Chapter 36 Morning After
Calder
I stand in the shower at Dakota’s house the next morning, my head hanging low as I brace myself on the tile wall. I placed
these tiles myself one at a time, piece by piece. I had hired a subcontractor to do it, but the guy left after one day with
Dakota, so I was stuck doing the work with her nagging over my shoulder.
Only she wasn’t nagging. She was just being herself. Caring about something so much she pushed herself into the middle of
it, just trying to make everything the best it could be.
Like my fucking furniture. She no more than snapped her fingers, and suddenly, I have a tab on her website, and I’ve made
four thousand dollars on shit that was just collecting dust in my shop. Not to mention the other opportunity I’m still mulling
over. She really is a freak of nature how she manages to get so much done.
And last night, in her bedroom... I’ve never been more turned on in my life. She didn’t tell me she thought she was beautiful.
She showed me, in ways I didn’t expect. She’s magnificent.
This enemies-with-benefits agreement and sex conquest PowerPoint checklist were just the catalysts to helping her heal from
the bullshit Randal put her through. And I got a front row seat for all of it. She’s going to be unstoppable now.
“Don’t tell me you’re jerking off in the shower again like you did in Mexico,” Dakota’s voice reverberates off the tile walls as she opens the glass door and walks into the steamy space with me.
Her hair is a fucking disaster, and her face looks young and innocent since she washed off all her makeup last night after I fucked her for over an hour.
I wanted it to last all night. I wanted to break our record and give her more than three orgasms. But when you have a woman
like Dakota in your bed, who rides your face like a champion bull rider, you hold on for dear life and last as long as you
can.
“No need to jerk off when I have the real thing right here.” I move to her, capturing her mouth with mine as I tug her bottom
lip with my teeth. I pull her under the spray of water, pressing her up against the cool tile. She gasps into my lips, and
I growl when I feel her nipples pebble against my chest.
She breaks away, breathless and invigorated, just like my cock bobbing in between us, needy for another release. God, will
I ever get enough of this girl?
“Maybe I can help you with your little problem,” she says as she looks down at my hard-on with a wicked glint to her eye.
Her lips curl into an O as she drops her chin and spits right on my dick.
I grunt and splay my hand against the tile as she wraps her fingers tightly around me, spreading the slickness of her saliva
over my length, mixing it with the shower water and causing a dizzying friction between the two moistures.
She strokes me into a state of ecstasy, and I’m ashamed at how easy it is for me to come all over her stomach. She slides
my white pearly seed around her belly and smiles up at me, drunk with arousal.
I make a move to drop to my knees to return the favor, but she stops me in my tracks. “I don’t have time.”
“There’s always time for oral, baby,” I murmur against her breasts.
“No... I have to open the shop.”
I frown. “You’re working today?”
“Just for a couple hours this morning until my other staff member can release me.”
I grumble as I press into her, sliding our wet bodies together. She feels so fucking good against my skin. “If I knew that, then we would have started with you.”
“But you’re quicker than me,” she moans as my cock catches her moist center.
“That’s because you spit on it,” I deadpan, zero shame in my voice. “Fucking hell, woman. That’s two attempted murders you
have on me now. One when you rode my face last night, and now this.”
She giggles and reaches for the shampoo, and I stop her, squirting it into my hand and rubbing it into her hair. If she won’t
let me give her an orgasm, I can at least do this.
“So what time do you want to head over tonight?” she asks, tipping her head back to rinse the bubbles out of her hair.
“Tonight?” I glance down at her.
“Yeah, what time do you think we should go to Lexon? Is there a good time people go? I’m so curious to see if I could be into
voyeurism. I never really gave it a try the first time I was there. And I haven’t watched a lot of porn, so I don’t know if
this will be my thing or not. It could be!”
My heart sinks as I realize she’s still fully planning to go to the sex club to check this box off her fucking list. I know
I didn’t explicitly say that I want her beyond this PowerPoint bullshit last night, but I thought I showed her. I thought
my declaration in the truck was obvious. Wasn’t it?
Insecurity niggles at my gut, and I hear myself reply, “I don’t know. I guess. Probably ten?”
Her eyes move away from mine quickly as she reaches for the conditioner and does that one herself. “Works for me.”
“Does it?” I ask, a sour mood overwhelming me.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it?” She lifts her chin, and her eyes search mine for a long, awkward moment, like she’s waiting for me
to say something.
Normally, I don’t hold back with this woman, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t hold back with me.
It’s why we fight just as much as we fuck.
Everything is always on the table. But something is stopping me from telling her I don’t want to go tonight.
And it will be a cold day in hell before I let her go back to that place on her own.
So I guess we’re doing this. We’re going back to the sex club, and we’re going to check that final box on her list.
And I’m going to try not to lose my fucking mind while we’re there.