by Kat Mizera
“Fuck. That was incredible.” I lifted her to her feet and yanked her against me, kissing her as roughly as I’d just fucked her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue. “Now you’re gonna get a reward.” I nudged her to the bed. “Hands and knees, baby.”
She shimmied out of her shorts and panties before practically vaulting onto the bed.
I was lucky I only needed a few minutes to get hard again, so I’d use that time to bring her right to the brink and then I’d fuck her hard and fast.
I knelt between her legs and dipped my head. She was already so wet and this was my favorite way to go down on a woman. Doing it from behind added a level of naughtiness, especially when you threw in some ass play, which I was going to do.
I swirled my finger in her juices, chuckling to myself when she moaned and surged back against me. Then I pressed the tip of my finger into her ass as I fucked her with my tongue. She’d had my cock in her ass a few weeks ago so she could definitely take a finger, even without prep. But damn she was tight. And my dick was already swelling back to full staff.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” She panted, so wet she was dripping. I flattened my tongue against her and licked it all up. I loved the taste of a woman’s arousal and Margot was one of those women who produced it in spades.
“Next time we’re using a dildo,” I whispered, removing my finger so I could sheath myself.
“Mmm.” She dropped her head, fingers clutching the sheet.
I didn’t give her any warning, just slammed into her with a thrust hard enough to send her flat on her stomach, but I caught her thighs and held her up.
She grunted when I filled her, and I didn’t use any finesse at all as I jackhammered into her. She liked it rough and I did too, so this worked for me.
“I need you to come,” I said in a gruff voice. “And then I’m gonna fuck you until we both come again.”
All she managed was a moan, so I reached around front to find her clit. It was like pushing a button because her orgasm caught me by surprise. She screamed and bucked, shuddering and clenching, until she collapsed a little.
“You’re so not done,” I chuckled.
I unsnapped her bra and removed both the bra and her shirt, leaving her beautifully naked, and now I slowed down. She’d be sensitive after an orgasm and even though we’d work back up to the rough stuff again, she needed a minute. When Margot came, it was a full-body experience, and I loved watching how it softened her, made her as vulnerable as I’d ever seen her. I wished I was looking into her eyes and made a mental note to try a little missionary sex at some point, because I wanted that connection too.
And why not now?
Impulsively, I pulled out and gently turned her over. I crawled on top of her and kissed her.
“I need to look at you,” I whispered, brushing hair out of her face. “Your gorgeous eyes, that beautiful mouth of yours… Open for me, baby.”
She spread her legs and I slid back into her. It was gloriously simple but oh-so erotic. The way she was looking at me, as if I’d hung the moon or something, did weird things to me. I was already falling hard and the time we’d been spending together the last two weeks had only sped things up in that regard. But this was intimacy at its most poignant, the two of us completely immersed in each other. It was sexual, but we’d already done the rough, sexy stuff. This was something else. And it scared the hell out of me.
“Tore…” Her voice was soft, full of emotion, and I pressed deeper.
“Margot.” I dropped my forehead to hers and our eyes locked. I moved inside of her purposefully, in and out, painstakingly slowly so we both felt every motion. Her legs came up and wrapped around me, her hips tilting for maximum penetration.
Jesus, I wasn’t going to last this way.
“I want to see your face when you come,” I whispered, nipping her lips.
“Kiss me,” she whispered back.
So I did. Our tongues matched what I was doing with my cock and she clenched around me, tighter and tighter, until her breath caught and her eyes found mine.
“Tore…” She bucked up against me and that was it for both of us.
I’d wanted to watch her face but couldn’t. My second orgasm was even harder than my first and I pumped into her with a growl, my lips crushing hers as we rocked each other into another world.
“Fuck, baby.” When I could breathe again, I collapsed on top of her, my head buried in the hollow of her shoulder. Her hair smelled like coconut, so fresh and sexy. Her warm body was molded to mine and it occurred to me I wanted to sleep like this. Not just tonight but every night.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I didn’t get overly emotional after good sex.
Well, not usually.
But I wanted her. More than I wanted to admit.
