TORE (Sidewinders: Generations Book 2)

by Kat Mizera

  “Margot? You okay?”

  “Mmmm…” Her only response was a long, sexy moan, and it was a beautiful sound.

  “God, that’s hot.” Josh was watching us, his cock stiff and hard again, ready to go. I wasn’t ready to share her yet and I picked up speed, sliding in and out of her with a little more finesse.

  “More,” she whispered.

  “Fuck.” I moved faster, going harder, until she was grinding against me. Damn, Margot was full of surprises.

  “You ready for the rest?” I asked her, trying to slow my own heartbeat and stay in control. I didn’t want to come until both of us were inside of her at the same time, and I stopped moving.

  “Yes.”

  I pulled out and rolled onto my back, propping a few pillows behind my head so I was sitting up just a little. “Then hop up here and sit on my cock.”

  She hesitated but then crawled on top of me, her eyes meeting mine. We stared at each other for a moment, something shifting between us. There was all this sexy stuff happening, but her trust in me, to make her feel good and to guide Josh in that department, showed me there was more to us than a night of sexual fantasies. For a split second we were alone, our gazes locked intently, but then Josh moved into my field of vision and I remembered the task at hand.

  “Other way,” I said gently. “Because then you’re going to lie back and Josh is going to get on top of you.”

  “Oh, shit.” Her eyes rounded, as if she hadn’t quite thought this through, but I just held her hips as she squatted on my crotch. I guided my cock back to her ass and she sank down slowly, letting out a breath as I filled her.

  Josh was watching us, cautiously pushing a finger into her vagina. “You’re so wet,” he said, a little awe in his voice. “That’s good, right? How it’s supposed to be?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She nodded. “Take me, Josh.”

  “Honey, I might not be any good at this.” His voice was gravelly, with a touch of trepidation.

  “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.” She leaned back, letting Josh crawl between her legs. Then he surprised us both by bending his head and licking between her legs, grinning up at us.

  “I hope I love how you feel as much as I love how you taste, Margot,” he said softly. Then he got on his knees, one on each side of our bodies, before slowly, almost carefully, guiding his cock into her pussy. Her head fell back against my shoulder and she turned her head, searching for my eyes as she squeezed my hands.

  There it was again, that touch of intimacy between the two of us even though there were three of us in bed.

  “You’re okay,” I whispered. “We can stop if it hurts.”

  Almost as if she drew some kind of reassurance from me, she blew out a breath. “It’s so good… So fucking good. Fuck me. Both of you. Oh. My. God.”

  It was hard to describe what happened next. We were all over each other, kissing, touching, and Jesus, fucking the hell out of her and each other. Maybe not literally, because the only person being penetrated was Margot, but there was so much more going on. Hands, mouths, and at one point, Josh’s finger was in my ass again. We’d rolled onto our sides and I used one hand to lift Margot’s right leg. Then we pounded into her, over and over, until she was screaming, begging us for more. I’d never seen a more carnal reaction to sex and it did something to both Josh and me because we couldn’t seem to stop.

  The first time she came, she cried out and whimpered a little, but the second time had her screaming. It was hard to hear, though, because Josh and I got off too, both of us roaring through our orgasms, slamming into her so hard I was afraid we might hurt her.

  Then there was nothing. We’d collapsed, limbs intertwined, hearts racing, covered in sweat. Josh leaned over to nibble Margot’s lips and then turned to me. We kissed for a while, the lighter, sweeter kisses of people who’d recently gotten off, and then he whispered, “We need water and rest, because I need to do that again.”

  “Enjoyed your first time inside a vagina?” I asked, grinning.

  “Enjoyed my first time in a threesome,” he said. “And the vagina was an excellent bonus.”

  “How long do we have to wait before we can go again?” Margot whispered.

