Chapter 16
16
COURT
I waited until Donnie was out of town before returning to the warehouse he’d taken me to. I needed to scope out the place in more detail since, when we were there before, I had his eyes on me the entire time. Lucky for me, I had the testing supplies he’d given me, so if I ran into anyone, I had an excuse for being there.
After entering the security code Donnie had given me, I walked inside.
“Who the fuck are you?” clipped one of the dudes I hadn’t seen before. He stood from the table he’d been sitting at like he was ready to throw down.
“Kev, he’s cool,” Lo said, walking my way and extending his hand. He was one of the guys I played basketball with.
We shook, and then I held up the box in my hand. “Just dropping this off, so I’m ready when the shipment comes in.”
Lo nodded. “Donnie mentioned something about you testing our next supply.”
“I think what happened with Morgan really freaked him out. I’m guessing you’ve had no problems before?”
“Not that I know of.” Lo shook his head. “Usually our guy gives us good shit and we only cut the product with baby powder.”
“How long have you been using this supplier?” I asked, and Lo tilted his head slightly as though I was trying to get too much info for a guy like me. So, I explained, “Because maybe that’s his thing. Gives you pure shit for a while and then starts cutting it with other stuff so he can profit more.”
“He’s fucked if that’s true.”
I lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, but now that he knows we know, he probably won’t do it for a while.”
“Then we gotta keep testing it.”
“That’s why I’m here.” I smiled. “I should probably test the rest of this batch too, since it was already laced with something. Where should I set up?”
A few tables sat in the center of the room, but they were occupied by guys weighing and packaging products, and others mixing the powdered drugs with baby powder.
Lo pointed to a small workbench by the wall. “You can set up there. If you need anything, just ask.”
I unpacked the testing supplies and glanced around the room. A couple of the guys were making small talk, while Lo leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching everyone. Even though I didn’t know who any of Donnie’s guys were before, I quickly realized Lo ran shit around here.
Grabbing one baggy to test, I took a deep breath. Three more days, and then it would all be over. Until then, I would be watching and waiting and counting down the minutes.
Each item I tested came back negative for fentanyl. I watched as they packed everything up to sell and hated that I couldn’t do anything about it at the moment. But I’d secretly taken pictures of all the guys, gotten names, and was ready for my team to make their arrests when it was time. All of them were going down and I couldn’t fucking wait.
After I left, I texted Dalton that we needed to get together to give him an update on the case, and asked him to meet me for a quick lunch.
The rustic seafood joint—a place where locals gathered to escape the tourists—was packed with the Friday lunch crowd. It was one of my favorite spots in Boston because it was a hidden gem, yet always busy with people who probably ordered the same thing every time they came in.
After ordering at the counter, I slid into a booth in the back, facing the door so I could see when Dalton walked in. It was the first time since going undercover that I was meeting him in public, but with Donnie out of town with Morgan for the weekend, and the other guys at the warehouse across town, it felt safe enough. Plus, it wasn’t as though Dalton was going to walk in wearing his uniform or flashing his gun and badge.
A few minutes later, he stepped inside, ordered, and then spotted me and made his way over. He slid into the seat across from me without a word, giving me a quick nod, and then glanced around the restaurant. Old habits were hard to shake, especially for a cop.
“Guess I’m not the only one who knows all the good spots in Boston,” he said, his voice low. He leaned in a little, letting his gaze linger on me longer than necessary. “And damn, you look good enough to make me forget why I’m here.”
I chuckled. “Flirting with me already?”
He smirked, leaning back in his seat but keeping his eyes on me. “What can I say? I’ve missed seeing you every day.”
Although I’d always enjoyed what we had together, it was purely sexual and fun. What I had with Ryan was different. While Ryan and I also had fun and the sex was mind-blowing, being with him just felt different.
“You know I’m seeing Ryan,” I reminded Dalton with an arched brow.
“But that will all be over in three days.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
I didn’t say anything as I looked down at the laminate table in front of me.
“Wait,” Dalton said. “You’re going to keep seeing him after this?”
I lifted a shoulder. “I’d like to.”
“What’s going to happen when he finds out who you really are?”
I snorted a laugh and rolled my eyes. “I think me being a cop is much better than me being a bouncer-turned-drug-tester.”
“Yeah, but you think he’s just going to shrug off the fact that you’ve been lying to him?”
