Chapter 14 You Don’t Have to Like Me to Fuck Me
Calder
Food was ate, cake was cut, Carlos even took a spin on the dance floor with Everly at one point. It was a killer night, down
to the toasts. Max made us all cry. Luke made us all laugh. And I wasn’t sure what to say... so why not quote the man I
looked up to most?
“We’re not here for a long time, we’re here for a good time.”
I plagiarized my father tonight, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t invent his favorite catchphrase, so he likely stole it from
someone first. But they’re words we’ve all taken to heart since his passing, so it seemed a fitting way to end the evening.
And as I walk Dakota back to our palapa, I can’t help but think of how much he would have loved tonight. He would have danced
with Trista since she didn’t have a father show up for her, which is why my mother demanded a dance with her. That inspired
me to grab Max and Luke and tell them we were going to do a dance with our new sister as well. She deserved all the special
moments her own family is too crazy to appreciate, and my brothers were all too willing to make this a night she’d never forget.
The three of us surrounded her and swayed to a song that had her wiping tears from her eyes the entire time. She was blaming
her postpartum hormones, but I knew our gesture meant a lot to her. Trista is tough on the outside and likes to act like she
doesn’t need anything from anybody, but that only makes us all want to show up for her even more.
Even Dakota managed to let her hair down and have some fun tonight. At one point, she danced with me again. It was a fast song so I didn’t get my hands on her like I wanted to, but I enjoyed the view of her body moving to the music.
Those hips are a sight to behold.
Her blond hair got curlier as the night drew on, and now it has this wild, untamed quality that makes me think of how she
would look after being fucked. Hard.
It makes me hard just thinking about it.
Need pulses in my groin, and I take some deep breaths to calm myself down. There’s a palpable shift between us that’s happened
on this trip despite our little tiffs, and I think she feels it too because she hasn’t yelled at me for something in at least
ninety minutes.
I’m wearing Dakota down. And apparently I want to wear her down because it’s becoming harder and harder to fight my attraction to her.
Something else is getting hard as well, since I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to fill her mouth with
my cock so she can’t annoy me anymore. Something tells me she would be a very good girl.
“Who are you going to miss more? Me or these birds?” I ask, trying my hardest to slow my heart rate down as I drag my hand
along the rails of the cage as we climb the steps to our room.
“Oh boy, that’s a tough call.” She laughs as she picks up the pace, glancing nervously at the cage like the birds are going
to dive-bomb her through the rails. She stops at the top of the steps and puckers her lips. “I think I’ll be glad to be rid
of all of you.”
My brows lift as she turns to walk into our room and heads over to the bed to flick the lamp on.
“Admit it, you had fun with me tonight.”
She rolls her eyes and props her hands on her hips. “You were less irritating tonight than you have been other nights, but
I still can’t stand you.”
I laugh and shake my head as she perches on the edge of the bed to take off her heels. She’s stunning with the warm yellow lamplight bathing her body. She looks almost as good as she did the night I saw her on her hands and knees inside that sex club.
Speaking of which... “So are you really going to let us go back to Colorado without telling me the truth about why you
were at Lexon?”
“This again?” She sighs as she tosses her heels toward the closet.
“Yes, this.” I cross my arms over my chest and drop my chin. “We fly out tomorrow, and I know you’ll go back to pretending
I don’t exist once we’re back home. So it’s now or never, Ace.”
“I don’t pretend you don’t exist.” She stands up rubs her palms together as she walks out to the balcony of our suite.
My eyes shamelessly drink in her backside as she stands at the railing and gazes out to the ocean. She looks like a wet dream
all barefoot in a sexy dress with moonlight shining down on her and the ocean providing an erotic soundtrack.
I walk over and prop myself on the edge of the door. “You’re either yelling at me or acting like I don’t exist.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “It’s not like you’re trying to be my best friend.”
I slide my hands into my pockets. “I can take a hint.”
“Like you’re my biggest fan!” She turns to lean her ass against the railing and shoots me a teasing scowl.
I smirk as I stare back at her. The truth is, I love to hate her. It ignites something inside of me that feels... invigorating.
Unexpected. Like you never know when things are going to shift between us. And if I’m not mistaken, that spark in her eyes
right now tells me she likes it too.
“Just tell me what you were looking for at the club, then.” I pin her with a serious look, trying to lose all sense of humor
so she feels safe. “You weren’t going there for romance. You said you weren’t looking to explore a kink. So, what was it,
then?”
She blows a strand of hair out of her face, the moonlight casting a blue glow around her shoulders as she hits me with an irritated look. “If I finally tell you, will you leave it alone and promise never to bring it up with me again?”
I make an X over my chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
She smiles like she enjoys that thought. The freak.
But then her face sobers, like she’s got to psych herself up to spill her guts. She grips the railing and stares down at her
bare feet as she answers. “I was there to learn some different stuff in the bedroom because Randal said some things to me—”
“What did he say?” I stand up straight as my hands clench into fists at just the mention of his name.
“Nothing. I mean... something, obviously, but I’m trying to forget it, which is why I want to put myself out there and
try some new things. Have some casual sex and figure out what I like and don’t like before I dive back into the dating pool.