  5

  Margot

  I came awake slowly, and it took me a minute to remember where I was and who I was with. My eyes popped open once I realized why I was so warm and comfortable. I turned my head and saw Josh. He was on his stomach, on my left, one arm draped across my stomach. He looked younger in his sleep, his hair sticking up a little and a faint five-o’clock shadow on his handsome face. I’d really liked him and took a moment to enjoy what he looked like lying here in bed after a night of intimacy.

  And then there was Tore. He was on my right, his strong, muscular body pressed against mine. I couldn’t see his face, but I felt him, and I let my eyes fall shut again. Just for a minute. Long enough to enjoy this tiny moment of intimacy. He was so much everything. Funny, quirky, strong, sexy. There was more to him, though, beyond the mischievous professional athlete. There was also the Tore who spent more time than anyone I knew at the children’s ward of the hospital. Whether it was the cancer or burn units, he gave so much of himself to those kids.

  Shit.

  I had to get out of here immediately.

  That line of thinking was dangerous and while I didn’t know what time it was, I figured awkward morning-after conversation would be nothing but…well, awkward. And I was awkward enough.

  Barely breathing, I slid out from under Josh’s arm, letting it rest on Tore as he flopped onto his stomach. I tiptoed to where I’d dropped my dress and pulled it over my head. I hadn’t worn a bra, and Josh was keeping my panties, so I picked up my shoes and quietly stepped into the hallway. I didn’t care what I looked like or who saw me—I just needed to get out of here. Last night had been great, but in the light of day, I didn’t want to think about the emotional ramifications of what I’d done.

  I’d known it would be good if I ever got to be with Tore. He was enigmatic and sexy, and reality had been all that and more, but last night had been a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less. A fun walk on the wild side for a woman who didn’t have time for fantasies in real life.

  I slipped my heels on and made my way into the ladies’ room where I’d locked up my purse with my keys and phone. My best friend, Everly, was babysitting Gracie, and she knew where I’d been in case anything had come up, so I’d felt comfortable separating myself from my life for one night of decadence. And now it was over.

  The sun was just coming up as I got outside and I squinted a little, digging my sunglasses out even though it wasn’t that bright; I’d been in semidarkness for hours so it was jarring. Hopefully, Gracie was still asleep and I could sneak in a bath before she woke up. A quick glance in the rearview mirror verified that I looked rode hard and put away wet, and while Gracie wouldn’t know what that meant, she would definitely notice.

  On the way home, I stopped at a drive-thru for coffee and a breakfast sandwich, realizing I was starving. I hadn’t eaten much yesterday because I’d been nervous about being naked in front of Jamie and Viggo, and while I’d still had to get naked, it had been a totally different night than I’d been expecting. Josh was a really great guy, someone I might have been friends with had we not had a crazy threesome at a sex club. And Tore, well, he would have been everything I wanted if I wasn’t a single mom who couldn’t bring a man like him into her daughter’s life.

  Tore was amazing, but my heart told me he wasn’t ready to settle down, and I didn’t have the option of keeping things casual. Gracie already loved him and talked about him incessantly. For us to start anything beyond friendship meant he had to be ready to step in as a father to her. She was four and had never had a father since my dick of an ex had left as soon as I told him I was pregnant. Gracie loved all her uncles from the professional hockey team Tore played for, the Las Vegas Sidewinders, but Tore was hands down her favorite.

  He was my f
avorite too, I thought sadly, my thoughts drifting to last night. My fantasy had been about being with two men, but Josh had been more of an afterthought. A sexy, funny afterthought who made me come really hard, but still, not the main attraction. Tore had been the one who’d made me come alive. I’d known it would be like that, too. In my heart of hearts, I’d known that the minute he touched me I would never be the same, and I’d been right.

  I let myself into the house, trying to quiet my thoughts. It was a Sunday morning in August, so no one had anywhere to be and I just wanted to take a long, hot bath before dealing with Gracie or anything else. Hopefully, reality wouldn’t be too much of a disappointment.

