Accidental Daddy: A Billionaire's Baby Romance

by R. R. Banks

  The old man looked at me, his face scrunched up as he searched his brain for the name that I hadn’t given him.

  “I’m Gavin,” I said, walking toward her with my hand extended.

  “Hello, Gavin,” she said, shaking my hand with the gusto of a woman who was no stranger to hard work, but the softness in her eyes of a grandmother that should be baking apple pie. “I’m Sophie, and this old coot who was so rude to not introduce himself is Edwin.”

  “It’s nice to meet both of you.” I didn’t think that I had ever said anything more sincere.

  “Can I get you some tea?”

  Again, with the tea.

  “That would be nice. Thank you.”

  I followed her around the side of the house toward another firepit. A pot was settled in the glowing embers and she reached for the leaf-wrapped handle. She poured boiling water into a worn cup and tucked a linen-wrapped teabag into it before handing it to me.

  “Here you go, sweetie. Drink this. It will make you feel much better.”

  The smell coming from the cup was strongly floral and I could only imagine that this was not tea that she had picked up at the grocery store on the way out on her tropical vacation.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “So, what brings you to our neck of the jungle?” Edwin asked, laughing at his own joke.

  I rapidly went through the story in my head, trying to figure out how I could trim it and present it so that it wasn’t as offensive as it would be if I told them the truth.

  “I was on my boat and got caught in a storm. I crashed on an island a little ways from here and then I used a safety raft to get here. Did you get stranded here, too?”

  The two stared at me for a few seconds before shaking their heads slowly.

  “Nope,” Edwin said. “No, can’t say we did. We’ve been homesteading this place for a little bit now. It was kind of a dream of ours as young folks.”

  “How long have you been here?” I asked.

  “Oh. Well…” Edwin sighed and looked into the distance as if trying to calculate. Apparently, time had gotten out of his grasp, too. “Seems to me like it’s been about…. oh…. forty years.”

  Holy shit.

  I tried to withhold my grimace.

  “I guess you don’t have a boat?” I asked.

  “No. That’s one thing we don’t have,” Sophie said. “We just never saw need of it.”

  My head dropped and I rubbed my fingers into my forehead.

  “How am I going to get out of here?” I asked, not really intended on saying it loud enough for them to hear me.

  As nice as they seemed, I really didn’t relish the thought of becoming their tribal neighbor.

  “Why don’t you just use the phone?”

  My eyes snapped up to look over my hand at Edwin.

  “The phone?” I asked.

  Was this a coconut shells and vines situation?

  “Sure,” Sophie said. “You go right ahead.” She gestured toward the shack. “Oh, wait. I’m going to have to come with you.”

  I let her go in front of me and I fell into step behind her, letting her guide me to the front door of the house. As soon as I stepped inside I knew that I was not dealing with people quite as crazy as I thought. In front of me I saw a long table set up with various pieces of equipment, including a satellite telephone.

  “Now, you’re going to have to give me just a minute to get the juices going. When it’s ready, keep in mind that it’s not going to sound super clear.”

  “Get the juices going?” I asked.

  “Here you go, Sugar Dumpling,” Edwin said.

  I looked up and saw the elderly man dragging what looked like and old bicycle out of a room to the back of the house. He brought it up to the side of the table and attached a cable on it to a generator sitting on the floor.

  “Thank you, Sweetie Lump,” Sophie said, walking toward the bicycle.

  What the hell is going on here, Coconut Pants?

  Edwin took Sophie’s hand carefully and helped her up onto the bike. She grasped the handlebars and positioned her feet on the pedals. Her pedaling was slow and labored at first, and I had my doubts that she had the strength to really get going, but then she seemed to get into a rhythm.

  “Um,” I started, “what’s happening?”

  “I haven’t fueled up the generator in a bit,” Sophie said as though that completely explained everything.

  “Are you alright?” I asked. “Do you want me to do that for you?”

  Sophie waved me away and made a few little sounds that reminded me of a chicken.

  “Don’t be silly. This is what keeps me young. Gets the joints going.”

  Perfect.

  I had downed the entire cup of tea by the time that she was finished on the bike and I was questioning what she had put in it. I could have sworn I was feeling a bit of a buzz. Edwin picked up the receiver on the phone and held it out toward me, then pulled it back to hold it against his chest.

  “Is it long distance?” he asked.

  He stared at me for a few awkward, stony-faced seconds and then dissolved into a cascade of tobacco-laced giggles.

  “Oh, you,” Sophie said, whacking her husband playfully in the center of the chest.

  Edwin handed me the phone and gathered Sophie into his arms for a decidedly sloppy kiss. I couldn’t decide if that was adorable or sickening, so I turned away from them and dialed the number, drawing in a breath as I prepared to explain to my client what was happening.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Eleanor

  The next morning, I woke with the heat of Hunter's body molded around mine. It enveloped me with the warmth and sweet, musky scent that still lingered from the night before. He stretched and kissed my cheek.

  "Good morning," he murmured against my skin.

