Chapter 25 Karen Gets Her Freak On
Calder
The fire crackles as I toss another log onto the fire and when I hear a car pull up outside, I swear my dick jumps with excitement.
God, I’m pathetic.
I assess my cabin one more time to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I’ve been cleaning since the moment we got home and only
took a break to shower and polish myself up. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman over.
Since the birth of Stevie, it’s felt kind of weird to go out and bring home a hookup. My brothers and I used to go out in
a pack. We usually went into Denver and hit up some decent clubs or bars... We had our routine. But lately, it’s felt different
on Fletcher Mountain. Wyatt’s busy with the family, Luke seems distracted with God knows what, and I’ve been stuck with my
hand most snowy nights this winter.
I usually don’t care what women think of my place because we’re here for one thing. And that’s the idea with Dakota too, but
since we know each other outside this sexual arrangement, I guess I don’t want to add more fuel to the fire of her thinking
I’m a complete fuckup.
My house isn’t much. It’s a classic pitched-gable cabin with the log finish on the exterior and interior, so it definitely
has that rustic, outdoorsy charm. It has two bedrooms and one bathroom on the main level with a small office in the open loft
area above. The decor is nonexistent. I have a worn leather couch, an armchair, and a couple quilts that my mom made because
it gets cold as fuck up here in the dead of winter. My kitchen is decent-sized with black quartz counters and a wood-burning
stove.
What can I say? I’m really leaning into the mountain man aesthetic out here.
The sound of footsteps on my front porch causes Milkshake’s head to pop up from where she’s curled up on the couch. Ready
or not, this is happening. I straighten my black-and-white checked flannel and walk across the knotty pine floor to swing
open the door and find Dakota smiling brightly.
“No cat greeting this time?”
“Huh?” I swallow the lump in my throat as the image of her on my front porch sinks in. Again. It’s such a strange dichotomy
going from hating her to being excited to see her.
“You had your cat strapped to you last time I was here.” She points to my chest, and I look down like an idiot.
“She’s on the couch,” I murmur and step back so Dakota can walk in.
She unzips her long parka, and when she turns around and pulls it off, all oxygen leaves my lungs.
“Surprise!” She laughs as she holds her hands up to show off her outfit.
It’s my Rockies T-shirt and nothing else. Wait—not nothing else. Definitely something else. It’s the something else that’s
sending my brain to my dick and making it difficult to form complete sentences.
She’s wearing thigh-high black boots that remind me of the ones Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman . She has a pair of long white socks sticking out the top, and the strip of thigh exposed between the sock and the bottom
of my T-shirt make my already struggling cock completely out of control.
“Nice dress, Ace,” I reply, clearing my throat and trying to get my fucking man card back as I take her coat from her and
hang it on the hooks by the door.
Every time I’ve seen this girl in my shirt, I turn into a bumbling moron.
Women have worn my clothes before. This isn’t a new concept.
It seems to be a thing they like to do.
.. take something of mine before they leave.
I’ve lost more flannel shirts to the city of Boulder than I currently have in my closet.
But no one wears my stuff like Dakota.
“So this is your place. I didn’t get to see much of it last time I was here.” She turns on her heel to look around, her high
ponytail swinging behind her as her boots click on the wood floor. She walks past the dining room table and into the kitchen,
eyeing the random photos I have up on the fridge that I didn’t even print. Everly did.
“It ain’t much,” I huff as I walk past her to grab a couple beers. Beers help most awkward situations, and the situation inside
my jeans is very awkward.
I pop her cap off and hand it over to her, and she takes it with a curious look on her face. “Thanks.”
I brace my hand on the island, struggling with what to say next, and then I see Milkshake slink over to wind herself between
Dakota’s feet.
“Milkshake, get lost.”
“She’s fine.” Dakota sets her beer down and bends over to pick up my cat. “She’s really pretty.”
“Thanks,” I grumble, feeling irritated for some reason. I don’t like her being nice to my cat. I don’t really like my cat
being nice to her either. I kind of want them to hate each other for some bizarre reason. But Milkshake loves everyone. She’s
a whore just like her daddy.
Milkshake purrs and shoves her nose into Dakota’s neck, practically fucking her in front of me, the traitor.
“Come here,” I gruff and grab my cat out of her hands, setting her down so she’ll buzz off. “Go on.”
Milkshake struts over to the steps that lead up to the loft. She lies down halfway up to watch us, looking completely unbothered
as silence descends and all I can hear is the crackle of my fire and my pulse rushing in my ears.
