Colin (Daddy for Christmas 2)

13. Colin

Chapter thirteen

Colin

The next morning, Rourke made breakfast with what little groceries I had. Toast and eggs, but I was out of butter and milk. Coffee was black, but I was okay with that.

“Colin, I have to get some work done today. So, you’ll be on your own. Are you okay with that? You know you have full run of the house.” He gestured toward the main house with his fork.

“Sure. But what exactly do you do?” I knew he was an investor and business owner, but not really what that meant.

“Well, today, I’m meeting a business owner for a potential investment, and then I have the first of a series of conference calls.” Rourke rolled his eyes. “It’s pretty boring, I guess. Looking at financials and reviewing operations. Things like that. But you should take the day to relax and think. You will figure out what you want to do, but whatever that is, I’m with you. I support you one hundred percent. Okay?”

“Thank you.”

Rourke grunted. “No need.”

Soon after he left, I wondered what Rourke’s support would actually look like. Would he take over, tell me what to do? He wouldn’t do that. Not from what I had seen so far. He did seem genuine. Before he could support me, though, I needed to figure out what my something was, and I had never taken an interest in anything in particular. I wondered if I had any passions at all. But Christmas was over, and I had no job.

No more day drinking. I cleaned up the pool house and started some laundry. Then I was bored. I could either start drinking, which I said I wouldn’t do, or… explore Rourke’s house. What the hell? He told me I could.

I wandered around the house, wondering why he felt he needed something so big. There were so many rooms. A den-like office room, which I didn’t venture too far inside of. That felt like a business space. I strolled around some more, ending up in the bedroom. I went through his closet, noticing empty spaces and wondering if he’d cleared them for me. I felt a little bad about turning him down, but I wasn’t ready. He hadn’t lied about having a washer and dryer in his closet either, so I started a load of his clothes that were strewn on the closet floor. Then, I continued to explore.

Out in the garage, it turned out Rourke had been holding back on me. His fancy car he normally drove around in was gone, but the Mercedes SUV was there, parked beside two other cool ass cars. They weren’t dirty, but they had some dust on them as if they’d sat neglected for a while. Well, I could detail them for Rourke. That would be something. I quickly found the keys and supplies and drove one of them out to the driveway, where I’d have access to the water hose.

I was still waxing the second car when Rourke pulled up. “Woah, Collin. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Well, I felt like it, and honestly, I enjoyed it. I used to do my dad’s car before he…before. He had a Mustang.” Rourk’s Equus Bass reminded me of it. Very muscley but a lot more expensive.

“Oh, sorry. Well, I lost my father, too, and I never see my mother much. They were always more concerned with partying and traveling. Since Dad died, well, she hasn’t changed. I went to a boarding school and never knew where my parents would be on school breaks, so I normally did my own thing. I have no idea where she is now, either. Paris, maybe.”

“Oh. So, is this what you inherited? From your dad?” He had previously said he didn’t get the business, but he never said what he did get, and I was curious as to how he managed to be so wealthy. Not that I had that goal—I didn’t. Happiness was more important, but Rourke didn’t seem unhappy. Maybe lonely. That I could relate to.

“No, not really. Well, some. I had a healthy trust fund. I mean, I told you that before, and my parents gave me the loft in New York, but it’s too cold there. In more ways than one. But most of this was earned on my own. Don’t mistake me. It takes money to make money, and I’ve been very smart with what I started out with.”

“Like what?” He balked a bit, not wanting to share, but I needed to get to know him, and this was part of it. “Come on, Rourke. Tell me more about what you do.”

“Okay. I don’t like talking about myself, but…So, I started Laz-funds. That’s my company. Investments.”

“Like Wall Street?”

“Exactly. But I diversified quickly. And I have a team of very smart, techy folks who developed investing algorithms. And I’m working with Wolfe Realty on a deal for them to create something similar for real estate.”

“Where have I heard of Wolfe Realty?”

“Not sure, but they were partial investors in Afterglow. Maybe that.”

