Page 28 of Father Figure

I’d never formally been anyone’s Daddy before, though many younger guys had tossed out the name in bed ever since I’d reached thirty a decade ago. The idea never really appealed to me much. But the idea of being Nicky’s Daddy? My sweet boy? My surprisingly sexy boy? My incredibly smart boy who wanted to be like me in so many ways? Yeah, I might want that. The idea was becoming more appealing with each passing second.

Did Nicky want that? Something told me he did.

Fuck me. My ex was going to kill me.

I was going stir-crazy at home alone, waiting to sail again. Our next charter had been canceled, so we had six days off. Fuck, maybe I’d take a quick jaunt to Jamaica or something. Blow off some steam and find someone to get underneath or inside of.

Sam was still steering clear of me.

My phone beeped, and I hoped it was the distraction I needed.

Glancing at the screen, I cursed.

Nicky:

Meet me for lunch?

Definitely not the distraction I needed.

But I had shit else to do, and the thought of sitting here all day going out of my mind was a lot less appealing than taunting myself with the object of my forbidden desire.

Shuckin’ Shack @3

After I’d showered, shaved, and put on a clean tank and shorts, I slid my feet into flip-flops, grabbed my ball cap and sunglasses, and headed out.

Nicky was already waiting for me outside the restaurant. He popped up from the bench with a huge grin. It felt as natural as breathing to kiss his cheek. It was impossible to put boundaries between us. My first instinct was always going to be to pull him close.

“Hi, Cass!”

“Hey, Nicky. You hungry?”

“Starving.”

A waiter showed us to a table out back by the water. The fresh, salty air and the sound of the waves lapping against the wooden pylons were a familiar comfort. I’d always been at home by the sea. Saltwater was in my blood.

“You keeping busy?” What the fuck was I supposed to talk to him about? The only thoughts I had running through my mind were absolutely off-topic.

“Started reading for the fall semester, looking over my syllabus, taking notes.”

“That’s good. How’s your dad?”

“Away on business.”

Damn, I hated leaving him alone in that big house. He hated it, too. Like hell I was inviting him over, though.

“Sam has a day charter to go deep-sea fishing tomorrow. You should join him. He’d appreciate the help.”

“Really?” Nicky looked skeptical.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t he?”

“Okay, I’ll go.”

We placed our orders and didn’t speak again until the waiter brought our drinks.

“Your birthday is coming up,” I remarked. “Turning twenty is a big deal. Got any plans?”

“We’ll probably be out on a charter. Maybe I can go dancing again?”

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