  His voice was smooth and contented, seemingly changed by the fulfillment of the desire and tension that had built up between us. As much as I enjoyed knowing how much I had satisfied him, I found myself wanting to coax it back into the husky arousal and deep, grumbling pleasure that it held the night before. As if he could hear my thoughts, Hunter rolled me onto my back. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the side of my breast. I felt his teeth nip into my skin and I made a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a giggle. Hunter pushed back away from me and stood, walking across the plateau where we had slept the rest of the night.

  He went to the same boulder where he had hidden the supply box full of condoms and returned with a basket of fruit. The leaves were barely holding together under the weight of the fruit, but Hunter was holding it together in an effort to preserve my feelings. As he got closer I noticed that there was a knife tucked into the basket with the fruit.

  “You planned this, didn’t you?” I asked.

  He winked at me and lowered to his knees in front of me. He pressed one hand to the middle of my chest and eased me back from the reclining position that I was in to lying down again.

  I rested my head on my bent arm so that I could watch Hunter as he took the knife out of the basket and selected one of the pieces of fruit. He cupped the fruit in his palm and sliced it open with the knife, revealing the juicy salmon-colored interior. Using the tip of his knife, he flicked out the large black seeds and then made small slits along the flesh. He put the knife back into the basket and pushed the basket aside. Setting one half of the fruit aside, he brought the other half up and squeezed it so that a stream of juice ran down onto my chest. I gasped at the unexpected feeling and Hunter dove forward, catching the dripping juice with his mouth.

  He bathed me with his tongue, lapping the sweet nectar from my skin. Gathering some of it onto his lips, he lifted his head to kiss me, sharing some of the bright flavor with me. I kissed him eagerly and took my arm out from under my head to rest fully on the rocks again. Arching my back, I presented my breasts to Hunter, aching for more attention.

  Hunter obliged, crushing the fruit against one of my breasts. The s
oft texture of the flesh stimulated my nipple and I parted my thighs, bending my knees up so that I could draw my body closer to him. He suckled the juice and bits of fruit from my breast, feeding some of it to me with another passionate kiss. I rocked my hips, but he didn’t touch me the way that I expected him to. Instead, he pressed his hand to the center of my chest and brought it down until it reached my hips. He applied guiding pressure to my hipbone to flip me over onto my belly. His hand traveled down my back and onto my thigh and he swept my leg up so it bent beside me, lifting my hips slightly. He brushed my hair over my shoulder and I felt the cool juice touch between my hipbones and trail down my spine, pooling at the small of my back. Hunter’s tongue followed it, licking it off of my spine and then sucking up the small pool like a shot. His hand tucked beneath my hips and lifted them up higher so that he could press the fruit against my core.

  The soft, cool flesh stimulated me and I felt my body responding passionately, bucking back toward him and lifting my hips higher. An instant later I felt the fruit leave and his tongue delve between my thighs and into the heat of my core. Hunter’s tongue was nearly frantic, a stark contrast to the slow patience of the night before as he explored the fantasy that he had held within him and carefully played it out. Even hours later my body was still sensitive from that powerful encounter and within seconds of his focused, determined ministrations, I felt myself rushing headlong toward orgasm. Just before I tumbled over the edge, though, Hunter pulled away and I heard the tearing sound of him opening another condom. An instant later he took his position behind me again and plunged his engorged cock into me, pressing me down against the rocks as he fucked me with blinding intensity.

  At that angle, every intense thrust slammed into my g-spot and it was only seconds before I exploded, crashing into tremors that made me scream out into the stillness of the morning. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Hunter pull his hips back so that he could grip the base of his cock and rub the tip through my spasming folds, occasionally nudging at my humming clit. I groaned and arched back to press toward him as he continued to tease me. Finally, he positioned the head of his erection against my opening and grabbed hold of my hips, pulling them back hard so he could plunge into me again.

  Without withdrawing from me, Hunter guided me up onto my knees so that my legs were wide and my chest was pressed to the ground. This new position created an even more overwhelming sensation that was nearly too much for me. Hunter leaned forward and ran his tongue along my spine again, causing his body to envelope me. This created an exquisite balance between rough, almost dominating control and tender, gentle nurturing.

  Hunter thrust into me at a fast, intense pace. Each stroke seemed to get harder in response to the sounds spilling from my lips getting louder and higher. He slipped his hand under my belly so that he could circle the pad of his thumb against my clit. I fought to hold back as the sensations became even more incredible, wanting for us to come together, to further meld our existence in one exceptional, exquisite moment. Hunter let out deep, guttural grunts with each thrust until he pushed forward suddenly to impale me one final time.

  The almost painful, blissfully pleasurable sensation sent me plummeting over the brink and I screamed out his name, immediately sending him into his own climax. The pulses of his cock were frantic and I could feel the rush of his orgasm into the condom, pushing me into another powerful wave. He finally rested down on top of me and wrapped his arms around my chest, cupping my breasts with his hands. He lay there for a few sweet moments before pulling out and walking away to dispose of the condom. When he came back I had sat up and I tilted my face toward him for a kiss.

  “Good morning,” I said, realizing that I hadn’t offered him the greeting.

  He smiled and took my hands, helping me to my feet before giving me another kiss.