I refuse to do the hooking-up thing on the dating apps because I don’t want Randal to find out I’m on there. He knows too
many people, and it would get back to him which would make it feel like I’m announcing to him that he was right... I’m
boring in bed.”
“He said you were boring in bed?” My head has to be the picture of the mind-blown emoji.
“Among other things.” Her voice is strained as she pinches the bridge of her nose. “So I figured sex clubs are anonymous and
adventurous. Win-win. Maybe a sex club can help get me back to the person I used to be... the brave one who knew her own
voice and how to use it. The one who was up for trying new things. I’m trying to find my lost confidence.” When she looks
up from the floor to make eye contact with me, she shows me something in her that I’ve never seen before.
Vulnerability.
I stare back at the stunning woman before me. From the day I met Dakota, confidence never seemed to be an issue. But if I really think about it, the light in her eyes has dimmed the past few years. And knowing it was fucking Randal that did that to her makes me see red.
“So, what you’re saying is you want to get laid.” I smack the railing obnoxiously, trying to lighten the mood and the agitation
humming in my veins.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, turning to look back out at the ocean. “Of course that’s all you hear.”
My eyes drop down her body, lingering on her ass. “I heard everything you said, but the end result is still sex, right?”
She shrugs sadly. “I guess so.”
I nudge her with my arm and nod toward the bed. “So, let’s do it.”
“Do what?” She frowns up at me.
My brows lift. “Let’s fuck.”
She sputters out a nervous laugh as she snaps her head to look at me. “Don’t be stupid!”
I drop my chin, allowing her a moment to process what I’ve just said. It’s something I’ve been thinking about this entire
trip, and the idea feels even more valid now. She needs to get laid. Needs to forget that fucker ever existed and find that
confidence she had the day I met her.
“You want a casual fuck?” I let the last word linger in the air for a moment before I shrug and add, “I’m right here, Ace.”
She scoffs, annoyance dripping in her tone as she replies, “We don’t even like each other!”
“You don’t have to like me to fuck me.” I lick my lips and smirk to show her this isn’t as serious as she’s making it out
to be. She isn’t weak. She is strong. And that dickhead made her forget that. And I am more than happy to help her remember.
“Of course you would say that.” She crosses her arms over her chest and shudders. “Have you ever liked anyone you’ve slept
with? Like genuinely liked them?”
“Sure, I like ’em.” I slip out of my jacket and drape it over the railing.
“That’s real convincing,” she says as her eyes watch me unbutton my sleeves to roll them up. “You probably don’t even remember most of their names.”
“Is there a reason you’re so judgmental about someone who enjoys sex?” I quirk a brow and her eyes brighten with a million
questions. “You were literally just talking about wanting casual sex.”
“I know but... how do you even know what the person likes or doesn’t like if you don’t know them at least a little bit?”
“I’m a quick study, baby.” I wink.
“Don’t call me baby .” She holds her hand up, and her grossed-out expression amuses me.
God, what would be like if she really let her hair down? Really let go? I bet she would be magnificent.
“This is your big chance. A one-night stand with a guy who only does one-nights.”
“But what happens when we get back home? It’ll be awkward for sure.”
I tilt my head. “What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico.”
“So we’d never speak about this again?”
I make another X on my heart, and her eyes linger on my chest as a look of longing casts over her eyes. I’m wearing her down. The ice queen
is melting before my very eyes.
She licks her lips and then chews them, intrigue brightening her features in the moonlight. With a flash of brazen confidence,
she looks up at me and says, “Where do we start?”
Hell yeah. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you want? Nothing stokes a person’s confidence like being in control when
the clothes are off.”
“I don’t want to be a Domme,” she blurts out, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. She turns on her heel and
rushes into the room to begin pacing in front of the bed. “And I know I’m not a submissive either. That first experience at
Lexon did not go well.”
I laugh and watch her wring her hands in front of her as she cracks her knuckles.
“Don’t worry about the labels. Just tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She barks out a laugh. “Oh yeah, right. Like you’ll just let me make demands. You didn’t take kindly to my demands during
the house reno.”
“This is different. I’m a very open-minded person when it comes to fucking. And the sexual frustration I’ve felt in every
cell of my body since the moment I saw you at the club tells me that I will give you whatever you demand.”
She shakes her head, clearly unsure how to process that comment from me. “Oh sure... like if I asked you to crawl to me,
you’d actually do it.”
A dry laugh bubbles up from her lips as my brows shoot to my hairline. That is a very specific and unusual request which indicates
to me that she’s thought about this already. About what it would be like to have a man crawl to her.
My dick thickens in my slacks.
I stare back at her without an ounce of humor on my face. “Say the word.”
She sucks in a sharp breath as her lips part. Her breasts heave with a huge gulp of air, and I wonder if they might try to
pop out of that dress she’s wearing. “You’re messing with me.”
The blood in my veins heats as I lick my lips and utter, “Try me, Ace.”
She lifts her fingers to her mouth, her long nails tapping on her ruby lips as she contemplates this moment.
I really would do anything to bite that lip.
She takes four large steps back, and her eyes sparkle with desire as she says, “Crawl.”