Double Daddy Trouble

“Oh, come on,” she laughed, kissing my neck playfully. I turned my head up to let her, groaning, but I smiled.

“No, I mean it. I’ve been exhausted before, but with you, it feels different somehow. I don’t know how to put it.”

“The great Bruin Kincaid at a loss for words?” she said with raised eyebrows. “Now that’s surprising.”

I gave her a slap on the ass for that as I laughed, and I helped her slide off of me before standing up.

We were on Sandy Cay, one of the Berry Islands, and the second one of them we’d visited so far. There wasn’t a lot of civilization out here, in the strict sense, and that was just what I’d hoped I’d get with her. Most of the islands were privately owned, and it just so happened that one of the islands was owned by a friend of mine who owed me a favor. I’d called him up last night to call it in and have the island house for the day. The day before that, we’d just dropped anchor near an uninhabited one and enjoyed some of the best fish you could get in the Caribbean while exploring the ship.

The little hut we were using for some of the best sex I’ve ever had was not the house, of course. The real house was further inland, relatively speaking, and it was as lavish as you’d expect a private island home to be. We’d spent most of the day touring the place, sampling imported liquors, and flirting with each other around the natural paradise of the island before we couldn’t stand it anymore and ran off to this hut.

With an open-air view of the crystal-clear waters and pearly-white sands and the beginning of the sunset, it seemed like this hut had been put here for exactly this purpose.

Sighing contentedly, Jillian stepped naked over to the closet and picked out a green silk robe.

“You look almost as good in that as you do with nothing at all on,” I added as I laid back on the bed, totally naked myself.

Jillian laughed at me and picked out a gunmetal-gray robe for me, tossing it to me. Places like these tended to have everything you could possibly want, and that was intentional.

“I’d say the same, but I don’t think the crew would appreciate the view,” she teased.

“They won’t bother us,” I explained as I slipped it on and followed her path to the doorway. “They stick to the ship and have strict orders.”

“There could always be other billionaires lazing around the Caribbean on week-long cruises,” she said playfully, nearly skipping out the door and sinking into the soft sand.

I followed her, then crouched a little to feign sneaking before I ran up behind her and swept her off her feet, scooping her up in my arms.

She giggled and threw her arms around me to meet the kisses I peppered her with as I walked us out toward the beach, where a towel waited for us. I’d left it there while Jillian freshened up earlier, hoping to watch the sunset with her, and it looked like I wasn’t going to be disappointed.

As I set her down, and watched her get comfortable on it, though, it struck me how odd it was I was having that thought. Watching the sunset with someone? What was getting into me?

The weirdness of it couldn’t last long, though. Seeing her smile brightly up at me as she made room for me to sit by her made my heart flutter in a way I wasn’t used to. It had been just half of the full week, but the sight of that happy face pushed any worries away.

Well, all but one.

It was easy to lose myself in the thrill of finally having Jillian, the fresh delight of being able to savor someone I never thought I’d want to have. But part of me had almost been expecting her to turn cold, sober up, and treat this like a transaction before long. Instead, I was seeing that same kind of blushing smile in her face that I felt in mine.

And that made my mind drift to Santa Barbara with a pang of guilt.

“So, what’s on the menu tomorrow?” she asked as I sat down beside her.

“Besides you?” I answered, making her blush. “Well, that depends. We have four full days left, then the trip home, which will take up the last day. What do you think about snorkeling?”

She seemed to perk up at that. “Ohh, I’ve never been, but it sounds like fun.”

“I know a spot on the coast of Andros Island, biggest island in the Bahamas,” I said with a smile. “If you take a liking to it, we can spend a couple days there. The day after that, though, I have a reservation at a restaurant in Nassau that you’ll never forget, but we’ll go over some of the possible sights on the boat tonight and let you pick your favorite.

She shook her head, leaning into me and beaming at the sparkling waters. “I never thought I’d be in a place in life to have all those options.”

And which one are you planning to tell her about your situation? I asked myself as I stared out at the sea.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me, noticing my silence. I gave my head a little shake.

“Oh, it’s…” I wanted to say ‘nothing’ badly. Just brush it off until later. But I knew better than that. That was what I did when I was in a bad place. Freshman year of college, I just kept blowing things off until later, and later became never. I lost touch with Jeff because I put it off over and over again.

Jillian tilted her head, her pretty face looking confused. I couldn’t blow off this conversation. She was worth more than that.

“Jill, I want to level with you,” I confessed, turning and leaning on my knees. “I’m not... I mean, I don’t want this to be—”