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by ChaShiree M.




  Tori (A Jorgensen Legacy)

  Filthy Modern Vikings

  ChaShiree M.

  M.K. Moore

  Tori (A Jorgensen Legacy)

  By ChaShiree M. & MK Moore

  © ChaShiree M. MK Moore 2019 Breeding Nation Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

  By the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by ChaShiree M.

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other books by MK Moore

  Dedicated to Alexandria. We know you licked Tori good, so we hope he makes it good for you.

  Blurb

  Kensie Lyons was put on this earth to belong to me and I her.

  Everything in me is demanding I make her mine, in every way possible.

  I am trying to be patient. Let her follow her dreams.

  But when something threatens the woman who means more to me than my own life, all bets are off!!!

  This is what happens when a Jorgensen man is faced with the possibility of losing everything.

  It’s safe, over the top and so fu*king sexy

  Chapter 1

  Tori

  Shit. I swear, some mornings. If I could sleep the day away, I would. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate my life or anything like that. But I also don’t have anyone in it. Of course, I have my family and I love every single one of them. Including the ones who married into it. We are big, loud and not apologetic about it. I can’t help but smirk when I think about us and all our glory.

  However, I can’t help but wonder if I am ever going to find someone for me? I have had the privilege of watching my nephews, nieces, and brothers fall one by one. I would never begrudge them happiness. I just wish I had some for myself, I think, as I get out of the shower and get dressed. Maybe I'm just being a whiny ass because I am exhausted. After spending all day working on my nephew Erik’s new house, I still had to come home and get ready for the dinner he and his wife are throwing.

  See, for the past few months, they have been...distant if you will. Misunderstandings and secrets will do that to you. Though in Erik’s defense, his secret is a good one. He is building his wife, Lanie, her dream house so they can expand their family. He has enlisted his brothers and sister as well as his uncles to help. Hard-headed ass should have hired some contractors. I shake my head as I walk out the door. The point is, they finally made up and are throwing a dinner with the whole family to commemorate the news.

  Jumping in my truck, I drive the ten minutes to their house, making a list in my head of everything I need to do for the rest of the week. By the time I pull up, I have my whole week planned out, knowing that one call from the special line, could throw it all up in the air. That is the nature of the beast given what my brothers and I do.

  I get out of the car and shake my shoulders trying to knock the somberness out of my mind. I don’t want to be the party pooper here tonight. “Get your head straight, Tori,” I think, chiding myself as I ring the bell. I am expecting Lanie or Erik to answer the door, so God himself will have to forgive me when my mouth belies the surprise that is currently running through my heart and my cock if the throbbing in my balls is to be believed.

  “Sweet mother of God, where have you been?” The pale little morsel stares at me, confusion evident. But so is the desire as her face reddens.

  “Ummm…I don’t know what you mean,” she whispers as she licks her lips as she tries to look anywhere but at me. That was a mistake though. I want that tongue everywhere now. I lift her chin, so she looks back at my face. I am momentarily stunned by her eyes. The most beautiful shade of green. Big and round. Just like her lips. Mmmmm…those fucking lips. They are going to look positively dirty wrapped around my cock.

  “I’m sorry, Cricket. I didn’t expect to find my wife, here.”

  “Wife?” She is so fucking cute when she squeaks out the word. Clearly not sure if I am serious or deranged. Looking at her right now, I would wager...both.

  “Yes. Wife. Don’t worry about that right now. I need to know your name. I’m Tori. Your future.”

  “My name is Kensington.” What the actual FUCK! The woman I am currently obsessing over is Lanie’s little sister? I am literally speechless. I haven’t seen her since she was a little girl. No wonder I didn’t recognize her. Suddenly, I am questioning everything I thought I knew just a moment ago.

  The glow that was in her eyes begin to dim and I know it is because she has read the guilt and indecision on my face. But hell, can she blame me? I haven’t seen her since she was fourteen. I have been traveling around the world on various missions and such. Last I heard, she was in school to become a nurse or something like that.

  “Lanie and Erik are inside,” she says a bit depleted. Guilt wells up inside of me, only to be pushed back down. Why should I feel guilty about considering what is best for her and myself for a second? I do mean a split second because now that she is in my sights, there is nowhere she can go that I won’t follow. Nowhere she can hide where I won’t find her.

  But now I have to figure out how to get what I want and keep in mind her dreams as well. Us Jorgensen men are more the…’ Me Tarzan, you Jane. Come, now’ types. We are not really known for negotiations and such. This will be a challenge. But one thing is for sure: she is MINE!

