Chapter 25 Karen Gets Her Freak On #2
After a long pause, she gives me a resigned nod of approval, so I continue.
#6: Spontaneous Sex
“This is an exercise in confidence. Whenever the mood strikes you... even if we’re not together. If you want to fuck...
all you have to do is ask, and I will make myself available for you.”
She sputters out a laugh. “How generous of you.”
“I’m a giver, Ace.” I state solemnly, pressing my hand to my chest.
She rolls her eyes in a way that feels like fucking foreplay, so I continue.
#7: Shower Sex
“Because who doesn’t like to get dirty before they get clean?”
#8: Sexting
“Need I say more?”
#9: Role-playing
“Thinking a public place... something to help you get out of your comfort zone a bit. We’ll workshop ideas as we get more
comfortable with each other.”
#10: Voyeurism at Lexon Club
“This will be our final test. We go together just as spectators. Walk around, get a feel for everything, enjoy the action.
We can hook up if we want to, but only with each other. This will also give you the opportunity to decide if you want to go
back to the club once you’re all done with me. Win-win.”
She arches one brow at me. “This is very thorough of you.”
“See? I’m not a complete waste of space.” I say it casually but this whole thing is anything but casual. She has no idea how
hard I worked on this. She has no idea how hard I got when I worked on this. Jacking off in my shower didn’t come close to
the satisfaction I’ll experience with her if she agrees to all this.
“How long is the arrangement going to last us?”
“I’m guessing a couple weeks.”
Her eyes turn to saucers. “You think we can get through all of this in a couple weeks?”
“I may be part of the forty-plus hockey league, but I have very good sexual stamina, Dakota.” I waggle my brows at her. “But
if you need more time, we can extend it to three weeks. Any longer and we’re basically in a relationship.”
“Yeah, we don’t want that.”
“Exactly.” I sit back and eye her carefully. “So what do you think?”
“I think by the end of this I will have had more sex with you than I did with Randal in the last few years of our marriage.”
The joy that one sentence brings me is a little troubling, but I click to the next slide to stay on task.
RULES
—No mention of previous sexual partners
“We’re trying to forget about your past, not bring it back up.” Not to mention I’m maxed out on Randal stories already. No good comes from rehashing the past. I feel the same way about Robyn. The further I can relegate that woman to the back of my mind, the better.
“Fair enough,” Dakota agrees, so I move onto the next rule.
—No hooking up with other people: this is exclusive
—Condoms at all times, NO EXCEPTIONS
A grateful smile ghosts her lips, and it’s honestly fucked that she even has to worry about that. Protection isn’t something
anyone should fuck with. Ever. My fists clench at just the memory of what he did to her in that regard. I redirect my focus
to the next rule.
—Testing
“We’ve both been tested recently per the club’s membership rules so we should be good there. Unless you want an updated test?”
“Um... no, that’s fine. As long as you haven’t been with anyone since your last test?” She shifts on the couch, struggling
to maintain eye contact with me.
It’s been a month since the sex club, the trip to Mexico, and the time we’ve been back from the wedding. And it was many months
before that since I had sex. Honestly, I’m trying to remember who I even hooked up with last. Once Trista moved into the apartment
above the barn last year, we all kind of went through a dry spell. I think we were adjusting to having female energy back
on the mountain again. The last woman that lived up there was Robyn, and well, we all know how that ended.
“I haven’t been with anyone,” I reply gruffly, trying not to focus too much on my dry spell.
“Me neither, obviously,” she says with a nervous laugh.
“Why is that obvious?” I frown up at her.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I’m just impressed with how detailed this all is. I’m surprised you don’t have this all printed up in a contract with a notary person that’s about to pop out of your closet.”
“Oh, that reminds me. Debra... you can come on out now.”
Dakota’s eyes widen as she jerks her head to look down my hallway.
“I’m fucking with you, Ace.”
“Jesus.” She presses a hand to her chest.
“But I do have a doctor in the bedroom ready to do our STD exams if you decided you wanted an updated one.”
Her eyes widen.
“Fucking with you again. Jesus, you need to relax!”
“Sorry, I’m just...” She inhales deeply. “This is just a lot.”
“Is it too much?” I ask, moving my computer off my lap and hopping off the floor to join her on the sofa.
“Maybe?”
I shrug and stretch my arm around the back of the sofa behind her. “That’s no problem... we’ll cut some shit, then. I went
a little overboard to try to show you I’m not as awful as you think I am.”
Her eyes snap up to mine. “I don’t think you’re awful.”
“You do too,” I argue. “You call me Killer Calder because you think I ruin everything I touch.”
She chews her lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be less of a... what did you call me, prudey brat?”
“Prudey bitch,” I correct her with a grin.
She grins back, her eyes holding mine for a long, drawn-out moment that makes all the blood rush to my cock once again. All
this talk about fucking and we still haven’t fucked tonight is really messing with my head.
I pull back to break the sizzling spell we’re under because we have other business to discuss. “Listen, you don’t have to
agree to this tonight. Give it some serious thought. I can email the presentation to you, and you can make changes or tell
me to fuck off. I would totally understand.”
“I’m not going to tell you to fuck off.” She laughs and glances at the TV screen. “I’m impressed. You put a PowerPoint presentation together. Who the hell are you?”
My brows lift as I point back to the TV. “Refer to slide two. With great power comes great responsibility.”
She laughs at my lame joke and gives me a little shove, her hand lingering on me for longer than necessary, which has me exhaling
with relief. Knowing Dakota, this all could have gone a very different direction. I half expected her to tell me it was predatory
and fucked-up and she’d drive away and never come back. And if that was her decision, I would respect it.
But the realization that I’d have been fucking crushed with disappointment is a little alarming.