Chapter 6
“ D ani,” I murmur to myself, imagining her.
I missed my planned coffee on the patio this morning; my daydreams in bed kept me entertained.
This was not at all what I expected for the summer.
I wanted to get away from friends and family and their incessant opinions about my divorce and what I should be doing with my life.
To some, I’m the biggest asshole on the planet because I left my infertile wife.
But it was down to so much more than that.
I’ve felt alone for the last few years. To my unhappily married friends, I’m a hero who got out of an unfulfilling marriage to explore the unknown.
Sure, fucking twenty-somethings is par for the course for divorced guys, but I didn’t plan this. I didn’t plan on having new women in my life for a while. I wanted to focus on myself and rethink if my business was my purpose. But then this fucking goddess was delivered to my door.
Shaking my head, I can’t believe I fucked her without a condom. This isn’t how I should be behaving. While I want kids, getting a random girl pregnant so soon after the divorce would be a disaster.
No more unprotected sex, Adam. No more. You’re too fucking old to be rolling the dice like that.
I throw on black joggers with a black T-shirt to walk up the hill to the convenience store. As I walk, I think it’s interesting how hilly this area of Wisconsin is and how sharply the topography declines to the lake.
Some people call this area the Hamptons of the Midwest, with mansions worth twenty-plus million scattered along the lakefront. But that wasn’t the vibe I was going for this summer. I could have stayed at one of my friend’s lakefront homes or rented a mansion, but I wanted simplicity and solitude.
I didn’t want to bump into people I know, rehashing the same old conversations about what I’m doing, where I’m investing, or what sectors are exciting.
My midlife crisis is definitely kicking in now that I’ve slept with a twenty-something. I scoff to myself. Maybe it happens like this for the other guys I know. However, I laugh at the thought of a girl in a bikini knocking on any of my other divorced friends’ doors.
Staring at the condom section in the convenience store, I don’t know what to get. I haven’t bought condoms in over a decade. I blankly examine the options, eventually picking a brand I used before committing to my ex.
I grab one box, then hesitate. Something tells me Dani and I will be at this many, many more times this summer.
Carrying three more boxes, I feel prepared—until insecurity sets in.
I walk around the store, picking up a protein drink and snacks before checking out.
The clerk couldn’t care less about my assortment; fortunately, the bags aren’t see-through.
Walking back down the hill to the cottage, my phone buzzes.
“Dani Fuckbuddy” flashes across the screen, along with the time: 9:54 a.m. I missed that she gave herself the last name “Fuckbuddy” when she added her contact yesterday.
I smile and unlock the screen.
Dani Fuckbuddy
How fast do you think I can run two and a half miles?
Fast, I think. Dani’s in perfect shape, though she doesn’t look like a runner by trade. She wouldn’t ask me if she ran a ten-minute mile, and an eight-minute mile would be impressive.
Adam Harris
I’ll say twenty-three minutes.
Dani Fuckbuddy
See you in twenty-three minutes, then.
I wonder where she’s running from and get excited to see her again. My mind flashes to an image of her sweaty, and though I’m only minutes from the cottage, I pick up the pace.
Sitting at the dining room table, staring at my phone, I realize how silly this all is. Why am I so excited? Last night was my most spontaneous, fun night in too long. I want to keep living in the moment, especially with someone as beautiful as Dani.
“Alexa, play Audioslave,” I command, hoping my favorite band will calm my nerves.
There’s a loud knock at the door. I check my phone—it’s been twenty-two minutes since her text. Impressive.
“Hey,” she says, hands on her hips, winded. “I don’t normally run that fast on the lake trail, but challenge accepted.”
I laugh and gesture her inside. She goes to the sink, grabs a glass, and fills it with water. She chugs it, then fills it again. I stare at her, taking in her fit body in black running shorts and a black-and-white sports bra.
Dani chuckles to herself, placing the glass in the sink. “We match,” she says, and I smirk, approaching her. “What’s my prize?” she flirts, looking up at me.
Placing a light kiss on her lips, I squeeze her hips. “What were you hoping for?” I whisper, tracing her ear with my tongue. She’s so short. I love how small she feels when I’m this close.
“I’m hoping to make zero decisions.”
Fuck.
You hear that the younger generation is more adventurous. I’m hoping she wants me to take charge. Why else would she say she doesn’t want to make any decisions?
I’ve only played this role a few times in my life, and each time has been more exciting than the last. I’m going to slowly push her and see where the line is.
“Get on your knees.”
Her eyes light up—this is exactly what she wants.
She complies, grabbing my joggers, but I push her hands away.
“Don’t do anything unless I tell you,” I scold.
My cock hardens at the thought of the blow job I’m about to get in the kitchen.
“Pull my pants down with your mouth,” I command, looking down at her.
She immediately obeys and does so with more ease than I anticipated.
Afterward, I pat her head and hold her chin up, taking her in.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.
Those hazel eyes are incredible. Her features …
there are no words. Continuing to hold her chin, I command, “Keep your hands behind your back.” She does so, even interlacing her fingers. Fuck.
“You need to give me the best blow job of your life.” Without breaking eye contact, she nods. “Go.”
Dani bites the edge of my briefs, pulling them down, freeing my cock in its full glory. She starts slow, flicking her tongue over the tip, then takes it deeper, alternating between fast and slow. She glances up at me, and each time, I get closer to coming.
“Stop,” I command. I want … I need to keep this going.
She looks at me, concerned—maybe thinking she did something wrong.
“Stand up,” I say, softening my tone. “Start the shower and clean yourself up. I’ll be waiting for you in our room.”
Dani marches to the bathroom, and I hear the door close and the shower turn on.
Pouring myself a glass of water, I sip it slowly, staring out at the lake. I remind myself to take it all in, and I couldn’t be happier.