The Boy Toy

Ryan Peck—or pecker, if you catch my drift. The young, hot—nay, sizzling—man I go wet for these days. Well, more so before than now. Now, whenever I look at his chiselled abs, his sun-kissed tan and his sun-bleached brown hair, I'm reminded of how much older I am, and what the fuck am I doing, toying with young boys? I'm forty-three today for God's sake. There's probably a young twenty-year-old girl somewhere who'd love to fall in love with this specimen and have him between her legs, bear his children, all little cherubic children, yet here he is, gracing MARG's decks and halls like he owns the damn thing.

News flash, young Adonis. Neither of us owns it.

He grabs me as I pass his room, the one he shares with my oh-so-charming (not) nephew, Vinay, the apple of my sister's eyes, an utterly useless, spoilt knob. Yet another asshole I've seen strutting about the yacht as if it's his. Stupid kid. Doesn't remember Aunty Devi sold it years ago.

Before I can say anything, Ryan's mouth is on mine, crushing it hungrily. Hmm ... for a moment, I forget the boat is rocking.

"God, I've missed you!" he mumbles against my lips, hitching the hem of my dress up as he does. "Why couldn't I stay in your room, aye? They all know we're together ..." his voice trails off as his tongue traces a hot track down my neck and his touch ignites my skin. I can't think straight in moments like these. Who can? But I've thinking of breaking it off with him ... Stick to someone my age for once (someone who's not fucking Marvin!). But this very moment, while hot tongue fire erupt a trail of hunger down my décolletage, thoughts turn to, What for, Devi? You need love too ...

I moan against him and he deepens the kiss, wrapping his hands around my ass, hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his hips and kiss him back just as hungrily. Oh, what the hell, how often will I turn forty-three, on a yacht in the middle of the storm, and have a hot boy toy who wants to play? I'm that leaf in the wind and this wind is carrying me straight to his bed, and I shall go willingly. Carpe diem!

The soft mattress sinks beneath our combined weight. I'm pinned down by his manly body, his hands expertly trace the terrain of my skin, my thighs, and eventually my inner thighs, moving up towards their intended destiny. I suddenly panic and pull away. Vinay. What if the leech is sitting in the corner enjoying the show? I wouldn't put it past the bastard.

"Vinay?" I mumble breathlessly, trying to scan the dim room while reluctant to part from his lips. They say a woman's libido rises in her thirties and forties, and I'm here to say, I concur. I'm already wet as the parched earth during monsoon.

He captures my mouth with his again, his tongue flicking into my mouth as he mumbles, "We're all alone," the predictable SOB.

His thumb wraps around the edge of my briefs. No longer worried about getting 'caught in the act' I let him slide it down my legs and off in one fell swoop. He grins, proud of himself, then grabs my legs behind the knees and pulls me towards the edge of the bed so that my bare bottom is parallel to it.

His brows dance suggestively. His tongue runs along his bottom lip, and he lowers himself to his knees, between my legs. I know what's coming. That thing he does with this tongue, the one that drives me crazy and makes me want to grab his hair with both hands and ride his face.

I close my eyes as warmth invades my nether region. I grab a fistful of my dress, biting down on my lip so the neighbouring cabins can't hear my moans. Viva la Vida, Devi.

I'm on the edge of it when light from the outside swoops against my eyelids, and a door slam against the wall.

"What the fuck?!" Vinay's harsh voice slices through my orgasm and butchers it mid-moan.

... Enter the Annoying Nephew

Shit. I scramble up from Ryan's bed and drop my dress down as fast as I can. Is my face on fire? It feels like it's on fire.

"What the fuck man? Didn't you see the sock I put on the handle outside?" Ryan gets up from the floor and shields me a little. Whether it's chivalry or accident I'm not sure, but I take the moment to gather my wits and pick up my discarded underwear as discreetly as I can with my toes.

"Sorry, I didn't notice." I glimpse Vinay smirking in between Ryan's torso and arm. The bastard did it on purpose! I knew it. Shit-stirring piece of garbage. Why couldn't I have had a nice, respecting nephew instead of this fool? I blame Marvin. Like father like son.

I place a trembling hand on Ryan's back and whisper, "I'll see you later." Then I head for the door, where Vinay still stands smirking, blocking my way in his shorter-than-advised gym shorts and the sweaty muscle tank he likes to wear to show off his peewee muscles. They are nothing compared to Ryan's.

I approach him, my head held high. If he won't move, I'll shove him out of my way. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a grown woman doing grown-woman stuff. The only thing that's awkward here is that someone walked in, that's all. But he steps aside within arm's reach and I walk past him. As I do, I hear his sneered remark. "Tramp."

Excuse me?! Before my blood boils and I put him in his place—or kick him right off the damn deck, into the ocean—Ryan growls, "What'd you say?"

