Not anymore anyway.
"That's only because I feel safe with you."
"That's because youaresafe with me."
"And you're not just saying that because I give great head?"
"Of course not," he replies, a slight furrow in his brow. "I would never neglect to mention your super-tight ass."
His palms land on said super-tight ass cheeks, and we start making out. Unfortunately, I'm deprived of the chance to drop to my knees and let the man I love with all my heart throat fuck the cock-hungry husband he's turned me into by the doorbell.
"Damn," Court hisses. "I'm going to walk around with a hard-on all night now."
I pull back slightly. "I told you I invited Zane, right?"
Court peers down his body. "Would you look at that, my cock's deflated."
I chuckle as I walk to the door.
They're actually well on the road to becoming good friends, which I'm really happy about. Zane has apologized about a million times to me about the convo I walked in on, saying he never meant to hurt me or do anything to make me mad at Court. When he said that, it confirmed what I already knew—he's one of the good ones.
It's all water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned. Court and I are together and happy, and Zane is embarking on an exciting new career. I can't wait to hear all about it.
In fact, I can't wait to see all my friends. Cy and Scooter are back in town, too. I knew throwing a baby shower might not be enough to get them to visit—especially Scooter, who's been making the same tired joke about being allergic to baby smell forever—so I went for throwing a Halloween party instead.
I swing the door open, and my face drops. "Oh. It's you."
"Well, fuck you, too." Howie grins, greeting me with a bear hug. "Where's that gorgeous little nephew-slash-half brother of mine?"
"Still asleep," I say as Howie greets Court with a hug before helping himself to the mountain of candy laid out on the coffee table.
"I saw that hit you took in the third quarter last week," I say to him. "That looked painful."
"Nah, it was nothing," Howie says, plopping a Milk Dud into his mouth and chewing noisily. "But it warms my heart to know my bro was watching."
"I've always watched all your games."
"I know. But I thought you'd be busy now you have a baby." He grins at Court. "And little Brock."
Court rolls his eyes, but he's smiling.
He's mellowing outa lotthese days, reverting back to a version of himself I haven't seen since high school. These two even have their own private WhatsApp chat now where Court shares daily updates and photos of Brock. Being a proud dad totally suits him.
I grab us three non-alcoholic beers and listen as Court nerds out about the startle reflex, which is apparently one of several reflexes that doctors check to ensure a baby’s nervous system is developing properly. Howie listens, rapt. Normally, the only thing he pays this much attention to is football. I love that the two closest men in my life are big ol' softies when it comes to our son.
The doorbell rings again. I get up to answer since Court is too busy boasting, "It's probably lingering because little Brock is so advanced."
I swing the door open and am greeted by my work husband. "Hey, Ramzi."
"Buzzy-Buzz!" We hug, and he steps inside, letting out a low whistle. "Holy shit. You've gone all out."
"I want Brock's first Halloween to be memorable."
"It sure will be. The place looks great."
"Thanks, man."
We enter the living room. Court gets up and hugs Ramzi, but when it comes to saying hi to Howie, Ramzi only manages a half-hearted wave, barely even acknowledging him.
