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“So I’ll talk to him. Why don’t you bring him to dinner? We’re gonna meet Shep and Claudia. Keir will be there, too.”
“Are you okay with seeing Shep?” Keira asked.
“Yeah.” Meegan thought about it for a second. A few years ago, hell six months ago, her answer would have been a wobbly, “Ehhhhh”. Things were different now and this could be the actual closure that a very pathetic part of her brain still needed. “Yes. It’ll be good. I haven’t seen him in forever and I think I’ve built talking to him up too much in my head. Let’s rip the band-aid off.”
“Great,” Daniel said with a smile.
“We’ll eat and then us ladies can go for a skippy-stroll while Shep and Daniel can give him the rundown. They’ve both had experience with topping you specifically. Who better to give him pointers,” Keira said.
Meegan looked between the husband and wife. Daniel gave her one of those ‘not a bad idea’ shrugs. “I like it. Let me talk to him. He asks a lot of clarifying questions, so don’t be shocked if he comes with a pen and paper.”
“Not a problem. And if he’s cool with it, he can have my number and ask me any questions he has in the future,” Daniel added.
Meegan let out another big breath. “Thank you, guys.”
“Hey, if your friends can’t show your new boo how to fuck you right, who can?” Keira said.
“You’ve got me!”
thirteen
Olin sat on his couch (the other end), Monday Night Football his current companion. He’d put Pam in her crate already and he figured any minute it would make sense for him to move this spectator event up to his bedroom. The Chargers and 49ers were tied and he wanted to see who won. He also wanted to see Meegan.
Monday was TV night for her and her friends, and even though she didn’t have work that week, she probably wanted to catch up on her sleep, since they definitely didn’t get any over the weekend. Not that the lack of rest bothered Olin. He wouldn’t say it out loud, because he knew how it would sound, but he was all in on Meegan Whalen. He liked her, plain and simple, and he just wanted to spend more time with her, get to know her better. He wanted to learn everything about her. What made her happy, in and outside of the bedroom.
He didn’t like to think too much about how his parent’s relationship had impacted him. His brothers had a sense of their father’s heartbreak, but they hadn’t been there in the beginning. They were too young to see the pain in his dad’s eyes whenever someone asked where their mother was or when he’d decided to adopt. Olin made up his mind at some point that love just wasn’t that important, or worth it. When Olin was finally old enough to understand just how much his dad had done for Olin and his brothers, he’d asked his father why he’d never tried to date again.
“Still stunned, I guess,” his dad had said. “I know what it means to love my kids, but putting my heart on the line again seems like a lot to ask.”
Olin knew his dad had been pissed at their mom, but in that moment he knew his dad was hurt too. Olin didn’t want to be that jaded in his own life, so it came as a relief when his work fulfilled him plenty. He thought for a little while he and Jessica had a future, but she wanted him to be just like her friends’ boyfriends, the future sex offenders of the GOP. Dress like they dressed, go to the same loud bars, the same frat parties. She didn’t understand that Olin had no desire to be a part of that brand of boys club.
She pushed, though, and pushed some more. She’d called him selfish for skipping her sorority sister’s boyfriend’s birthday trip to Cabo, so he could finish building the first generation platform that would one day become Depot, so he’d ended it. Years later, when she was going through her divorce and Olin was on the cover of WIRED and on Time Magazine’s 30 under 30 list, she’d messaged him and asked him out to dinner. Olin never responded.
He wavered between never understanding what women wanted from him and knowing exactly what they wanted, as he tried to make them see that he was not the man they were looking for. It didn’t feel that way with Meegan, maybe because she had the same concerns—that Olin wouldn’t see her for who she really was. Olin loved how honest and upfront she was about everything. He loved her sense of humor and her smile, too.
He understood why she would be nervous about him taking her love for BDSM and turning it around into his own fantasy. Truth was he still had no fucking clue what he was doing and she didn’t know how relieved he was that she hadn’t pointed and laughed in his face when she realized how inexperienced he was. So far, it seemed like they were pretty compatible. He’d have to see if she was receptive to learning the actual rules of chess. The moment she’d left that morning he’d put the board back to rights.
Olin glanced at the fumble being reviewed on the field then looked at his phone. She’d responded to his text about spoiling her an hour ago.
I liked to be spoiled in a lot of ways.
I need to create a google doc for you or a Pinterest board or something.
Olin was open to whatever she wanted, in any delivery format. But a week or more was too long to wait to see her again. He sent her another text.
Are you still with your friends?
Yeah, but I’m leaving soon.
I want to kiss you goodnight.
Was it a sappy thing to say? Sure, but he didn’t care.
On which lips? ??
Both, but I’m trying to be a good person here.
It’ll let you know when I’m leaving.