  An hour later, I’d had a nice, relaxing bath, dried my hair, and put on a comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt. It was a thousand degrees here in Vegas during the summer, and as a native of the Pacific Northwest, I still wasn’t used to it.

  I padded into the kitchen and found Everly making breakfast. She turned to me with a smile. “Good morning.”

  “Morning.” I leaned over to see what she was making.

  “I thought you might want to chat this morning so Ian put Gracie in her stroller and they went for a run.” Ian was her husband.

  “What makes you think I’d want to talk?” I asked, grinning.

  She laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. Something about a night of sexual fantasies…”

  “It was a fantasy all right.” I poured a cup of coffee and sat down.

  “And?” Everly sank down across from me, her eyes searching my face. “Was it great? Did you have fun? Was it Jamie and Viggo?”

  “Yes, yes, and no.”

  “No? Were they strangers?” Her eyes rounded with surprise.

  “Nooo…” I drew the word out. “It was, um, a guy named Josh, from Canada.” I took a breath. “And Tore.”

  “Tore! O. M. G. Tell me everything!”

  It was hard to talk about. Not because I had secrets from Everly, but because I was genuinely a little embarrassed about how wild we’d gotten.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked after a moment. “Was it not what you wanted?”

  I chewed the inside of my cheek. “No, it was. It was so, so hot. I had so many orgasms. I can’t even remember how many. We did, like, things I never even thought about.”

  “But?”

  My bestie knew me so well.

  “Do you and Ian do…kinky stuff?” I looked up at her.

  She cocked her head. “I guess it depends on your definition of kinky. He ties me up sometimes. I let him take those semi-nude pictures of me a while back. Sometimes when we’re doing it, he’ll grab me by the throat and squeeze a little, but not enough to leave a mark or for me to pass out or anything.” She paused. “I think the word kinky is something people use for whatever they don’t do. Like BDSM is all the rage now, so people who don’t understand the lifestyle assign a term like kinky to describe everything that falls under that umbrella of ‘not something I do.’ It’s not kinky just because you’ve never done it before. Frankly, I don’t even know what I’d consider kinky. Is it everything that isn’t straight missionary?”

  She had a point. “I guess that’s one way to look at it. But I’d be willing to bet that letting two guys fuck you at the same time, one in the front and one in the back, qualifies as a little kinky.”

  Everly shrugged, lifting her mug to her lips. “I guess. I’ve never done that, but I would have, before Ian.”

  “So now that you’re with Ian, you wouldn’t?”

  She shook her head. “I think I’m too jealous, and I know he is. I also don’t think he’s into guys, like, at all. But Tore obviously is. Did they, you know, do each other?”

  I bit my lip, unable to hold back my smile. “Dude. It was so fucking hot. I mean, they didn’t do anal or anything—that was all me—but Tore and I took turns blowing him and…” I fanned myself. “And watching them make out? Super, super hot.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think Ian would be into that.”

  “But would you be into it if he was?”

  “Again, I’m pretty jealous, so I don’t think I could watch him make out with someone else, regardless of gender, without worrying that they were competition.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

  “But just because I feel that way doesn’t mean you have to.”

  “I know, but it’s kind of a moot point since this was just one night. Literally my fantasy—and theirs. I wanted to be with two guys. Josh is gay and he’d never been with a woman. And Tore thought it would be hot to fool around with a guy and a woman. So we did. Now it’s over and I’m really glad I had, like, seventeen orgasms because they’re probably going to have to last me another two or three years.”

  Everly shook her head at me. “Why are you like this? Why do you think that just because you’re a mom you can’t have a life? I’m here. I can babysit. She’s my goddaughter so it’s not like it’s an inconvenience. I love her. I love you. Take advantage of us living together and have a little fun.”

