Page 38 of Island Daddy

His reply sends a small reminder back to this morning, when he tried frying bacon in his birthday suit.Or was that yesterday? My God, I really need to shake this fog out already.A deep laugh falls from my lips.

“That tracks,” I reply, batting my eyelashes. “Kind of like forgetting how incredibly hot bacon grease gets when it crackles in the pan.”

Reid seems to be reminded of the burns I treated on his naked belly, lifting his shirt to glance at them in the process. “Yeah—erm—” he stammers. “I’m lost in the kitchen without Luka.”

I motion him closer to me with my two gestured fingers. “Let me see if they’re healing,” I respond, grimacing. “You’re taking such good care of me, and here I am not remembering to check your burns.”

After tossing our steaks onto the heated grill, he sidesteps in front of my dangling legs over the countertop. “Don’t worry, little boy,” he murmurs, supporting both sides of my neck as if it’s a precious chalice. “Your memory is a little fucked up from the fall.”

What fall? When did that happen? I thought I was taken to the medical facility because of my back pain.

“I fell?” I ask, confused as fuck.

Daddy nods. “Yes,” he replies. “And you roughed up that noggin of yours quite badly,” he adds. “That’s why Dr. Davis said we need to monitor you for a progressing concussion.”

Now I vaguely remember the doctor saying that. To be honest, I’d been far more concerned about the indirect tiff between Reid and Candace. I lean my head into his stomach, reaching both arms around this robust waistline.

“Ohh,” I say. “I’m sure everything will come back to me eventually.”

Reid gently pats my shoulder blades, accepting my warm hug. “Yes—they—” he stammers again. “Theywill,” he adds, emphasizing the last word.

I pull back, raising my stare straight into his. Those eyes are ablaze with more fervor than the ring of fire. It would be nice if my back pain subsided, so that Daddy Reid can plunge my eager hole again. And if it wouldn’t result in a world of hurt, I’d remove my shorts right here and now. His strong hands could graze my entire naked body from neck to cock. Then I could feel the thunderous heart rate pounding through his twitching dick slid straight up inside me.

In a perfect universe, he’d fuck me to completion while our steaks sizzled to a perfect degree. Followed by a glass of champagne with strawberries and whipped cream. But I shudder to imagine I’d be able to consciously accept such an advance, when I feel the incredible guilt of withholding my identity. What I am. Why I’m risking unemployment if I don’t follow through.

Reid leans forward, following my torso’s journey up against the kitchen backsplash. “Don’t run away from my tongue, little boy,” he grunts mildly. “You can’t outrun me, remember?” He adds, sliding a hand between my thighs.

My cock instantly thuds while his fingers trace the outline of my growing bulge. Not a split-second later, his tongue dives into my mouth. It tastes every bit like a pineapple, reminding me that it’s his signature flavor.Fuck, that’s his undeclared moniker.I wouldn’t be surprised if the Fairchild crest was adorned with such a tropical fruit. My lips form a seal against his, all the while his hand blindly contends with the button and zipper of my shorts.

“Ohhhh,” I moan insatiably, thirsty for a taste of his sweet nectar. “Deliver me into oblivion, Daddy,” I add, wincing. “I wanna forget about this pain, if even for a few minutes.”

That appears to have caught his cock’s attention, as my hand can feel a pitched tent beneath the fabric of his shorts. Our lips fray briefly, long enough for him to whisper sweet nothings. Yet, my conscience doesn’t seem like this is appropriate. Almost as if I’m still hung up by guilt like it’s an executioner tightening a noose.

A husky groan cloaks Reid’s response. “You’re just hungry for Daddy’s protein, aren’t you boy?” He murmurs, his teeth clenching my earlobe ever so slightly.

“Mmmmmm,” I moan, this time with a tinge of hesitation. “I have to confess something that’s bothering me,” I reply hastily, pushing him away to study the solemnity in his expression. “And I don’t want you to get upset, because I honestly think I can help you before it’s too late.”

His tight grip around my wrist tells me he’s already about to get upset, and I haven’t even arrived at the punchline. “I know, little boy,” he replies with a shaken head. “And from the bottom of my heart, I forgive you—” he adds, swallowing a hard gulp of air.

A short pause follows his reply.Here we go. I feel a ‘but’ coming on. This is the moment he walks out on me just like every other fuckdate on Grindr. At least this one lasted a while. And I suppose I’ll return home with quite the story. Which none of those fuckers in Grand Junction can say they’ve been locked up by chains in a celebrity’s playroom. Let alone gotten as far as a simple kiss with America’s Gay Sweetheart.

My lips contort with gritted teeth, bracing for the impact of what’s surely going to rip me apart. No sooner do I attempt finishing the words I imagine he’s going to say, when he hushes me with his index finger.

“But you must promise me one thing,” he mutters softly, caressing my cheek.

My vision grows wide. “Ooookayy?” I respond. “What’s that?”

Reid backs away slowly to fish the Maroon 5 shirt over his head, teeming with zeal. “You have to move down to Maui, so I can protect you and be yourpermanentIsland Daddy,” he adds, tossing his shirt over a shoulder.

Another pause follows his persistent request.He’s quite adamant about being with me, isn’t he? And how does he know what I was about to confess?About the same moment I stew on how Reid could possibly understand my confession, my mind flashes back to a moment earlier tonight.

My press lanyard fell from the suitcase’s lid, moments before Reid bent forward to scoop it from the floor. He flashed me an uncertain look, as a dark shade of disappointment smattered his face.Now in this moment, seeing that cheerless expression he took earlier is another stark reminder.He didn’t have to say a goddamn thing for me to have gathered the fact that he’d caught wind of my occupation. Or what I am doing in paradise, if not solely for Tessa’s wedding.

Rolling my eyes to the side wall of Reid’s hotel kitchen, leaves me to wonder if we’ve already discussed this. If I’ve lost a whole day’s worth of events, then surely he’s leaving out some major detail for my own benefit.Or perhaps a degree of his own shame?My thoughts finish ruminating, when Reid’s smooth palm latches onto my chin.

Our stare locks with each other, as we hear footsteps followed by a melodic whistle flourishing from several feet behind Daddy. Someone’s about to walk in on us, and here we are at the prologue of a fervent exchange. A temporary fright washes Reid’s face. He scoops me back into his arms, nestling my aching body around the corner to their walk-in cooler.

My Island Daddy raises a finger to his lips. “Shhh, I’ll be right back.”

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