Fire & Ice: A Ménage Fantasy

by Chance Carter

  And what Kane and I had wasn’t even just sex. It was more than that. It was bigger than that. We’d been far more than just physically connected.

  Kane startled me when he let out a short snore. I froze. He scratched his face, then rolled over onto his side facing away from me. I kept perfectly still, not wanting to wake him. Minutes later his breathing got deeper again and I knew he had drifted back to sleep.

  That was my chance.

  I very slowly moved my leg out from under the covers and off the side of the bed. As my foot reached for the floor, the rest of me carefully slid off the bed after it. I didn’t breathe for fear of disturbing him. I placed the covers down and tiptoed away from the bed. I was completely naked and felt more beautiful, more sexy and seductive, than I ever had in my life.

  As I passed by the armchair in the corner of his room, I picked up my purse and continued to tiptoe my way to his ensuite bathroom. I gently closed the door as far as I could without completely shutting it.

  I sat down on the toilet and took a moment to look around.

  I was impressed with his style. He had a modern look going on, very manly. Very clean lines with lots of solid blacks, grays, and whites. I thought the only thing missing was a nice statement piece of art.

  Not only was his style good, but the bathroom was clean. The towels were hung up and he had even left the seat down. I braced myself as I flushed the toilet for fear it would make a lot of noise, but it didn’t. I washed my hands and opened my purse on the counter.

  As I got out my makeup bag, I heard him moving around again. I peeked out the crack of the door and watched him roll onto his back. My eyes lit up when I noticed he had a full erection. His massive and very sturdy cock was raising the sheet high off of his body like the pole at the center of a circus tent.

  Naughty thoughts raced through my head. I wanted to get my mouth on that dick again, and this time I was going to keep it there until he came. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to swallow him.

  This time it would all be about him. I was going to suck on his solid, throbbing cock until I made him cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his semen. I would get such pleasure from getting him off. I wasn’t going to stop until I finished the job.

  I was excited that my chance to make a man cum again was here. I couldn’t wait to have him wake up from the feeling of me taking him deep into my wet, sensual mouth.

  I looked in the mirror and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I put on some concealer. My eyeliner had become a bit blotchy so I touched it up and gave my lashes a lift with some mascara. I put some of his toothpaste on my finger and rubbed it around on my teeth and tongue. I rinsed my mouth and then used my wet hands to comb my hair down a bit. Now, looking a little better than I did when I woke up, I quietly pushed the bathroom door back open.

  My eyes were locked on his pitched tent as I made my way toward him. I didn’t want him to wake up too soon, so I continued to move quietly. I wanted him to be caught off guard and surprised when he realized what I was doing to him under the covers.

  Just as carefully as I got up, I slid back onto the bed. He started to move again and I stopped where I was. He rolled back over onto his side.

  He was moving pretty frequently so I decided to lay there quietly and wait for him to turn my way. I wanted to give him the perfect surprise blowjob. I could have gone for it right then but it would have been an awkward angle. I debated reaching over to take his dick in my hands, but decided against it. I wanted the first thing his dick felt to be my wet mouth.

  I looked over at him as he slept with his back turned to me. His skin was smooth and perfectly tanned. He was so perfect. My eyes traced along the lines of his beautifully sculpted back, shoulders and arms. His long hair lay in a sexy mess on the pillow. I continued to lay on my back and started to feel sleepy myself. As I waited for him, I could feel the weight of my eyelids as I started to drift in and out sleep.

  My thoughts began to blend with my dreams. The sounds of him breathing and the birds outside were soothing. I rolled over on my side with my back to him and got comfortable. At the same time, Kane rolled back over. This time all the way so that he was facing me. I smiled with my eyes still closed when I felt his arm reach out and pull me back, close to him.

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as my body relaxed back into his. Being in his arms like that felt so nice, so perfect, so safe. I felt like I was finally where I was meant to be. Like my whole life had been a journey to this special, beautiful place.