  Chapter 2

  Kensie

  During dinner, he leans over to me and whispers the dirty, filthy things he is going to do to me, and I like it. After dinner, while the others play charades and drink, I let him drag me out to Erik and Lanie’s new garage. There is nothing in it yet, not even a car. Just built in benches and seating for poker night so the guys could smoke their cigars. I will never forget the scent of his cologne as long as I live. He ate my pussy like a fiend. He strips me, slowly. Kissing every inch of my body. His lips on me feels amazing. When he takes his own clothes off, my mouth dries up. Our lips connect again as he slams inside of me.

  “Oh shit, Cricket. I didn’t know.” He looks so concerned, I have to reassure him that I am fine. That I wanted this to happen.

  “How could you?” I moan wrapping my legs
around his waist, the heels of feet digging into ass spurring him on.

  “Fuck, your tight cunt is mine. I own it now.”

  “I know,” I say.

  Before my dream can go any further, I am rudely awakened my alarm clock. I have to be in class in an hour. It’s my last class until the Fall Semester. Tomorrow, I make the seven-hour drive back home to Bleak. Well, Erik and Lanie’s house really. My parent’s downsized to a cottage so my sister and her husband let me stay in the room above the garage. I say room, but it’s definitely a studio apartment.

  Right now, I can’t help but remember every single thing Tori and I did that night. It runs on a loop in my mind all day, every day. For forty-five minutes we fucked in so many ways and positions, I thought we’d never leave the garage. Not that I was complaining by any means. While he was inside me, he looked at me so intently I thought he was trying to memorize my soul. It still gives me goosebumps. Afterward, I couldn’t sit properly for days. Days. Eventually, we did and went back to the party. I had to pretend as though I didn’t just fall in love, which was just about the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done. Later that night, he went home, and I went back to school the next day. That was three agonizing months ago. Oh, and did I mention he left me with a little parting gift? Yep, that’s right. I am pregnant. Pregnant with the baby of the hottest man I’ve seen. A man who haunts my dreams and every waking moment.

  I lay in bed a few more minutes until my normal morning sickness returns with a fucking vengeance. I barely make it to the bathroom. I say morning sickness, but it strikes multiple times a day. Of course, I’ve been to the doctor, but one here in Chicago. Despite Doctor-Patient Confidentiality, if I went and saw Dr. Jorgensen, who has been my gynecologist since I was fifteen, the entire town would know within minutes. Since I am not ready to tell anyone, I found one here to get my vitamins and my due date, which is in January.

  I know that it’s terrible that I don’t want to say anything to anyone, including Tori until I know how he feels about the idea of me having his baby.

  After a shower, I am feeling better, but I miss him. How insane is it that after one epic fuck fest, I yearn for a man who hasn’t even called me? I gave him my number before I left that Sunday, but he never called. I often wonder if this is my own doing, but I had to come back to school.

  Why hasn’t he called me? I wonder for the billionth time since I left Bleak.

  I stare at myself in the mirror while I blow dry my unruly, crazy long, brown hair. At 5’6, I am about average height. I am thick, as in I am curvy mostly, but I got a fair bit of chubbiness that I haven’t gotten rid of since I gained weight freshman year. I’ve got a bit of a belly, but I am just me. I think my boobs might be bigger, but that’s really the only change I’ve noticed so far.

  I’ve already decided that I am not seeking Tori out. If he wants me, he’ll know where to find me. I won’t beg him to be in my life. Our baby changes nothing. As selfish as it sounds, I refuse to be second best to a man I love more than I ever thought it possible. Before I met him, I wasn’t looking for forever, not in the least. My only examples of marriage were my parents, and Erik and Lanie. My parents love is strong and equal, you can tell they love each other more than anything, but each decision is made together. But Erik and Lanie that shit is all consuming. He was a fucking Viking marauder when it came to Lanie. He calls her "thrall" when he thinks no one's paying attention. I looked it up. My sister is the luckiest bitch in Minnesota. He saw and conquered as soon as he was legally able too. I know that’s what I want. It’s what I crave. Now that I’ve gotten to know Erik’s family over the years, I see that all the Jorgensen men are like that.

  Except for Tori.

  Tori’s not like that, at least not for me. The thought of him being head over heels like that for another woman makes me want to throw up again, but I tamper down the feeling. I refuse to cry about him again. Other than our initial seconds of speaking, when he called me his wife, he has done nothing to show me he loves me. Or even cared about me. I talk to Lanie every day and she hasn’t mentioned him.

  I am sure I’ll see him when I get back home. He’s Erik’s uncle after all. How will I gather enough strength to get through this?