I finished buffing out the front fender. “Maybe. But I have heard of them, but not your company. Why is that?”

Rourke tilted his head back and forth. “We’re not glamorous. Not in the media much, but if you’re in the industry, you know who we are.”

“I’m not.”

“Nope.” Rourke kissed me on the head. “You don’t have to be. Just do you. Don’t compare yourself to me or anyone else. Find your own success. Your own way.”

“I can’t do anything. I’m not smart. I flunked out of college. Not sure how I got through high school.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Look.” He gestured to the vehicles. He climbed in the driver’s seat of the Equus. That was one sleek car. It was like a Mustang or a Charger. Definitely a muscle car design, but modern.

“You did a much better job than any other company I’ve used. Maybe you should do this.”

“What? Detail cars?”

“Yes. Exactly. You don’t have to make millions to be successful. You just have to enjoy what you do and do a good job, Colin.”

I’d never thought of washing cars as a job. Could it be? “I’ll think about it.”

“If you want, I can put you with my business director. He knows operations. His team can crunch start-up costs. We can figure out some marketing.”

“I think you’re getting way ahead of yourself, but if I did this, I would probably need help.” Was I actually thinking about it? Well, it sounded like he was going to put a bit of money where his mouth was as far as supporting me. I hadn’t expected that, but maybe we could work out a deal. Hell, he was an investor.

“Maybe you should start small. I’ll tell some people what a good job you did and give them your number. Maybe they’ll set something up with you. At a minimum, you’ll earn some extra cash.”

“Yeah. Okay. We can do that. I guess.” It sounded like at least something.

I could not keep up. I started small, like Rourke said, but it didn’t take long for word to get out beyond Rourke’s recommendation. People liked that I cared about details, and soon, I was washing the fanciest cars I’d ever put my hands on. I was making money, but I suspected I wasn’t charging enough. I didn’t know how to do market research or make a business plan. And if I had any decent marketing, I would have to hire someone to keep up. Maybe two someone’s because scheduling was a whole other issue. I was barely able to keep up with mine.

I stepped back to look at the latest vehicle. I was soaked head to toe and still needed to wax this baby before the next one came.

I needed help.

And I only had one place to ask for it. Rourke. I had mixed opinions about that. We were growing closer and fucking like rabbits, which meant I was close to moving in. It also meant mixing my relationship with business, which worried me, but I trusted him.

When I finished up the cars for the day, I changed and went into the big house to make dinner for Rourke. I wasn’t a great cook, but I could make mac and cheese, and Rourke had an indoor grill that would be perfect for pork chops.

We sat at the bar to eat, and it was pretty good. Rourke devoured it as if it were a five-star meal. That made me a little giddy. Or maybe it was the next thing I was going to bring up. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to ask.

Rourke interrupted. “Don’t be nervous. Whatever you need or want, I want to give to you.” He was too good to be true.

“Why?” I always seemed to fall back on asking him that. I still didn’t feel I was good enough for him or worthy of his attention.

“I thought we covered this.” He put his fork down and turned my stool to face him. “I…I want to give you everything.” He stepped up close to me and took my face in his palms. I melted.

We kissed. My favorite dessert.

“Let’s go to bed. I want you, Colin.”

Sex with Rourke was fantastic. It felt wonderful, but even better, when we were done, he cuddled me close and held me like he never wanted to let me go. I never felt used. I felt valued. It made the decision easy. I stood and let him hold my hand as we walked to the bedroom.

“I love your hair.” He ran his fingers into them, lifting the weight off my shoulders.

“I like your hands in it. Mmm…and on my body.”

“I can do that.” We undressed slowly, touching every bit of revealed skin as we went. Then we lay on the bed.

“Don’t worry about too much prep, Rourke. I want you in me. Now.”

Rourke leaned over me, desire on his face and eyes. “Not skipping it. I won’t hurt you.”

I bit my lip, and he pulled it out from between my teeth before taking my mouth. “You taste like mac and cheese.”

He chuckled. “Cheeky boy.”

“Sassy daddy.”

