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I’m proven right when she moves up the bed toward her nightstand and picks up a box of condoms. She opens the box, clearly brand new. I get a glimpse of it. Extra-large, ribbed for her pleasure. Cheeky thing.
“I wasn’t sure…” She looks at me with apprehension for the first time. “I mean, I hope these are the right size.”
A laugh rips through my chest, taking me by surprise. I take the box from her hand and pull out a silver packet. Then I rip it open with my teeth. I quickly pull down my pants so she can see what I’m working with. Her eyes go wide as she takes me in. Her pupils dilate as she unconsciously licks her lips.
“Good guess,” she whispers in a daze.
I roll the condom down my shaft. Then I crawl back up her body, pinning her underneath me. I kiss her slowly, torturously considering I’ve been hard for her since the second we left the club. She wriggles underneath me, taking off her skimpy underwear. I pull back to really look at her.
Her body is slim but muscular. Her breasts are on the smaller side, but they perk up at my attention with erect nipples. Her skin is smooth and blemish free, pure somehow. I reach down to kiss the top of her left breast. Then I slowly take her nipple into my mouth. She gasps in pleasure, her body coming off the bed.
I touch, taste, and ignite every inch of her skin. I slip my fingers inside her, feeling my way to ensure we can do this. It’ll be a tight fit, but she moans loudly with each new touch. She’s begging me after a few minutes of my exploration, ready for more. I recapture her lips with mine and position myself at her entrance.
The heat radiating from her skin warms mine. I enter her slowly, carefully, watching her eyes close as I inch myself inside of her. She’s so damn tight, so warm. If I were less experienced, I’d probably come undone the second I entered her. Thankfully, my stamina hasn’t been questioned in years.
I give us both time to adjust, for our bodies to get used to this new situation. It’s been a long time since I’ve worried about how a woman feels against me, but I want her to be comfortable. I want this to be good for her. She opens her eyes and stares at me expectantly. She’s waiting for me to take charge before she does it for me. Her gaze is all I need to thrust against her, feeling her hips move up to meet me. I’m spurned on by her cries of pleasure.
We get lost in each other, consumed by our bliss. She tenses around me, and I know she’s close. I kiss a sensitive spot on her neck and she moans deeply. I bring her over the edge, chasing after her with my release. I collapse against her, intoxicated by her warm embrace. Normally, I’d pull out immediately and kiss my conquest goodbye. But I lie there for a long while as she strokes my hair, unsure if I want to leave.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Charlie groans as we pull into the community center, surprising me.
“What’s wrong, bug?” I ask, turning around to look at my teenage daughter. She’s definitely gotten moodier over the last few months. It’s terrifying. “Aren’t you excited about your classes today?”
I’m met with an eyeroll.Shudder.
“Of course I’m excited. I just hoped we’d finish the podcast before we got here,” she answers, crossing her arms and looking out the window, a look of frustration coloring her features.
Right. The true crime podcast that I mostly tune out whenever we’re in the car. She’s completely obsessed with it. Juliana and I have talked to her about it on multiple occasions, about how our whole lives are a true crime, so we don’t need to listen to the podcast so much. Of course, that led to a huge meltdown, which none of us enjoyed. So, now we just let her listen to it whenever she wants, figuring she’s seen enough in her life that this won’t give her nightmares.
“Tell you what,” I say. “We’re early. Why don’t we finish the podcast, then I’ll walk you into class. If you’re late, I’ll blame traffic.”
She doesn’t uncross her arms or make any indication that she’s heard me, apart from a small, subtle smile. I’m sure she doesn’t mean for me to see it. But I turn the podcast back on and close my eyes for a few minutes, waiting for the music to tell me it’s over. These are the little things that keep the peace in my family.
When it’s finally time to go into class, I open the door for her, and watch as she reluctantly marches toward the center. I follow a few paces behind, too afraid to get in her way. The last thing either of us needs is for me to be the reason for any embarrassment. I would rather face down the barrel of a gun than make this girl upset.
We reach her classroom and I go to kiss her on the forehead, but of course that earns me an angry hiss of, “Dad, stop!” I wonder if it’s going to be like this for the next five years, or if she’ll eventually mellow out. I miss the sweet girl who was always trying to make us laugh. She’s been replaced with a demon who wishes we would disappear rather than embarrass her. Hopefully Meredith will have some insight, because I feel like a complete failure of a father.
Once Charlie is safely in her art class and looking more at ease, I slip away to find Meredith. To my shock and confusion, I run into Bones on my way to her office. There’s a mild look of panic in his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by his usual surly indifference. He’s never here if he can help it. He’s said on multiple occasions that volunteering here is a waste of good drinking time.
“Bones,” I say with a nod, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to see him, even though it’s the strangest.
He simply nods back and looks more passive than ever. To anyone else, that would be enough to get them to move on. Most people don’t like to be around Bones for too long anyway, too intimidated by his stature and general grouchiness. I know him well, though, and his silence is deafening. I’ve caught him with his hand in the cookie jar, but I’m not entirely sure what I’ve caught him doing.
“I’m just here dropping off Charlie,” I say nonchalantly, hoping he might open up about what he’s doing here. “She has three classes here on Wednesdays. It’s a scheduling nightmare.”
“Sounds awful,” he comments in a bored tone, trying to use his indifference to get me to go away. He should know by now that’s not going to work.
“Everything okay?” I ask, thinking maybe Meredith needs extra security. That would explain his presence, but not his embarrassment.
“I guess so,” he replies with a shrug. “Listen, I gotta go. Drinks this week?”
I nod in agreement, watching his back as he goes. I expect he’ll go toward the front door, but to my surprise, he takes a right toward the dance studio. Part of me wants to follow him, but the sane part of me is reminded that we’re all entitled to our secrets. Maybe he found out he has a kid he didn’t know about. Who knows? I head toward Meredith’s office to see if she can give me any insight into Charlie’s recent behavior.
An hour later, I’m walking out, shell-shocked and a little overwhelmed. I clutch about a hundred pamphlets in my hand, along with some business cards for her colleagues. My expectations were clearly too low when I went into the meeting. I thought, at most, she’d give me a talk about how bodies change at a certain age and I’d feel uncomfortable for a few minutes.
At least I have some resources and some other people to turn to about all this. I can’t imagine trying to figure this out on my own. Even with Juliana’s help, I feel completely unprepared for the shitstorm that’s brewing. We’re just at the beginning of a very complicated time in her life. In all of our lives. Even with the thousand pamphlets, I don’t think I’m even a little bit ready for what’s about to happen.