  He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the neck and whispered in my ear.

  “Good morning, Carolyn.”

  CHAPTER 35

  MEADOW

  I leapt out of the bed, but not before elbowing Kane in the gut.

  “You fucking asshole,” I yelled, with a glare strong enough to shoot daggers through him as he fumbled to sit up in the bed.

  “I knew it. I fucking knew it. I never should have trusted you.”

  He just sat there. He had nothing to say for himself, which was just as well because I had plenty to say for both of us.

  “You’re a liar and a cheater. I can’t believe I let myself fall for your tricks. After everything I’ve been through, I should have known better. I’m such an idiot.”

  I was so furious with him, and myself, that I hadn’t even realized I was standing there yelling at him, completely naked. I kept yelling while I looked around the room, trying desperately to find my clothes before finally remembering they were out back on the clothesline. I reached down and ripped the sheet off his bed, leaving him completely exposed as I covered myself up.

  “You told me you’re a one woman kind of man, and I believed you. I believed I was your one woman now. I let myself believe I’d hit the jackpot with you. But no! You’re a multiple woman kind of man. Just like every other man. You’re all the same.”

  I still couldn’t believe he wasn’t saying anything. He just sat there. I guess there’s not much to say when you’ve been busted for being a piece of shit. I stormed out of the room to get my clothes.

  “Where is she? Where is Carolyn? Does she live with you? Is this her house too? This house is massive. It’s way too big for just one person, even if he is a giant asshole.”

  My voice got louder and louder as I stormed through the house. I needed to make sure he heard every word I said. My blood was boiling. I was so frustrated with myself for not trusting my instincts. For ignoring the signs. I’d asked him in so many ways if he was playing me, but he convinced me he was better than that.

  My fault for falling for it!

  I passed rooms with the doors shut, went down the stairs, through the living room and kitchen, and opened the door to the back deck. I pulled my pants and top off the clothesline and put them on as I walked back into the kitchen.

  “Poor Carolyn. Does she even know you’re a cheater? You’re probably not as good at hiding it as you think you are. Or maybe she isn’t your girlfriend and doesn’t live here. Maybe you’re a womanizer with a revolving door of women. Was Carolyn here the night before me? Is that why her name was so fresh on your mind? Who’s coming tonight?”

  He was still upstairs, like a coward. The least he could do was come down and own what he’d done. I wanted an explanation. I deserved an explanation. Maybe he figured he didn’t owe me one because we hardly knew each other. I was just some woman he met the night before.

  My emotions were all over the place with feelings of total rage and being utterly mortified. But mostly rage.

  I was pissed.

  I was so tired of men having zero respect for me.

  I continued to yell up the stairs at him while I finished getting my clothes on. With one leg in my now dry pants, I hopped around on one foot trying to get the second leg in. After the third hop, I lost my balance and tripped over a chair. I stumbled forward, my legs tangled in my pants, but I was able to break my fall by grabbing onto the fridge.

  Once I’d steadied myself, I finished doing up the pant
s. I looked at the fridge and the truth dawned on me all at once.

  It was covered in pictures of a beautiful woman and a little girl. There were some pictures of just the two of them, and others with Kane, like a perfect, happy, beautiful family.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  He was the worst kind of cheater. The married kind! And a father on top!

  I practically screamed at the top of my lungs as my hands reached up and I dragged my fingers down the front of the fridge, ripping the pictures off.

  “You’re married? You are fucking married and you have a child? Unbelievable.”

  Some of the pictures caught between my fingers and I crumpled them in my fists.

  “I can’t believe you. I thought you were different. But you’re not. You’re just like Matt. You’re so selfish. A married man and a father. No wife or child deserves this sort of betrayal. How could you?”

  I looked down at my feet and saw the faces of his wife and daughter looking up at me. My stomach turned and I wanted to vomit.

  “Oh my God,” I said in a quiet voice to myself. “Now I’m the other woman. He’s made me the other woman.”