I had no idea how Ryan would react, and the uncertainty of it all was unsettling. All I could do was hope that once I explained everything, he’d understand why I kept things from him. But no matter what, I needed him to know that my feelings for him were real.
I took a deep breath. “Can we just talk about the case?”
Dalton stared at me for a beat. “The team’s ready to go. We talked it all out yesterday.”
I nodded. “Great. I took pictures of all the guys an hour ago. I’ll text you so you can run the facial recs and check the intel.”
He tapped his fingers on the table. “Perfect. And let’s hope the supplier sticks to the schedule. If he bails, we’re screwed. We got no hits on a guy named Rafa.”
I didn’t like the uncertainty, but Dalton had a point. “He’s been Donnie’s guy for a while. He’ll show.”
“All right. You’ve done good, and we’ll be ready. Keep an eye on Donnie, and when the shipment hits the warehouse, we’ll move in.”
I felt a knot in my chest loosen. The trust between us was solid. “Three days, and it’s done. I can’t wait to take this fucker down.”
The door to the restaurant swung open, and a group of guys walked in. I spotted Ryan almost immediately, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. I watched his expression flicker: first recognition, then confusion, and when he saw Dalton sitting across from me, his look turned into sadness.
“Shit,” I breathed.
Dalton turned around to see what I was looking at. “Is that?—?”
“Yeah.”
I climbed out of my seat and walked over without hesitation. “Hey,” I greeted Ryan.
He glared at me. “Hey.”
“I didn’t know you had a late lunch today.”
He gestured to the other guys he was with. “We just got out of a meeting that went longer than expected. We’re starving.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Do you want to sit with us?”
“Who is us?”
I glanced at Dalton, who had his back to us. “My buddy Dalton.”
“Your buddy?”
“Yeah.” I smiled, trying to show him everything was cool. Truth was, I was trying to come up with lies on the spot and I fucking hated it. Three days, I kept telling myself. Three more days.
“All right. Let me order my food and tell my co-workers I’m sitting with you.”
I wanted to lean in and kiss him, but I refrained because I wasn’t sure how that would go over in front of the men he was with.
Giving him another smile, I turned and headed back to where Dalton was still sitting. Our food had arrived, and he was already eating his fish and chips.
“Everything good?” he asked.
“He’s going to come over here after he orders.”
Dalton stilled, his chunk of fried fish just at his mouth. “What did you tell him?”
“Just that you were my buddy.”
“Okay. From where?”
I thought for a moment and then said, “We go way back from when we both worked at the mall and now you’re starting a security firm and want me to work with you.”
“So more lies?”
I gave him a hard look. “Really?”
Dalton shrugged and stuck his fish into his mouth. Around the bite, he said, “Just saying.”
Ryan walked up before I could reply and stopped in front of the table.
“Ryan, this is Dalton. Dalton, Ryan.” I made the introductions.
Ryan nodded and shook Dalton’s hand. “Nice to meet a friend of Court’s.”
Dalton leaned back in his seat with a half-smile. “Yeah. I didn’t know Court was dating someone.”
I slid over so Ryan could sit next to me. “I … ah …”
Ryan cracked a grin. “We’re dating?”
I grimaced. “Aren’t we?”
“I guess we are.” He smirked and leaned in to whisper, “You did call me yours.”
I squeezed his knee under the table and he stole a fry off my plate.
“So,” Dalton cleared his throat, “how’d you two meet, anyway?”
Ryan glanced at me, then back at Dalton. “We met about a month or so ago when my sister … Well, she was drunk at his club, and I had to go to get her.”
Dalton grinned. “Let me get this straight. You two met at a strip club full of naked women, but you’re both gay?”
I chuckled. “It helped that his sister likes to play matchmaker.”
“Ah. That makes more sense.” Dalton nodded.
“What about you?” Ryan asked Dalton. “Are you dating anyone because I can get my sister to work her magic.”
Dalton snorted. “Not looking to get tied down. I’m too focused on starting my own business.”
“Oh?” Ryan questioned. “What type of business?”
Dalton looked at me and since it was my lie, I explained, “He’s starting a security firm and wants me to join him.”
“Really?” Ryan’s eyes lit up. “That’s amazing.”
If only it were true.
Ryan’s food arrived and a few minutes later, Dalton was done with his.
“I need to head out, but it was nice meeting you, Ryan. And Court, let’s keep in touch and make this happen.”