Guess he heard it too.

"The truth!" The little blighter says as he peel his tank off, bundles it, and throws it in the room's corner where a pile of clothes sits. His I presume. Tramp? I'm a tramp? Then what the hell is he? A mannerless, pathetic grub? A leech? Who else could treat a yacht he couldn't ever afford like his shitty little apartment? The apartment I gracefully let him live in, free. But maybe I shouldn't anymore. I should kick his grubby ass out.

But I don't have the energy to deal with him today. After tonight, however, I'll be done my sister's useless offspring. No more leeches! Call it a birthday resolution. And then we'll see who is left smirking.

I walk away from the cabin door, down the deck as if I'm leaving, but just beyond the door, I lean on the wall, taking a moment to process the indecent encounter. I wish I could burn it from my retina and memory. I'm a grown ass woman for God's sake. I can do whomever and whatevr I like! But there's this burn in my chest I can't shake. Shame.

Inside, the boys are still talking, as boys do. Measuring dicks.

"I know what you're doing." Vinay's voice filters out loud now that he thinks I've left. "Good luck getting your hands on her fortune, mate. Everything she has is mine, her money, her investment portfolio. All mine. I'm her only heir, and I'll be damn if I let some gigolo slide in and take it away from me."

That little twat! His money? His money? Since when? I bristle and slide a little closer to the door to hear better. I might have given the turd the apartment someday, but fuck him. He can buy his own damn apartment. I'll kick him out when we get back.

"I don't know if you know this dude, but your aunt hates you." Ryan's voice is unwavering. Strong. It's a sure-fire turn-on.

Besides, it's true. I hate my nephew, forever simpering at my sister's feet acting all helpless, yet swiping her credit card, which is essentially my credit card seeing how I pay for it, just so he can show some random girl the night of her life. And he has the nerve to call me a tramp!

"But she loves my mum," Vinay's voice is almost jovial. "She'll do anything for her."

My heart races. Leave Bhawani out of this!

"Not if she has someone in her life who'll love her so much that she forgets her sister."

Yes! Ryan. Go. Wait. What? Love? Did he say love? The kid can't be in love with me ... can he?

"Sure, if that's what you call love." I sneak a peek, only to see Vinay nodding at the bed, laughing. "You're not the first to try to get Devi's fortune, and you won't be the last. How long have you two been at it?"

The question is suggestive. Even without seeing his face, I can hear it in his tone. I see Ryan shuffle his feet as I steal another peek. "More than a year."

"Your time is almost up." Vinay's scoff cuts deep. "She usually tires of her toys around this time. I'll bet a hundred bucks she'll tell you to pack your bags and leave soon. And don't think that gaudy ring you've been carting around will do the trick. My aunt's only ever loved one man." Vinay eyes the door.

I scramble back before he spots me.

"Not if she marries me, asshole," Ryan's comeback is clipped and hushed, but I hear it. "And stay out of my things!"

What? He wants to marry me? What for? Shit. I don't want that, no matter how mind-blowing the sex is, I've never wanted that. Not with him ...

Suddenly, bile burns the back of my throat. What am I doing? Seriously. What am I doing? Toying with young boys and their hearts? I stumble back, almost losing my balance.

I hug the wall as I walk away, as fast as I can before Ryan does something dramatic and runs after me as they do in the movies, desperate to prove his love. The guy loves me? Really? Since when? I thought this was just an arrangement. He keeps me satisfied and I spoil him a little for it, like bringing him on luxury trips or buying him things he could never afford. When did that turn to love? And shouldn't I have caught a whiff by now? That he's getting serious?

"Shit," I mumble against the wind whipping through my hair. I can't marry him. I can't marry anyone. I'm done with marriages. I should've broken off with him a while ago, but the guy kisses so well, among other things ...

"Devi?" I hear his faint voice in the wind behind me.

Shit. He's doing it, that 'running after the girl,' scene from romantic movies. I slip into the cabin closest to me, and spy it's Bhawani's—the photo frame of her 'beloved' son on the nightstand a dead give way. The last one I need to bump into right now while my face is still burning. But thank god it's empty.

I move to the window and split open a Venetian blind slat a smidge to catch Ryan walking past the room calling out my name again. Crap. What if he proposes tonight? He's been acting slightly odd the past few days; too attentive ...

"It's not part of the plan!" I mutter, letting go of the blind as the boat rocks again.

What's not part of the plan?" Bhawani's voice startles me and I literally squeal in fright. 

A/N: What do you make of the suspects so far? 😃
Any particular ones that you have your eyes on yet?
I would love to know your thoughts on Devi's recollection of that day so far.
Hope you're enjoying the read. TYSM! ❤️🫂🙏🏼