  The reality really started to sink in as I realized what I’d just done.

  “Now I’m the other woman. You’ve made me the other woman,” I repeated, but this time louder.

  “I would have never, ever, slept with you if I’d known you were married. I wouldn’t have come near you. Your wife doesn’t deserve this. Neither do I. You don’t deserve either of us. You’re an awful, selfish asshole and you deserve to be alone, forever.”

  I didn’t bother putting on my shoes. I’d had enough. I picked them up and stormed out the backdoor, slamming it behind me so hard it almost broke. I swore to God I would never set foot in that house again.

  CHAPTER 36

  MEADOW

  As if I wasn’t angry enough, I could have screamed when I remembered my car was at the café.

  Just perfect.

  Doing the walk of shame across Pismo Beach back to my motel was exactly what I was in the mood for. I didn’t even know where I was or how long it would take to get back. The night before, when Kane carried me all the way from the beach to his house, I paid no attention to where we were going. The only thing my attention was focused on was how blissful I felt in his arms.

  I was a blissful stupid idiot.

  I was so mad I’d let myself get caught up in him. Before I reached the edge of his lawn, I stopped to put my shoes on. I bent over and saw a large rock that was just begging me to hurl it through his window. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider it, but I chose not to.

  I didn’t have to stoop to his level.

  Plus, deep down, I knew that below this rage was the world’s most awful hurt. It felt awful knowing I was the other woman, and doubly sad knowing Kane wasn’t the man I’d hoped for.

  I wandered down his street, hoping it would start to look familiar soon. I was looking for a clue as to which direction I needed to go. When I got to the bottom of the street, I had to choose left or right. I checked left first and didn’t see much that was recognizable. When I checked my right, I saw the large glowing sign for the Rolling Wave Motel.

  I was less than a two minute walk from my motel.

  That’s how close I’d been to sleeping in my own motel bed and not putting myself in this terrible situation. The thought really pissed me off.

  That lying, manipulative pig of a man knew I was staying at the Rolling Wave. When I was soaking wet, dreading having to walk all the way back to my motel, he’d made it sound like his place was closer. He said it like it was a fact that if we went back to his place, I’d be in dry clothes quicker.

  He was never worried about me. He wasn’t trying to help me get into dry clothes. All he wanted was to get me back to his place so he could get more of what he was after.

  Sex.

  It had nothing to do with me. He just wanted to get a naked woman into his bedroom.

  I walked into the motel parking lot and remembered the free coffee in the office.

  I wanted a coffee.

  I needed a coffee.

  The one good thing about being up so early was that it gave me a couple hours to calm down before I started my shift at the café. I knew it was just a waitressing job, but that job meant so much to me. The way it almost seemed to fall into my lap, and the fact that Sandra took a chance on me was more than dumb luck.

  I knew it was a gift from God, and I wasn’t about to do anything to mess it up.

  I slowly opened the door to the motel office. Before it was halfway open, I reached up and held the bell above my head, stopping it from making a sound. I leaned on the door a little further and slid through unnoticed. I loosened my grip on the bell and made my way to the coffee machine. I took a cup from the tower of paper cups and poured myself a hot, strong cup of coffee. When it was full I took another cup and filled it too. It was definitely a two cup kind of morning.

  “Well, it seems we’ve got an early riser on our hands. Good morning, dear.”

  I forced a friendly smile on my face before turning around to greet the lady.

  “Good morning,” was all I could manage.

  The look on her face made it clear I hadn’t been very successful in my attempt at a smile. She stood there with a worried look on her face.

  I felt horrible. I was in an awful mood, but it wasn’t her fault. Without physically shaking my head, I mentally tried to snap out of it so I could be kind to her. I could fake my way through a bit of small talk in the interest of good manners.

  “It’s funny, I haven’t always been a morning person. It must be the ocean,” I said with a little laugh.

