.”

“Well, you better, because he’s counting on you. So, when are you going to do it, and where? Here on the boat?”

“I don’t fucking know. No, not this boat. I can come up with something better than that. He deserves… Fuck, he deserves everything, certainly more than I can give him.”

“I beg to differ,” Sam chuckled. “You can give it pretty good.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Can’t. Got to steer through this storm, but maybe in the morning when things settle.”

Despite being up in my head about Nicky, Sam’s jab made me laugh. “What the fuck am I gonna do? I don’t think I’ve ever seduced a virgin before. At least, not that I know of. Have you?”

Sam shrugged. “Don’t know. I’ve never asked any of them if it was their first time. That’s not something I want to know.”

“Is there something special I’m supposed to do?” Like I needed a whole new set of shit to worry about. The repercussions of what I was planning to do already plagued me night and day.

“I don’t know. Go slow and use lots of lube? Nicky seems like a real hearts and flowers kind of guy, so maybe rose petals or some shit? Maybe we can google it.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the drop in barometric pressure or this conversation, but my head was beginning to pound. “This is absurd. Would you listen to us?”

“Hey, you could get him drunk. That seems to do the trick. He’ll be crawling all over you like flies on?—”

“You’re absolutely no help,” I spat, pushing to my feet. “I’m going to check on him and then I’m gonna turn in. Come wake me when you need me to take over.”

“Will do. We’ll be fine. According to the radar, we should push through the squall in about two hours, maybe three if it moves with us.”

Heading below deck, I checked everything over to make sure there was nothing loose that was going to roll around and become a weapon in the turbulent waters. I checked on Nicky, making sure his eyes were closed and his breathing was even before stripping off my damp shirt and shorts and ducking into my bunk.

The ship rolled violently to the left before righting itself, and I knocked my elbow into the wall of the cabin.

“Cass?”

“I’m here, Nicky. It’s okay, sweetheart. Just a bad storm.”

And then he was climbing down the ladder, scooting in next to me on my narrow mattress. “I’m scared,” he said in a small voice that kicked all my protective instincts into high gear.

“Nothing to worry about. Sam is used to these storms, and he’s going to get us through it just fine. We should be through it in a couple of hours.”

“My tummy doesn’t feel so good,” he whined.

“You’re not used to rough seas. I could get you some Dramamine.”

“No, just rub my tummy. Please?”

When Nicky was about twelve or thirteen, his school called me to come pick him up. He wasn’t feeling good, and his dad was in court. Nicky had a terrible stomachache, which we later realized was a bug, and we spent the afternoon cuddled on the couch watching Shark Week reruns while I rubbed his tummy. I remembered two things about that day with crystal clarity—how he knew every species of shark they featured and random facts about each one, and the way he fit so perfectly in my arms.

He was a lot bigger now, but he still fit perfectly against my body. I continued to rub soft, soothing circles on his tummy, and he practically purred like a kitten. He wore no shirt, just boxers, and his skin felt soft and warm. I twirled my finger around his belly button and he squirmed, backing his sweet ass snug against my body.

That was a bad mistake. With thoughts of his seduction still on my mind from earlier, I began growing hard.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one. The head of Nicky’s now-hard cock bumped against my hand and I pulled back like I’d been burned. My heart beat so hard I was sure he could feel it pounding against his shoulder blades.

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