  Either way, I gotta put on my big girl panties and be the best I can be. I am not alone anymore. The precious life I’ve got inside has shown me that no matter what, he or she comes first.

  Chapter 3

  Tori

  Shit. I rub my chest for the hundredth time today. The pain happens every time I think about my woman. Kensie. The one who took me by surprise and changed everything. Then ghosted me. Yep. You heard me right. I have been calling her and texting her for the past three months since I took her virginity and she returned to school and nothing. Not a ‘hey go fuck yourself’ or an ‘I miss you.’ I even went to Lanie and in a roundabout sort of way asked about her. She looked at me like I had one too many hits off that green shit. I don’t blame her. No one knows what happened between the two of us except my brothers. Who are right now giving me shit about the fact that I haven’t kidnapped her or some shit like their crazy asses. Want to know something? I am starting to think they are right.

  “Seriously, Tori. How the fuck did you let her leave after that shit? I don’t know how the hell you are still standing. You see what the fuck I did.” Om. The fucking criminal of the family. He held his girl hostage, so to speak in a cabin we use. Fucking Psycho.

  “Not everyone has to resort to committing a felony, bro.”

  “Shut the fuck up Brand.” I chuckle shaking my head at my two older brothers.

  “I know guys. Trust me. But she had to get back to school. I was not about to come between her and her education. I figured we would talk and shit you know, until her summer break. If I would have known she was going to vanish, I would have done a bunch of shit differently like Lojack her phone.”

  “Listen, we get it. It sucks trying to do the right thing. But, if you don’t put your fucking foot down, some other guy is going to poach your shit.” A growl leaves my mouth as I think about the assholes on her campus probably trying to get in her pants as we speak. The fuck? Maybe they are right. As soon as she comes home, I am going to trap her little ass somewhere, push my ring on her finger and fuck her into oblivion. Just thinking about her tight ass pussy has my cock doing push-ups.

  “Do you know when her last class is?”

  “I overheard Lanie saying something about it being Thursday night. Lanie is going to drive up there and help her bring her stuff back Friday morning.”

  “Well you know mom is having her weekly Friday night dinner. So, she is bound to be there. I say you bound and gag her and take her to the cabin by the lake on the other side of Moosehead.”

  “No shit, bro.”

  “I might just do that. But first, I want to talk to her. See where her head is. Maybe this is just too much for her. We might want different things. She has to know she wants this. Because let’s be honest. Once she chooses this life, that’s it. I know all of you think I’m soft and shit because you say mom babied me since I

  was sick as an infant, but I’m telling you, it's not true. I just haven’t had a reason to let that part of me out. The minute my ring gets on her finger and my baby in her belly, the beast will be unleashed. She has to be ok with that.” I am serious. There is a slight growling of a wolf inside of me, trying to force its way to the surface. Waiting for its mate to show herself so he can come out and take control. Angels have mercy when it does.

  “Well, we wish you luck. Women can be fickle creatures especially when they feel like they have to choose. Just let her know you’re in this for the long haul.”

  “Thanks. Well, I would like to get some shut eye. Thanks for hearing me out.”

  I take a moment and walk around my home. I try to look at it from Kensie’s point of view. What is she going to see when she lays eyes on it the first time? Everything is handmade. What isn’t, are things I have bought and acquired from travel
ing all over the world. What it needs is a woman’s touch.

  What I need is Kensie. In my bed, right fucking now.

  Chapter 4

  Kensie

  Lanie drove up to school this morning and helped me, though she mostly directed me, being so pregnant. Then we drove back. My car sucks so bad. I need a new one, but I can’t bring myself to ask my parents to help me. I drove the damn thing, but with Lanie behind me in her truck, just in case. My parents have been busy grandparenting and I don’t blame them for wanting to do that. They just got home and are spending all their time with Kileen. I don’t want to ask them for money and to co-sign for me. I don’t need to worry about driving it long distance again for several months, so I am not going to worry about right now.

  Now, I am at the Jorgenesen’s house for a huge family dinner. Dr. Jorgensen and Mrs. Enid sure know how to throw a dinner party. Tori watches me from across the room. He’s glowering at me and fuck if that doesn’t make me wet. Who the fuck does he think he is? Working his magic on me from across the room. I try to ignore him, but I can’t help it. My eyes are drawn to him like a fucking magnet every time he moves from conversation to conversation. Good thing this is a room full of family, because my jealousy meter would be going off mightily.

  During cocktails, which is just a fancy way of saying everyone stands around Enid’s hodgepodge living room and talks while holding various beverages, Tori comes up behind me. I know it’s him because I will never forget the way he smells as long as I live.

 

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