Page 22 of Island Daddy

“Thanks to your guys’ help, we just collected fifty pounds of plastic litter from the Pacific waters,” she affirms enthusiastically.

She continues to drone on about how many tons of plastic are removed from the oceans every year. As much as I wasn’t interested in participating this morning, the young boy has given me some perspective. Simply writing a check for this charity wouldn’t have the same affect on me as putting forth some elbow grease. Now I’m pretty convinced that I’ll be proposing a change with all the Fairchild properties to switch our materials and products we utilize.

Kragen shoots me a sly grin on our bumpy skirt across the water. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

My hands are a filthy mess. The burns on my stomach are more than irksome. And my back feels like I’ve been bent over the sides of the fucking Titanic, reaching into the ocean with a woven net through the deep waters. But my heart feels the tremendous impact of what we’ve just contributed.Does this earn me some extra cred with the Banana Boy?

“Absolutely awful,” I scoff playfully. “I mean, I’m disgusting all over and I feel like I’ve been through the rudders of an ocean liner,” I add, grabbing Kragen’s shoulder. “Though it’s made me realize that our brand needs to make some major changes.”

He tilts his head with those adoring puppy dog eyes like my Nani does. “I knew I’d be able to slather some aloe vera juice on that heart of yours.”

My fingers pop him into the jaw for a second time this weekend. “That’s not very nice, Kragen,” I admonish him. “I expect an apology.”

His head wavers. “I can’t give you just an apology,” he replies, grinning from cheek to cheek. “You’ll have to—” he pauses to glance around at every other volunteer. “You know what,when we get back to your place.”

A mild grunt forms at the back of my throat, all the while his suggestion entices my cock. “We might have some time for that,” I grimace, looking at the time on my wrist. “But we have a party to attend tonight on the main island,” I add, rolling my eyes. “And some stupid meeting with my board of directors tomorrow.”

Kragen winces at the very mention of another party, like I’m going to force more alcohol down his pipes.“Annnoothherrr party?”He questions as both his hazel seas fiercely widen. “I guess I never realized just how popular Island Daddy is.”

“Just you wait, my little Banana Boy,” I reply with a wink. “You’ll probably be glad to get back to your mundane life by the time Wednesday rolls around.”

His hand clasps with mine as a smile washes his face. “Don’t remind me,” he replies. “You’ve made my trip to paradise tolerable.”

The boat’s engine hushes drastically as we approach shore, when the volunteer coordinator rises with an applause. “Good job, everybody,” she cheers us on. “See you next weekend maybe?”

Kragen shakes her hand. “I’m headed back to the mainland in a couple of days,” he says, stepping over the boat’s ledge. “But this was great fun.”

He tugs on my arm, leading me up the slight incline of sand. “Do we have time to just lie over here in the shade for a while?”

There’s no questioning that my boys get whatever the fuck they want. Even temporary ones as the case may be for Kragen Darling. But I might die of MRSA or some bacterial meningitis if I don’t wash the gunk off my body.Yet at the same time, you can’t really guarantee his privacy lying on your own private beach, Reid.

I click my tongue with hesitation. “Ten minutes, little boy,” I reply, tapping my watch. “Then we’re gonna wash up for our dinner reservation in Honolulu.”

Banana Boy lowers his knees deep into the sand, ushering all of my body weight on top of him with a harsh tug. My torso collides into his, causing me to wince from the burns of this morning’s naked encounter with bacon grease. The boy’s eyes are alight with admiration, meanwhile, he reaches his thumb to wipe a smudge of muck from my cheek.God fucking damn it! I wanna kiss him so badly. Right here, right now.As tempting as it sounds, we’re already the subject of everyone’s ridicule online. There’s no way I can subject him to more unwarranted criticism.

I start to give him a white lie about why I can’t kiss him here, “I can’t—.”

But Kragen’s dirty, plankton riddled finger lands on my lips. “Shhhhh,” he murmurs, raising his head closer.

Awww fuck it! It’s gonna happen anyway. How do I know the paps haven’t scaled the wall of my mansion to plant a hidden camera in my bathroom? Or God forbid the playroom?

Kragen’s lips taste salty like the sea. My tongue slides from corner to corner, enjoying every inch of their goodness. He moans insatiably as my crotch feels the rising tide beneath his hand-me-down shorts courtesy of Wade Learn. If my conscience objected to kissing him in the public eye, boning his marvelous asshole on the golden sands of Palauea Beach would be off the table entirely.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KRAGEN

While not entirely certain, I’m pretty sure this is the point a decent Grindr hookup should be dwindling. One of the guys would have already grown tired of the other, or they’ve found thirty reasons why they hate them. Basically to the point that whatever sparked any semblance of sexual chemistry, has burned out as a candle does. But not my Island Daddy. Reid acts like he wants me to stay permanently, and I’m left at the corner ofReputation Wrecker and Is This True Love Boulevard.

He’s next to me on his private plane, while a personal pilot named Konnor jets us above the waters back to Oahu. Well, correction. I’m lying in his lap, pretending to be napping. Being out in the hot sun for such a while today has baked more than just my skin. Every morsel of energy has been sucked from me.How could I possibly get a single wink when I’m left in such a terrible dilemma? Do I like my job more than I do him?As my conscious battles the question of this being a passing fancy or not, I simply can’t stop thinking about our afternoon on the beach.

I shushed Reid shortly after pulling him down to my belly, to lie in the sand with me under the shade of a palm tree. Each whimsy within me wanted to strip him nude right then and there. Of course, I questioned how that would affect his public image. But the truth is, I’m possibly the straw that will break the camel’s back. Definitively sending the empire which his great-grandfather worked tirelessly to build from nothing, into a plume of ash and smoke. So a little public sex for my own benefit plagued my conscience.

He started muttering something to the effect of not being able to do something, but I shushed him before another word could fall from his beautiful lips. Moments later, I raised my head to plant a kiss on them, tasting every bit like his pineapple cock. I mean—he seriously must bathe in it or some shit. His tongue slid around the edges of my mouth. Meanwhile, my erection teased every conductor in my spine, surely eager enough for a thorough sucking.

The passion seemed to last for hours, even if it really amounted to three or four minutes. And only then, because our exchange cut short due to a brood of loud surfer bros racing each other to the water’s edge. One of them appearing to be Lance from the nightclub last night, flashing his friend a shaka sign before tossing his board into the bluest goddamn water I’ve ever seen.

“I suppose that’s our cue, little Banana Boy,” Reid said, painting his fingertips down my stomach with a grin. “We must go get spic and span for tonight’s party.”

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