Chapter 26 I Waxed for This
Dakota
If I leave here without sleeping with Calder Fletcher tonight, it would be a crime against humanity . There would be riots in the streets. Forest fires would erupt all around us. Tsunamis would wipe out towns. Tornados would
decimate the Midwest. Earthquakes would crack the earth’s core.
Perhaps I’m being a touch dramatic.
But there’s a roaring fire in the fireplace for goodness’ sake! I did not get another wax job and put on these sexy-ass boots
just to leave his cabin and wait for an email from Calder to consider his proposition. Is he crazy?
I’ve been waiting my whole life for this. Not Calder specifically, but this moment. This opportunity to just... have casual
sex. Something I never let myself do. I was always the responsible mom of the group, making sure my friends were safe during
high school and college. Designated Dakota was my nickname, so I missed the fun, adventurous casual-sex time in my life.
I think that’s why I was attracted to Randal when we first met. He was a bartender with long hair and stayed out late, and
he felt like all the exciting things I hadn’t experienced yet. Not unlike Calder and this sex-periment we’re about to go on.
The only difference with Calder is this has an end date, and there is zero chance of falling in love and marrying the wrong
guy. Been there, done that. Threw out that T-shirt.
Steeling myself, I shift closer to Calder on the sofa, my legs making an awkward squeak on the leather. I place a trembling
hand on his thigh, and he glances down, shifting underneath my palm.
“What was number six on that list again?”
“ Spontaneous sex ?” Calder answers, and a smile lights up his face in the glowing firelight.
I nod slowly and press myself into his nook, tipping my lips up to his as I fight my racing heart. “Maybe we check that one
off tonight.”
He stares at my lips like he wants to devour them. “I thought I was the one in charge here, Ace. I did make the PowerPoint,
after all.”
“You know I’ve never been good at giving up control.” I wrinkle my nose with a smirk, and a low growl vibrates in his chest.
“Oh, I’m fully fucking aware.” He eyes me for a second before reaching out and dragging his fingers along my jawline, tucking
a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Does that mean you’re officially saying yes to all this?” His brows twitch ever so slightly. “I thought you of all people would have some notes at the very least.”
“What can I say? You nailed it.” I inwardly giggle at my double entendre. “But I reserve the right to make changes to this
list whenever I want.”
“It’s a woman’s prerogative.” He nods solemnly.
I purse my lips before my tongue darts out to lick them as my body hums with desire. Just being this close to him is an aphrodisiac.
I guess it’s a fine line between love and hate. “On second thought, you didn’t have orgasms listed in that presentation. I
might need more clarity there.”
He chuckles, and his hand slides from my cheek to my neck, gripping me in a claiming sort of way as he uses the edge of his
hand to angle my chin up to him. “No need to promise what’s already guaranteed, Ace.”
And my breath escapes my lungs when he seizes my mouth with his, his tongue parting my lips as he thrusts into me, forcing
my neck back to accept the intrusion. It’s a wild, demanding kiss that sends a rush of desire rocketing through me.
My tongue attempts to catch up to his level as my neck pulses against his palm.
How long has it been since I’ve been kissed like this?
Well, except for Calder, that is. But when was the last time?
Did my ex and I ever kiss like this? Fuck, it’s good.
I’ve missed this type of all-consuming kissing.
Kissing that turns you on and feeds your whole body. Kissing that makes life worth living.
I grip the front of his shirt and lift one leg up around him, causing him to growl into my mouth as his hand releases my neck
to grip my leg to his hip. His fingers are rough on my skin as he skates his hand up the outside of my thigh and wraps around
to palm my ass. He kneads my flesh with harsh, punishing pressure that has my body rolling up into him.
He shifts so I’m on my back now, and he’s over top of me. His leg catches between my thighs... directly on my clit, and
I gasp, fisting his shirt in my hands as he breaks our kiss.
“You like that, Ace?” he asks, grinding his knee into me.
I struggle to breathe as my core throbs against the rough denim gliding over the thin silk of my panties.
I nod, unable to form words as he presses his knee farther into me, soaking my panties while his kneecap catches on my clit
in the most mind-blowingly insane way that I want to stop and never stop at the same time.
I moan into his lips as he shifts so now his groin is flush against my center, his hard ridge a wicked promise of what’s to
come. My back arches up off the couch as I kiss him, pulling him into me with my booted leg as close as I can.