  “What do you say we go down to the water and take a bath before we get started on the shelter again?”

  “That sounds wonderful,” I said.

  As much as I didn’t want to wash away his touch, the thought of the cool water in the already-hot day sounded delightful. Even working on the shelter again sounded delightful since I knew that I would be doing it with Hunter. Somehow working alongside him didn’t have the same feeling of miserable work that it had when we were contending with Gavin. The thought of the other man sent pinpricks of anger through the veil of delicious, humming afterglow and I quickly pushed it away. This was beyond anything that I could have dreamed of and I didn’t want to give anything the power to take it away.

  ****

  Gavin

  The conversation with my client had gone less than well and I was still feeling the sting of the shouting in my ear when I woke up the next morning. I was curled in on myself in a hammock that Sophie had apparently woven and I struggled to get out as it swung and twisted on the trees where it hung. I would have preferred to just sleep on the ground, but Sophie and Edwin had insisted that no guest of theirs was going to go without the best accommodations. I hadn’t bothered to point out that I wasn’t so much a guest of theirs as a hostage of the island. My aged hosts had fed me until I couldn’t eat another bite and provided me with a constant flow of the tea, so I wasn’t going to argue with them.

  I finally fought myself out of the grip of the hammock and got to my feet. I headed toward the house and found Sophie and Edwin already moving around the clearing, hanging wet laundry on a clothesline and stirring a fragrant stew that hung over the fire. They looked as though they had been awake for hours and I wondered how long they had let me sleep.

  “There you are,” Sophie said in her cheery voice. “You sure must have been exhausted. I haven’t seen anyone sleep like that since my nursing days.”

  “I was,” I agreed.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re up. You have some company,” she said as she gestured behind me.

  I felt my heart sink a little and turned around. My client was standing on the other side of the clearing, glaring at me through a vicious, tight-lipped smile. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her hair pulled back into a severe bun, and she looked even angrier than she had sounded when I spoke to her the night before.

  “Did you sleep well, Gavin?” she asked.

  “I did,” I said, not wanting to offend Sophie and Edwin.

  “Good,” she said.

  Yeah, because after seeing that face I might never sleep again. I had seen a lot in my military career, but the deadness in this woman’s eyes rivaled it.

  “Thank you very much for your hospitality,” I said to the pair and then started across the clearing. “Come on, Lucille, we should get going.”

  I didn’t pause to hear her response. I stalked through the trees and toward the rock ridge, knowing that helicopter was the only way that she would have been able to get to the island so quickly. She fell into step behind me and I could hear her stomping through the undergrowth as Sophie and Edwin called goodbye to me. I actually wished that I could have spent a little more time with them, given them a more complete goodbye, but I didn’t want Lucille to say anything about why I was actually there. Whatever Sophie and Edwin thought of me, I felt the strange need to preserve it. They were the first people I had met who I didn’t feel had a preconceived notion of me and even though I wouldn’t see them again, I liked the idea of there being at least two people in the world who actually looked at me kindly.

  Lucille had the decency to wait until we were several yards into the trees before she started growling at me. Maybe “decency” was giving her too much credit. More likely she was too busy trying to fight her way through the undergrowth in shoes that were almost as absurd as the ones that Eleanor had been gripping when she climbed onto my boat.

  “I’ll have you know that I don’t appreciate being ordered around by someone who I have hired for a job,” she said. “You are my subordinate and I expect you to treat me with respect.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I just didn’t think that it was a good idea for us to linge
r around there with them. You want to get this done, we need to get going.”

  “Speaking of which,” Lucille said. “You told me that you would explain what was going on when I got here. I’m here. Now tell me why the hell I am paying you a tremendous amount of money to bring Eleanor McIntire to me, and not only did you not do that, but you could have and you just walked away from her.”

  “It wasn’t exactly like that,” I said.

  “So, what was it like?”

  We had nearly made it to the base of the rocks and I kept myself focused on them, telling myself that all I needed to do was get to them. Get to the rocks, get in the helicopter, and this nightmare would almost be over.

  “They got up onto my boat before I even had a chance to figure out who they were.”

  “They?” Lucille asked, her voice high with her growing anger and frustration.

  “There was a man with her. They jumped off of the cruise ship and swam to my boat.”

  “What man? Who was he?”

  “I don’t know who he is other than his name is Hunter.”

  I heard Lucille draw in a breath behind me, the type of breath that told me it was a surprising revelation and she knew exactly who Hunter was.

  “Hunter,” she whispered.

  “You know him?” I asked.

  “That doesn’t really concern you, does it?”

  I gritted my teeth and tried to increase my pace.

  “By the time that I figured out who she was, she was already on my boat and there wasn’t a lot that I could do. People up on the ship were going to see us if I stayed around any longer.”

  “You said that they jumped from the ship. Why would they do that?”

  “All they said was that there was somebody after her.”

  There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence and I could almost feel Lucille’s mind working behind me.

  “You didn’t tell anybody that I had hired you, did you?” she accused.

  “I am more than capable of following instructions. You said not to mention it to anyone, so I didn’t mention it to anyone.”