Claimed By My Ex Boyfriends Dad

ALISTER'S POV

It all started with a typical bachelor party.

I hate bachelor parties. Always have. They're just a strange excuse for men who can't face the fact that their youth is slipping away to pretend they're still young, still free, still... wild.

But of course, that never stops anyone from throwing one, does it? Timothy, my long-time friend, had insisted I come to his bachelor party, and of course, I didn't have the heart to turn him down. He insisted, practically begged me to come.

"It's tradition, Alistair," he said, like I didn't already know that. What he didn't know was that marriage was a tradition I had no interest in. Let alone a bachelor party with everyone acting like complete fools.

Even though I'd rather have been doing anything else-catching up on work, having a quiet drink alone, hell, even dealing with the constant flood of emails would have been nice. But no, I was stuck in a fancy hotel suite in the middle of the night, surrounded by half-dressed men, shots of tequila, and strippers who won't stop dancing my way. Tempting the shit out of me.

What were we celebrating again? The end of freedom? The beginning of... whatever it was men convinced themselves they were entering?

My mind got carried away till I noticed one of the stripper, who had been eyeing me for the last ten minutes like I'm some kind of meal ticket.

A tan skin beauty with long dark hair, and curves that knew how to move had her eyes set on me. And trust me I was digging into it. She wore a deep red lace bra barely holding her in, a matching thong that sat low on her hips, and thin gold chains around her waist that caught the light when she moved. Black heels made her legs look endless.

She avoided every guy in the room and only strolled my way, handing me shots after shot of tequila while she giggled. Until it was her turn to get a chance with the pool that she let me breathe a little from the drinks. The broad was sexy, I'll give the guys credit for finding her and the little man between my legs seemed excited for her long legs.

She did her magic on stage while the guys whistled and hyped her performance. I force my way out to the balcony for a breather. The urge to hurle had my head spinning and I wasn't ready to make a fool out myself amongst the fools already out there. I took the seat by the railing and rested my head on the back. Letting the alcohol settle in as the fresh air made my nerves calmer.

The balcony door clicked open and slowly slips in the tan broad who was meant to be working her way on reaping her audience off. She stood in front of me, taking her time gobbling me up with her eyes. Waiting patiently for me to give her an order or a command maybe.

"Kneel"

I ordered and she did.

A very obedient broad it seems., spreading my legs wider, she slipped in-between and rested her chin on the surface of my trousers. Grinning at the fact the little guy was starting to wake up from his nap. Her finger trailed at my zipper, fighting back her eagerness to reap my trousers open to sink her teeths into them.

"Don't keep me waiting."

I growled and her eyes lit up, unbuckling my belt with ease at a slow pace.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced down on the table to see his name lighting up the screen

"Hey, Dad,"

comes the voice on the other end of the phone. It's Sutter. My son.

"Yeah, buddy?"

I grunt, doing my best to keep it together. The stripper's hand already had my fly open and manoeuvering her way to get my dick out.

"What's up ?How's the training coming along?"

"Good, Good. Actually I've got big news"

My dick came flying out next

"I'm- I'm all ears!"

I swallowed a grone as her lips came in contact with the cap of my dick.

"I got the job,"

Sutter says, his voice a mix of pride and excitement.

"The tech gig in China. I'm leaving this coming weekend. I thought I'd tell you first."

I try to keep my voice steady.

"That's great, Sutter. Really proud of you."

A small chuckle bubbles up in my chest as the stripper shower kisses

around me. Giggling at my reaction to her touch.

I suppress another groan quickly, but it's hard. So damn hard.