Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I let her go then. Satisfied with finally getting to taste her lip.

“Right this way,” Bayron says as he starts walking us down the beach.

I wrestle with myself between grabbing Skye and taking off now or waiting until later. I decide on later. I’m sure he just has a dinner or something set up. We can eat quickly and then get out of here.

Our hands interlink as we follow Bayron down the beach, still not saying a word to each other, but not needing to. We know that we want each other. In a bed. Right now.

We round the edge of the property and see a large yacht sitting at the end of the pier.

“Your date awaits,” Bayron says, pointing toward the boat.

My mouth drops open. I know how much a yacht like that costs. There is no way that this is our gift from the resort. Even if we only go out for an hour, it would cost them more than both of our rooms for the entire week, combined.

“You’re kidding, right?” I ask.

Bayron smiles. “Only the best for Miss Skye.”

He starts walking down the long wooden peer. The yacht gets larger and larger with each step we take.

“He’s joking, right? If this is really our gift, you know they are going to expect us to pay them back somehow,” I lean over and say to Skye.

She shrugs. “Let’s just get the romance over with, so we can move on to the fun part.” She winks.

I squeeze her hand tighter. “Done.”

We keep walking toward the yacht, and the boy part of me that still gets excited about shiny things with fast motors and expensive boats gets me far too giddy as we stop in front of it. I’ve never been on a yacht before, and all I want to do is go explore every inch of it. Talk to the captain about how it works, how expensive it is, and how fast it can go.

But then I look over at Skye, and I forget about the damn yacht. We could be riding a bus for all I care as long as I get to hold her again. Kiss her. Fuck her. Nothing else matters. Not even figuring out the crazy reason we are getting to ride in this yacht instead of just getting a romantic dinner on the beach, like every other couple who stays at this resort.

Bayron holds his hand out to Skye. She lets go of my hand and takes his as he helps her into the yacht.

I grind my teeth to keep from chewing Bayron out for taking Skye from me for a single second. I really need to get my anger in check. Bayron is just doing his job. He’s not hitting on Skye. And it’s clear Skye is only interested in me. But I can’t. I’ve never felt such claim over a woman before, especially one that I’ve only ever kissed.

I climb up onto the yacht behind Skye.

“Have a good date. If you need anything, just ask one of the wait staff on board or the captain.”

I turn back to look at Bayron. “How long are we going to be on the yacht?” I’m starting to think that he’s going to trap me on this boat so that I can’t escape and am forced to be romantic with Skye.

He smiles. “Are you well taken care of, Miss Skye?”

She gives me a sideways glance with a sparkle in her eyes before she takes my hand again. “I think I’m in very good hands.”

“How long?” I ask again, not about to be trapped on this yacht for my entire vacation.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Brody; there are beds on the yacht,” he says with a wink.

The yacht starts moving gently away from the pier. I could jump back onto the pier. But I don’t think I could get Skye to come with me. I hate not having control. I hate not knowing where we are going or when we are coming back. But, until this yacht turns around, I’m going to have to find a way to let all of that go.

“Come on,” Skye says, pulling me toward the front of the yacht as we head out into the ocean, toward the sun that is just beginning to set.

We stop at the railing at the front of the boat, still gripping on to each other’s hands while resting them on the railing. We stand in silence just staring at the ocean.

“I’m sorry,” Skye says as she looks out at the ocean.

“Why are you sorry?”

“For Bayron. He means well, but sometimes, he takes things too far. You never agreed to being kidnapped on a boat with me.”