He moved my hand, putting it on top of his hard cock. “See what you do to me?”

“Yeah. I like it.” I bounced up and grabbed the button on the front of his pants, ready to show him how much I liked it. Rourke worked with me to get them off and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. Then I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed. I loved deep-throating, but more importantly, I loved making him feel good. I could tell he did by the way he panted my name and held onto my hair.

I sucked him, listening to the slurping noises, until he tapped my shoulder. “Stop. I don’t want to come yet.”

“Want inside me first, Daddy?”

“Fuck yeah, boy. Get undressed.” Rourke pulled his shirt off while watching me strip. It wasn’t anything fancy, but his eyes were glued to me as I exposed everything. He grabbed my waist and flung me back on the bed, knowing I loved it when he manhandled me, making me feel smaller than I was. “Show me what you got, boy.”

I grabbed my knees and pulled them to the side and back. I was becoming more flexible as I lost weight, which was happening faster since I was eating right and washing cars was keeping me more active. Plus, I swam a lot now. I liked how my body was shaping up, and apparently, Rourke did too. He eyed the goods, touching my balls softly and lifting them. “This looks like dessert. Delicious.”

He got off the bed and onto his knees, then yanked me closer to the edge. I figured out what he was doing the second he put his tongue on my hole. He slobbered around it, licked my taint and under my balls, then back to my hole. He stabbed it with his velvety tongue, fucking into it and sending me to paradise. I loved this and didn’t bother hiding the strange noises I made as he rimmed me. It made me want to come, so I grabbed my dick, and he stopped. “Uh-uh-uh. No hands. Put them above your head. Stretch them up.” I did as he said, and he rubbed my chest and stomach, then nibbled at my nipples.

“Uh… Daddy, please.”

“What do you want, boy? Use your words.”

“Fuck me, Daddy. Please.”

“I will. When I’m ready. Or rather, when you are.”

I didn’t care how well-prepared I was. When I was this horny, I wanted to be filled. I wanted the stretch and burn, but this daddy was never going to hurt me, so I tried to wait patiently. Not to mention, I loved ass play and way more than I had even known.

Rourke grabbed the lube and went to work. He had me so worked up by the time he was ready to fuck me that my dick was hard as a big dildo-shaped diamond. He flipped me over and smacked my ass. “Have you been a good boy or a naughty boy?”

If I said naughty, I’d get spankings, but I didn’t have the patience for it at the moment. “Good boy, Daddy. I’m a good boy.”

“Okay, here we go then.” He shoved his cock inside. He didn’t bother going slow. He knew I could take it, and I wanted it like that. Plus, in this position, on hands and knees, he easily pegged my prostate. It felt so incredible.

I was pretty sure I was going to explode without ever touching my dick. And after an eternity—or at least what felt like one—I did exactly that. Rourke came pretty quickly after that. I was going to be out quickly, so I put my head on his chest, cuddling close. His arm was heavy and warm around my shoulder. I couldn’t feel safer. “I need help with the car wash thing,” I blurted out before the orgasm knocked me out.

“No problem. I’ll put you with my people, but it’ll cost you.”

“Uh? Cost what?”

“You have to move in with me for real.” He squeezed my shoulder. “I want you here. In my house, in my bed. You’re practically here every night anyway. Please.”

It was what I’d wanted at the beginning. I hadn’t wanted to make my own way. I hadn’t wanted to put in the work. I wanted a daddy to take care of me. I changed my mind along the way, but here we were.

My heart thumped in my chest. I had gotten so much more than that.

I felt more confident. I was doing something I liked and maybe loved, and I was actually making money from it. And Rourke was fantastic. Not only in bed. He was super supportive, no matter what. And he had been so patient. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll move in.”

Two days later, my phone rang. “Hello? Uncle Edgar?”

I heard crying. “Bobby died.” He said between sobs. “I need you. Please come back and live with me.”

“I love you, Uncle. I’ll be there for you. I’ll help you with the arrangements. But no. I’m happy where I am.”

And that was the truth.