A desperate frenzy takes over both of us as he dry-humps me. It’s been torture all night waiting for this to happen. Being
friends with benefits or enemies with benefits is kind of weird. Both of us are here for one thing, but common decency forces
us to act civilized, be polite, talk, have a drink, do all the mundane human things... when all I want to do is act like
an animal. I’m a feral cat who just wants this tomcat to fuck me. God, please fuck me!
And as Calder reaches under my shirt to unclasp my bra, I realize how miraculous this all is.
I want to have sex! I haven’t wanted to have sex for the last several years.
I was insecure with Randal, insecure of my body and our connection.
With Calder, there’s no need to worry. We’re both here for the same thing and perfectly okay with it.
This should be the definition of fucking the patriarchy.
He breaks our kiss, and I quickly slip my hands into my sleeves to pull the loose bra out from under my shirt. I fling it
to the floor and my nipples are rock-hard and raw beneath the thin cotton.
Calder stares down at my chest. “I like you in my shirt, but I like what’s under there even better.”
I process his words for a moment, noting the sentimental undertone to them. He mentioned my outfits in Mexico too, and it’s
surprisingly sweet coming from a self-proclaimed playboy.
And incredibly validating.
Randal wasn’t good at the compliments or affirmations. I think there was too much resentment there for him to ever see any
good in me.
Calder watches me speculatively as he slides my shirt up my body, exposing every square inch of me in the warm living room
lighting. I fight the urge to suck my stomach in or fret over all my imperfections.
It’s not necessary to feel insecure... He’s already seen me naked, and that was before we decided to do this.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls before capturing my hardened nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth. His beard scrapes against
my flesh, causing goose bumps to erupt all over my skin as I comb my fingers through his hair and turn to stare at the crackling
fire as a similar blaze stirs between my legs.
“Calder, I want you to fuck me,” I beg, my panties growing more damp with each passing second.
He shakes his head against my chest. “Not yet, Ace. You’ve rushed me the last two times, and this time I want to see you.
All of you.”
A wave of pressure roils through me as he moves us to the fur rug on the floor and peels my shirt off before slowly unzipping my boots with dark, sinful eyes.
He leaves my long socks and panties on as he kisses and nips and praises every exposed part of me, murmuring fuck and beautiful and so damn sexy against all my flesh.
When he’s had his fill, he finally slides his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, teasing my center. “Fuck, baby,
you’re soaked.”
I whimper and close my eyes as he strokes my clit over the material, my fingers gripping his shirt as I try to control the
lust shooting through my body. I knew I was wet. I felt it happening during the drive up the mountain. But the minute he sat
on that sofa with me, basking me in his scent and heat and sex appeal... I was done for.
“I have to taste you,” he growls and shifts downward, yanking my panties to the side before pressing his mouth to my sex.
I moan as his tongue licks and sucks my clit, stirring me up into a frenzy that I didn’t know could get worse than it already
was. I thread my hands through his hair as he grips my ass, pulling me into his face as he devours me like a bowl of ice cream.
My release feels close, and it’s as if Calder can tell, because he stops, pulling away just when I need him most.
With a wicked look in his eyes, he strips out of his own clothes and wraps himself in a condom, kneeling between my legs as
I struggle to see straight.
His tip nudges my center. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast now. You good with that?”
I nod again, unable to form words as my insides cry for release. I want an orgasm more than I want my next breath. And with
that, Calder grips my hips and slams into me, lighting my entire body on fire.
I cry out, my voice guttural as I grip his arms, my body convulsing at the swift intrusion, while also welcoming it, pulling
him into me to never let go.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling out and thrusting back into me. “You feel so fucking good.”
I whimper as he pumps into me, my heart racing faster with each thrust of his hips, my nipples aching as my insides clench with the crest of my almost forgotten orgasm. He grinds against my clit with every deep drive, and it’s the most tantalizing spark of pleasure every time.
Finally, he pauses his rapid pace, allowing me a second to catch my breath. He leans back, and I look down to see his fingers
at my center, and when he runs his thumb punishingly over my clit I cry out, my orgasm ripped from me before I even realize
what’s happening.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Scream as loud as you want. No one to hear you up here.”
He resumes his thrusts, and the orgasm suspends me into a state of ecstasy as he drags out the sensation, so it feels like
a never-ending climax. Like toppling down a hill that goes on forever.
My heels dig into his back as I hold on for dear life, marveling over how good this is and how good he makes me feel. What
a gift. And of all the men on this planet to possess this ability, I never would have guessed that man to be Calder Fletcher.