  “I do love the mornings here. It’s so peaceful before the rest of the town wakes.”

  “It sure is,” I said.

  “I can’t help but notice you’re pouring two cups of coffee,” she said before I could hide them.

  “Oh my. How greedy of me,” I said, embarrassed at getting caught abusing my coffee privileges.

  “Oh no, it’s fine. There’s plenty where that came from. But now, this might be none of my business, but I can’t help wonder if you found a nice young man to welcome you to town,” she said with a cheeky smile on her face.

  “Oh, I found a man all right. He welcomed me by reminding me all men are lying, cheating assholes,” I blurted.

  She looked at me like a deer in headlights. The poor woman had no idea how to react. I knew the best thing was for me to get out of there before I really made a fool of myself.

  “I’m sorry. I need to get back to my room,” I said, placing lids on both cups of coffee.

  I was mortified and couldn’t get out of there quick enough.

  I opened the door and the bell rang above my head as I hurried out. I rounded the corner and burst out crying. With both hands carrying coffee, there was no wiping the tears. I hurried to my door, put both coffees on the ground, and dug through my bag for the key.

  Once inside, I slammed the door behind me and collapsed on the bed, burying my face in the pillow. I took a deep breath and let out a massive scream. I hoped the pillow would muffle it enough that I wouldn’t terrify the other guests. I lifted my head and the giant alarm clock caught my eye. It wasn’t as early as I thought it was and I had to be at the café in an hour.

  I hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower, undressing as it ran. I was ready to get in there and scrub Kane off me forever. I made a mistake with him and I was going to wash it down the drain.

  I knew I had to toughen up. I couldn’t be so emotional. I wasn’t going to let him win. This was my new life, and I wasn’t willing to let another cheating asshole rob me of it. I was going to shower, do my hair and makeup, and look fabulous for my second day at work.

  CHAPTER 37

  SANDRA

  With an armload of ketchup bottles, I backed out of the cooler. I put one on each table as I made my way to the front of the restaurant. I was so
focused on my task I didn’t even notice Meadow come in. She was standing behind the counter with her back to me as she searched through the pile of aprons for a clean one she could wear.

  “Well good morning, sleeping beauty. I hope you got lots of rest last night. It’s going to be a busy day today,” I said as I made my way toward her.

  She turned and smiled, tying the winning apron around her waist.

  “Holy. You look like shit,” I blurted out.

  I instantly regretted it. No one wants to hear that, even if it’s the truth. I couldn’t help it though. She looked so run down that it caught me completely off guard. I could tell she’d put some effort into her appearance, but it was written all over her face that she’d had a sleepless night.

  “I’m so sorry. That’s not what I meant. Of course you still look beautiful. We’ve got some time, why don’t we relax over a coffee before we open? I just finished brewing a fresh pot.”

  I reached for two coffee mugs, knowing she wouldn’t say no to a coffee.

  “A coffee would be great, but if you don’t mind, I’d rather just get to work. I’ve got lots to learn about how to open a restaurant.”

  She was so determined to prove she was a hard worker.

  “Oh, yeah, okay. Greg better be careful. Seems like you’re going to take over his title as hardest working employee,” I said as Greg, our sixteen-year-old dishwasher, walked through the door.

  Greg laughed and gave Meadow a mock glare. I introduced them and they had a little chat before he continued back into the dish pit. Meadow looked around the restaurant. I could tell she was ready to start work, but had no idea where to start. I handed her a mug of coffee and a package of napkins.

  “Here, take this and start at the back. Make sure that the napkin dispensers on each table are full.”

  “I’m on it,” she said like she’d just been given a highly important mission.

  It was nice to have an extra set of hands. Knowing the napkins were in capable hands, I headed back to the kitchen to chat with the cooks. Eventually I peeked out the service window and saw that Meadow had finished the napkin task and was looking around again for something to do. I tried to think of another job I could give her, but we were pretty much ready with time to spare.