  “I already take advantage,” I muttered. “I live here rent free. With you and your new husband. My only expenses are my car, my phone and my daughter—”

  “Which is plenty,” Everly said. “You’ve been saving money so you can strike out on your own without stressing out about everything. And you’re here with me while Ian is on the road and busy with hockey, which is good for both of us. If we didn’t want you here, we wouldn’t have offered. You know that.”

  “I know. But I’m twenty-five, Evie. Isn’t it time for me to stand on my own two feet?”

  “You’re so hard on yourself,” she whispered. “You don’t owe anyone anything, least of all me. Ian and I love you and we like having you here. We adore Gracie, and hopefully, when I have a little one of my own, you’ll be around to make it up to me for all those nights I got up with Gracie when she was a newborn.”

  I grimaced. “There were a lot of late nights back when she was born.”

  “She was so little and helpless. We were all she had. I don’t regret a minute of it.”

  I smiled at that. “Yeah, me either.”

  “So.” Everly got up and poured another cup of coffee. “Tell me every detail. What was it like having two dicks inside of you?”

  6

  Tore

  I knew the minute I came awake that Margot was gone. Josh was still beside me, but the spot between us, where Margot had been, was cold and empty. I’d had a feeling she would do this, but I was still disappointed.

  Shit.

  I sat up and rubbed my hands down my face. Damn, last night had been awesome, but now I felt kind of bad because obviously Margot was embarrassed or having regrets or some other thing.

  “She’s gone, huh?” Josh didn’t move or open his eyes as he spoke.

  “Yeah.”

  “Sorry.” He turned over and looked at me. “I know you care about her.”

  “Yeah.” I got to my feet and looked around for my clothes.

  “What time is it?” Josh asked, looking around.

  I reached into my slacks for my watch. “Almost eight.”

  “No wonder my stomach just growled.” Josh was pulling on his clothes as well. “Wanna get breakfast?”

  I hesitated, but as I glanced over at him, he seemed as friendly and relaxed as he’d been last night, and truth was, I liked him. Not romantically, but as a friend. He was smart and funny and, honestly, reminded me a bit of Jamie.

  “It’s not a date,” he said, giving me a little wink. “It’s just breakfast. Besides, I already put out.”

  I chuckled. “I’m down for breakfast. I’m hungry too.”

  We finished getting dressed in silence and he went to use the bathroom while I slid on my shoes and waited for him. Last night had been amazing and I wasn’t one of those guys who’d be embarrassed about having a little too much fun. I was all about pushing the envelope, and though I’d never gone quite that far before, I had zero regrets. Unless Margot did. That would
suck because I never wanted her to feel bad, especially not if it was something that involved me.

  Jamie hadn’t told me Margot would be part of my fantasy, but now it all made sense. He knew I was curious about what it would be like to be somewhat intimate with a guy, since that was what Fantasy Night was all about. I’d made out with a guy on two separate occasions, both times during threesomes with a woman, but that was as far as it had gone. Last night had gone a lot further, and while it had been fun, part of me felt like my curiosity was now satisfied. It wasn’t that I was afraid to admit I liked being with guys—it was hot and I didn’t care who knew I thought so. I just preferred women. Especially when the woman was Margot. Last night had made that abundantly clear. I’d wanted nothing more than to pleasure her as many times as humanly possible.

  “I got a ride with Jamie last night,” Josh said, coming out of the bathroom. “Would you mind dropping me off at his place after we eat?”

  “No problem. Let me hit the head and we’ll go.”

  Twenty minutes later, we were sitting at a diner drinking coffee and flirting with a waitress who had to be seventy if she was a day, and who had more energy than I’d ever had.

  “So, how was it?” I asked him once she was gone. “You find women any more attractive than you thought you would?”

  He chuckled. “Actually, I find women extremely attractive. I love women. I just don’t normally want to have sex with them. Margot might be an exception. She’s absolutely delightful.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, she is.”

  “So what are you going to do about her?”

  “What’s to do? She plays this game with me where she gives me hope, lets me get close, and then she either friend-zones me or ghosts me. It’s getting old.”