I take a sip of my beer.
Dakota does the same.
Finally, she says, “So let’s hear this kinky list of yours. I assume you didn’t write it down like you said you would.”
I exhale with relief that we’re diving right into this. If I had to make her a snack or ask about her day, I was going to
fling myself out a fucking window.
“Oh, just you wait, Ace.” I lift my brows, my mood brightening as we step out of the awkward date vibes and into a place I’m
much more comfortable. “Come with me.”
I walk into my living room and squat down in front of my TV where my laptop is connected. I use the remote to flick on the
TV, and the words Karen Gets Her Freak On pops up on the screen.
“Did you make a PowerPoint?” Dakota asks, walking toward me in those hot-ass boots. From my vantage point on the floor, I
can see a lot more thigh, and the fantasy I have of them wrapped around my face later tonight isn’t an unpleasant one.
“You bet your hot legs I did.” I gesture to the sofa as she laughs and sits down. Her T-shirt rides up and reveals even more
thigh, so I turn back to the computer and force myself to focus on the task at hand. “You ready?”
“I’m ready,” she says excitedly, crossing her legs and taking another sip of beer. I swear she knows what she’s doing, and
it’s fucking killing my focus.
I sit down on the floor and lean back against my armchair, turning away from her to start my presentation as I click to slide
one.
Primary Objective: To make Dakota Schaefer aka Crabby Karen less of a prudey bitch.
“I’m not a prudey bitch!” Her jaw drops, and she scowls at me.
“You sure about that?” I lift my brows and pin her with a look.
“If I’m a prudey bitch, then you’re a lazy whore.”
My lips turn down as I consider that. “Probably true.”
She grumbles, and I click to the next slide.
Secondary Objective: To give Calder Fletcher’s magical pocket python a purpose in life.
“Oh my God... this is a joke.”
“Not a joke. My dick has been looking for an inspiring way to give back to the community, and this is just the type of charitable
endeavor he can excel at.”
“In other words, you’re happy because you get to have sex.”
“Correct.” I click to the next slide.
PROPOSED SEXCAPADES:
#1: Sex Store Shenanigans—Both of you go to a sex store in Denver, pick out a toy that interests you, and bring it back to
Calder’s snake pit to experiment
“Snake pit?” Dakota cackles and shakes her head as she laughs. But the crimson that flushes from her neck into her cheeks
is very telling. “Okay, that’s unexpected.”
“Unexpected good or unexpected bad?” I ask, watching her body language intently as she crosses her legs the other way.
She regains control of herself and bites her lip as she shrugs. “Good, I think.”
I smile victoriously. This is already going better than I expected.
#2: Exhibitionism
“What does that mean exactly?” she asks, her silliness replaced with curiosity.
“Sex in a public setting, like in a restaurant bathroom or even just at a party. Something with other people mingling around.
Have you done anything like that before?”
“Definitely not,” she replies with a shy smile.
“Would you like to try it?” I ask, my heart hammering with hope at having a little public fun. Our night outside of the sex club gave me a few ideas.
Her chest rises and falls, and she gives me an almost imperceptible nod.
I’m acing this fucking test so far.
#3: Outdoor Sex—See Calder’s hot tub
“No way. How many women have you banged in that hot tub?” She points back to the tub we passed on our walk the other day.
“None.”
“None?” She looks like she doesn’t believe me.
I shrug. “It’s just never happened. Honestly, I don’t bring that many women up here if I can help it.”
She sighs. “Okay.”
Okay? Jesus, she said okay !
Next slide.
#4: Bondage Play
I click the next slide that shows an X over top of the text. “We can go ahead and cross this one off the list since we’ve already done that. But I’m happy to repeat
if you decided you enjoyed it?”
Dakota’s eyes blink, and she nods timidly, that flush returning to her cheeks.
I smile. Okay, then. Unscripted bondage play is still on the table. I am not mad about that.
#5: Have Sex in Dakota’s house
She frowns at me, clearly unhappy with this challenge so I hold my hand up to explain myself.
“I think you need to get past your boundary there. Reclaim the home you bought on your own. When I started renovating it, it was just your house. You bought it without Randal. You shouldn’t let him take that from you.”
She chews her lip, and the pain I see in her eyes hits me in the gut. After what she shared with me the other night at the
sex club, I can understand how hard this might be for her. But I still feel strongly she should do this. He doesn’t deserve
to have that much real estate in her mind and her home.