Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“He’s a fat little porker,” Nicky squealed, swimming after the pig.

I was going to have to pull out all the stops to get him to leave this island. After seeing the tide pools where he pointed out at least twenty-five different varieties of crustaceans, including sea urchins, sponges, shrimp, crawdads, and God knows what else, he filled the pockets of his board shorts with shells until he clinked when he walked. Next, we rented scooters and rode over the Glass Window Bridge that divides the dark blue waters of the Atlantic from the turquoise waters of the Caribbean.

And now the damn pigs.

“Hand me another orange, Cass!”

I felt like a vending machine, constantly handing out snacks to the boys so they could feed the pigs. With my waterproof camera, I captured several shots of Nicky petting them. Thank God he had worn a regular bathing suit today. I wished I could say the same for Manu, though I really didn’t care what he wore because he didn’t affect me like Nicky did.

Another thing that affected me? Nicky’s eyes were on me constantly, checking to see if I was watching him, or maybe just curious about what I was doing. His eyes were also on Manu, and at first, I thought maybe he was interested in the handsome boy with the tanned skin and dark hair, but then I realized, Nicky wasn’t interested in Manu, he was curious if I was interested in Manu.

Was he jealous? Christ, I was just getting deeper and deeper in trouble.

At this point, it would be a blessing if the Bermuda Triangle swallowed me whole.

“Ow!”

I looked up in time to see Nicky’s head disappear below the surface. The water was crystal clear, like bathwater, and I didn’t see anything near him, like stingrays or sharks. Maybe he stepped on a piece of coral?

“Cass! Something got me!”

In a panic, I swam over to him and dove beneath the water to inspect his legs. Nothing. Everything appeared fine.

Surfacing, I shook the water from my hair. “I don’t see anything. Are you sure? ”

“It burns bad,” he cried, hopping on one leg as tears gathered in his eyes.

Nothing wrenched my heart like Nicky’s tears. He didn’t shed them often, but when he did, there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make him feel better.

“It was probably a jellyfish. Some of them are so tiny and translucent, they’re impossible to see.”

“It doesn’t feel like it was tiny. It stings bad.”

“Come here.” I pulled him close to me, tucking his face against my bare chest, and straddled his thigh. There was only one thing I knew to do to remove the sting of a jellyfish. The water grew warm around our bodies, and Nicky looked up at me, eyes wide with surprise.

“Cass?”

“Shhh, let me make it better. It takes the sting away.”

He continued to stare as I released a stream of urine, soothing the sting. Hell, I was almost marking him. That’s the thought that floated through my head. Nicky was mine. He couldn’t be more mine, not after letting me piss on his leg.

He was so close, his mouth just inches away, close enough that we shared the same breath. If I tilted my head just an inch, I could brush my lips over his. I could taste his mouth again. Adrenaline coursed through my blood, making me feel hot all over.

And then he nestled his thigh right up under my balls, cutting off the flow. It's hard to piss when your dick is thickening. He had to have felt it getting hard, but Nicky didn’t pull away. Instead, he got closer, pasting the lower half of his body against mine, and then he writhed, and I doubted it was from the pain in his leg.

The writhing made me harder.

And then I couldn’t pull away because I was rock hard, and we were surrounded by a yellowish cloud amidst clear waters. What a fucking disaster.

Nicky stayed stuck to my body for the next forty-five minutes, and neither of us complained, not once. Not until it was time to return to the boat, and he whined the entire way about leaving the pigs behind.