Chapter 9
9
Ryan
It had been a few days since I’d met up with Court for coffee, and due to our busy schedules, we hadn’t seen each other since. We had texted to stay in touch though.
Since I was between meetings, I checked my phone and was happy to see he’d messaged me:
How’s your morning going?
Just taking a quick break. It’s been nonstop around here. How about you?
Finishing up at the gym. Then going home to chill until I leave for work
I leaned back in my office chair and fired off another message hoping he’d play along since I didn’t know when I would see him in person next.
I think I need proof you’re really at the gym ??
Lucky for me, he responded quickly with a selfie of him in the locker room. He was holding up his tank top, and his gym shorts hung low on his hips, revealing his well-defined abs I remembered admiring as I watched him play volleyball on the beach.
Fuck. Now I’m going to be distracted during my meeting
Happy to be of service ??
lmao I’ve got to go but hopefully we can find time for me to get the live version of this pic soon
Absolutely. I’ll hit you up on my day off
Several hours later, I was home, relaxing in bed, and I pulled up the photo again. It wasn’t super provocative, but a hundred times sexier than the standard dick pics I sometimes received from other guys I’d hooked up with.
My cock started to harden as I imagined running my tongue over his stomach and continuing down until I reached his dick. Reaching into my boxers, I wrapped my fist around my shaft and gave it a few pulls. Immediately my mind filled with images of me dropping to my knees and taking Court deep into my throat and sucking him off. I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of man he was in the bedroom. Would he let me set the pace and prolong his pleasure with teasing touches until he was begging for more? Or would he take control by tangling his fingers in my hair and fucking my face until he shot his load down my throat?
I used the pre-cum leaking from my tip to help glide my hand faster over my shaft, my hips moving in sync with my hand. Sweat dotted my face and chest, so I tossed the covers off and continued stroking myself until ropes of cum hit my stomach as I came with a groan.
A week later, I made my way to the Gardner Museum for Morgan’s birthday party, and I felt a pang of disappointment that Court had to work so I couldn’t ask him to be my date. Maybe it was for the best, though. My dad, Declan, and several family friends would be there, and that could potentially be overwhelming for him since we were just starting to get to know each other. Sure, he’d gone to Faye’s party on the Cape, but that wasn’t the same as going to an event as my plus one and subjecting him to questions about a potential relationship.
My ride dropped me off in front of the museum, and as I walked into the Historic Palace courtyard, the entire space was decked out in pink and silver as far as the eye could see. Clusters of balloons dotted the edges of the open space, and silver tablecloths with pink floral arrangements covered every table. While the burst of color could have been too much, I assumed Faye had worked her party-planning magic and was responsible for how amazing it looked.
The venue was filled with dozens of people. I didn’t recognize most of them, but that wasn’t surprising since Morgan had a massive social circle due to her work as an influencer. I scooted past the line of people waiting to take pictures in the photo booth set up near the entrance and scanned the area for someone I knew. Spotting the bar off to the side, I noticed my dad and Declan were there sipping some sort of pink cocktail. I made my way over to them, and as I got closer, I realized they weren’t alone. Donnie stood with them, and they all appeared to be pretty chummy.
“Ryan,” Donnie greeted me as I approached. “How’s it going?”
“Can’t complain.” I shook his outstretched hand, then turned to my dad to hug him before giving Declan a friendly slap on the back. “So, where’s the birthday girl?”
Donnie’s face lit up at the mention of my sister. “She’s been bouncing around trying to chat with everyone.”
“We pulled Donnie over for a drink to give him a little break.” Dad grinned.
Donnie nodded. “Yeah, there’s no way I’m going to be able to remember everyone she’s introduced me to tonight. Every time we go out, I swear I meet at least a dozen new people.”
“Stick with us.” Declan signaled for the bartender to come over. “We’ll drink, and you can tell us more about your club.”
That gave me pause. Had Donnie told them he owned a strip club? I thought that would have been a deal-breaker for Dad to know his daughter was dating someone who made their money off the objectification of women. But perhaps that way of thinking had been my own issue. There was nothing wrong with women choosing to dance to make a living, and as long as Donnie ran an establishment that took care of and watched out for its employees, then who was I to judge? And even though I didn’t know Court all that well, I couldn’t imagine he would work somewhere questionable.
As the four of us continued to chat, Donnie completely charmed my father. Since I considered Dad an excellent judge of character, I felt myself softening toward Morgan’s boyfriend.
When the DJ called Morgan up so we could sing “Happy Birthday,” Donnie joined her and asked to borrow the microphone. Once he had everyone’s attention, he grabbed ahold of her hand and began speaking.
“Good evening, everyone. I’m not one who likes to give speeches, but I wanted to say something tonight. We are all here to celebrate this incredible woman, and I gotta say, I feel damn lucky to call her my girlfriend.” He turned to her, and she stared into his eyes. For a second, I thought he might do something wild like propose, but he didn’t drop to a knee. “You mean the world to me, and I can’t think of a better time to tell you that I love you.”
She gasped and flung her arms around his neck. “I love you too.”
Everyone began to cheer, and at that moment, I decided I would try to be less cynical about their relationship since it seemed Donnie cared for my sister. Besides, if it weren’t for them getting together, I would have never met Court.
After Donnie’s declaration, we sang and then I went over to Morgan so I could finally talk with her. She was absolutely glowing when she turned my way, and I wrapped her in a giant hug. “Happy birthday, sis.”
“Thanks. This has been the best night.” She beamed.
As the party continued, I watched my sister dance with her man. I couldn’t help but think having someone who looked at me the way Donnie looked at her might just be something I wanted.