I nodded. “Will do.”
Dalton slid out of the booth and waved goodbye.
“I’m going to have to run soon,” I told Ryan. “Need to shower and get ready for work.”
“You know …” He arched a brow. “I don’t live far, and I don’t have any more meetings the rest of the day.”
I did know and the proposition was enough for me to say, “Then let’s get our food to go.”
We were in a frenzy as soon as Ryan unlocked his front door. A line of discarded clothes marked our path as we hurried to his bedroom. We’d dropped our to-go boxes somewhere along the way, our lunch forgotten. Knowing we had little time before I needed to get ready for work only amplified the rush to fuck. Or maybe it was because I was insanely attracted to him, and it was hard to keep my hands off of him.
Standing next to his bed, I pulled him in and claimed his mouth. We couldn’t stop. The need to consume each other was almost unbearable. I tugged his hips to mine, both of our erections pointing up and rubbing together between us. Without a word, I pushed him onto the bed face down. His impeccable ass taunted me as I stared at it. Opening his nightstand, I took out a condom and the lube. Ryan looked over his shoulder at me and I winked.
“You’re running low. We need to restock,” I advised.
“Or you can just fuck me raw. I’ve been taking PrEP and got tested recently. You?”
I blinked and then admitted, “I’ve been on it for a while and all my tests have come back negative.”
“Then I don’t see the problem. I want to feel your bare dick slide into me.”
“Jesus,” I groaned, my tip leaking a drop of pre-cum.
Ryan spun to face me, lying on his stomach and licking my crown. “Is that okay with you?”
He engulfed me as I responded, “Yeah, baby. That’s fucking perfect.”
He popped off my cock and looked up at me with hooded eyes. “You’re perfect.”
Taking me into his mouth again, his head bobbed up and down as he sucked me. Sticking two fingers into my mouth, I coated them with my saliva and then bent forward and stuck them into his ass. I matched his pace as we got each other ready, but I was dying to be buried deep inside of him. To feel his tight canal clench me as I slid in and bumped his prostate over and over.
It was like he could read my thoughts because after a few minutes, he released me and then turned and raised his ass into the air.
Taking the bottle of lube, I coated my shaft while staring at his opening, which was greedy for me. “Perfect,” I said again. “Fucking perfect.”
Ryan wiggled his butt as though to entice me. “Hurry up, babe. I’m dying here.”
Getting onto the bed behind him, I glazed his hole with the lube left on my fingers and then grabbed ahold of my dick and probed his puckered rim. He twisted his head to look back at me, and as I slowly sank into him, we continued to stare at each other.
“You feel so good,” I praised and leaned forward to kiss him. My hips moved once I was buried to the hilt, our mouths trying to stay connected.
“You want to watch me fuck you?” I asked against his lip as I took long, unhurried thrusts into him.
He nodded and once I slid out, he turned slightly onto his side. I scissored him, holding onto the leg lifted in front of me, and then slipped into him slowly again. From the angle he was in, he bent slightly and watched me slide in and out of him.
“Can you see?” I wondered, his erection bobbing with each push of my hips.
“A little,” he admitted.
“I wish you could see how your asshole swallows me. I’m going to dream about this.”
“You want to know what I’ve dreamed about?” he wondered.
“Yeah, baby, tell me.”
“Riding you.”
The thought of him on top was something I wanted to see too. Hell, to feel him swallow my shaft as he took control and fucked me. “Then sit on my dick and do it.”
I pulled out of him again and turned to lie on my back. Ryan swung his leg over my hip and lowered himself. I grabbed the base of my cock and guided it into him. Once he was seated, he began to move.
“That’s it. Ride me, baby.” I fisted his dick and jerked him in sync with his rocking hips.
The bed squeaked, and he didn’t stop, each roll of his hips squeezing me and bringing me closer to pure fucking bliss. He leaned back, bracing himself on my knees with his hands, and continued to move up and down my length. His channel was like heaven; snug and warm and luxurious. Perfect.
“So close,” I panted, and he went faster.
A few seconds later, I was coming, my hot spunk shooting deep inside his ass. When I was spent, he started to climb off of me, but I tugged him until his cock was at my mouth and my dick slipped from his ass. I could feel my jizz dripping out of him and onto my chest as I sucked him hard. It only took a minute before he released his salty cum down my throat with a loud, satisfied moan.