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“Don’t I always?”

“W-without a condom.”

“Oh, baby, I want that more than anything, but I can’t until I get tested. I’m fairly certain I know the results, but I can’t risk your health. As soon as we’re home, I’ll take care of it.”

Thank you, God for giving me this boy, this perfect young man, to love and cherish and call my own.

I hadn’t had the foresight to bring lube and a condom with me in the shower, unfortunately, so I improvised. Squeezing a dollop of conditioner between his slim cheeks, I slid my cock through the slippery mess, hotdogging his ass until we were both moaning and panting on the thick steam. Reaching around his hip, I jacked his tiny dick until he painted the tiles with a shout that echoed off the thin walls. I followed closely behind him, coming between his cheeks.

Nicky sighed contentedly, and I planted a kiss on his damp shoulder. The water beat down on my head, and I leaned back under the hot spray, dousing my hair. “Feel so much better now.”

“No, Daddy. You have to clean up the mess for me, too.” I opened my eyes to see him wearing the most devilish smile.

“Nicky, when did you learn to be so wicked?” I dropped to suck my cum from his ass, slurping over his hole with enough pressure and suction to make him whine. “Daddy, you’re gonna get me all messy again if you don’t stop.”

“While that would usually guarantee I keep going, we’re about to run out of hot water.” Pushing to my feet, I gripped his chin and sealed our mouths together, sliding my tongue along his to share the flavor with him. “Come on, we have hungry mouths to feed.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“This place is sick!” Nicky stood at the bow of the boat, practically jumping over the railing in his excitement to explore the island of Dominica. “It’s a rainforest! Look, Cass, there’re volcanoes!” He pointed, as if I couldn’t see them looming ahead of us.

Sam motored into Roseau, the southern port, crawling along slower than usual as we passed through dolphin and whale-infested waters. Abandoning the bow, Nicky scrambled up to the flybridge and grabbed the binoculars from Sam. He scanned the turquoise waters, looking for signs of life.

“This is the only country in the world where you can find sperm whales year-round,” he told Sam. Nicky was keyed up on one of his nerdy, marine biology facts spewing one-sided conversations. All you could do when he got like this was smile and listen patiently, and nod along. “I’ve got to find one, Sam! Look!” he yelled, pointing off the starboard side. “Spinner dolphins, and spotted dolphins!” he added excitedly. “Cass,” he motioned to me, waving his hand, “come help me find a whale.”

Climbing up the ladder to the flybridge, I couldn’t help but feel some of his excitement. It was contagious. With his binoculars glued to the water over the starboard side, he almost missed the action off the Port side. “Nicky, turn around. Hurry up.”

“Holy shit! Cass, look! A sperm whale!” I laughed because he acted as if I hadn’t been the one to point it out to him.

The Busimans were also on deck, watching the dolphins swim alongside the behemoth whale. Sam dropped anchor in the bay, and I ran to raise our ensign and Q flags.

Nicky continued to watch the dolphins while we waited to be boarded. “I could stay here all day.” He sighed happily.

“Nah, the stuff I have planned for us today rivals this. I don’t want you to miss it.”

He lit up again, a second wave of excitement coming on strong. “I’ll go grab my backpack! And my sunblock. And my sunglasses!”

“They’re on your head,” I shouted as he disappeared down the stairs.

It was hard to tell which had him more excited, the dolphin and whale sightings, or snorkeling in the Champagne Reef. The island’s geothermal activity below the ocean floor created streams of tiny bubbles that looked and felt as if you were swimming through Champagne. Nicky pointed out coral-encrusted rocks, colorful sponges, a peacock flounder, and a school of sergeant majors.

The lukewarm water was cool enough to feel refreshing, especially because of the surge of bubbles over my face and body as I snorkeled the reefs. It was a welcomed reprieve from the relentless heat of the sun.

Next on our to-do list was a short waterfall hike through Middleham Falls that led to a breathtaking pool at the base. It seemed Elaine Busiman was competing with Nicky to see who could snap the most pictures. When we got to the pool below, we stopped to rest, grabbing a seat on the damp rocks. Nicky jumped in with his clothes on and swam through the crystal-clear water while I unpacked sandwiches from our backpacks.

“He’s having the time of his life,” Sam remarked, watching him fondly.

The fact that our time together was running short weighed heavily on me. I still had two more months left in the season with constant traveling before I was reunited with Nicky in the off-season. A lot could happen in two months when you’re nineteen years old, and going to college for the first time. I had to remind myself for the thousandth time that Nicky would figure out what was best for him, and all I could do was support him in whatever that was.

Even if what was best for him wasn’t me.

Sam squeezed my knee as if he could read my thoughts. Hell, he probably could after the twenty-five years we’d spent together.

The sun and rigorous activity had begun to take a toll on my energy, and I slogged along slowly to our next destination, the natural Hot Springs at the tiny village of Wotten Waven. The temperature of the water felt like a warm bath, and even though it smelled like sulfur and rotten eggs, the healing waters felt absolutely magical on my sore calves and tight shoulders. The sound of the water falling from the cliffs above into the spring added to the relaxing ambiance and created a mist that blanketed the water's surface. With each deep inhale of breath I pulled into my lungs, I got some of the restorative mist as well.

“This is the life,” I sighed with pleasure, leaning my head back against the rocks.

Nicky swam over to me and floated his legs over my lap, curving his arms around my neck. The sun shone down on his sweet face, highlighting the freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. They were prominent all summer from the sun, and I thought they made him look years younger—and infinitely cuter. Maybe because they reminded me of a younger version of him, the version I first met and fell in love with. Not the kind of love I felt for him now, but a simpler, more pure love.

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