We’d fallen asleep after we made love, but then we were up at midnight finishing the Chinese food. We went at it again for a while before dozing around four in the morning. It was after nine now and I leaned over to suck on one of Margot’s nipples. I kept my touch gentle since she was still asleep, but I knew when she woke because one of her hands drifted into my hair.
“I do believe you’re insatiable,” she murmured sleepily.
“I can stop,” I said, lifting my head.
She shoved my head back into her chest and I continued my sensual wake-up call. Within a few minutes, she was moaning and straining against me, and I barely had time to get a condom on before we were going hard and fast. God damn, I’d finally found a woman whose sexual appetite matched mine, but also someone I wanted to spend time with outside the bedroom.
After we’d both had a couple of orgasms, I had to carry her into the shower, where we stood under the warm spray. She was draped against me, her head against my chest, quieter than usual.
“You okay?” I asked, gently lifting her chin. “Why are you so quiet?”
“I’ve, uh, never had a night like last night,” she said. “It was…magical.”
“I think so too.” I paused. “I’d like to have a lot more sleepovers, babe. What if we set up my guest room for Gracie so we can do this regularly and you don’t have to worry about asking Everly to watch her?”
She seemed shocked into silence so I pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
“What?” I asked. “You don’t want to?”
“I do, but… Well, there are no buts. If you want us here more often, let’s do that. Gracie will be all excited about having a second room to decorate. And you know that’s coming, right?”
I laughed. “Sure. And it’s all good. She’s my bud.”
We finished showering and I went into the kitchen to find food while she dried her hair and did whatever she did in the bathroom. I didn’t have much in the way of groceries since I ate out so much, and my normal breakfast was a protein bar or drink. That probably wouldn’t cut it with Margot, so I figured I’d take her out somewhere and then hit the grocery store once I took her home. Or maybe we could go together since she was probably better at meal-planning than I was.
“What’s for breakfast?” she asked, padding into the room.
She looked gorgeous with her hair down, light makeup and a pretty pink lip gloss that made me want to kiss her. She wore a short denim skirt and a halter top with no bra, which made my mouth water. Fuck, I was getting hard again. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Did you just get a boner when I asked about breakfast?” she demanded, laughing.
“It’s you, baby.” I reached for her, drawing her against me. “Every time I look at you, I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you up against the wall or something.”
“That’s going to be problematic when Gracie is with us.”
I chuckled. “I know.”
“Is this your way of deflecting the question about breakfast?”
“Kinda? I don’t usually do much beyond protein shakes or whatever.”
“Oh. Well, then let’s go back to Everly’s and I’ll make us breakfast.”
“L
et’s go out.”
“Let’s go to Everly’s and I’ll cook.”
“I’m down for that.” I grabbed my wallet while she went to get the overnight bag she’d brought, and we took off.
Once we were in my Ferrari, she looked around. “No wonder you don’t go grocery shopping. Where would you put them?”
I grimaced. “Yeah, I usually just buy a couple of bags and put them on the passenger seat.”
“If Gracie and I are going to be staying over, we need to have food in the house.”
“Of course. You want to go shopping after breakfast?”
“We can figure out how often we’re going to see each other and make a meal plan based on—”
“How often we’re going to see each other?” I frowned. “Between now and when hockey season starts, every day.”
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Every day? I didn’t know how to respond, but he continued before I could.
“Once hockey season starts and I have to travel, then it makes more sense for you to be at Ian’s because I won’t be around anyway, but for the next two weeks at least, I want to be with you, Margot. Don’t you want to be with me?”
“Well, yes, of course, but unlike you, this isn’t summer vacation for me. I have to work.”
“I know, but I can hang out with Gracie while you do your thing and then we’ll be together as soon as you’re done.”
“Gracie’s at school some of the time anyway. I mean, it’s pre-K so it’s not a full day, but it’s from nine to one, five days a week.”
“That works out perfectly.” He squeezed my hand. “We can go shopping this afternoon and let her pick out a few things for her room at my place, and then we’ll go to the grocery store so it’s no longer a bachelor’s kitchen.”
I smiled. Good Tore could be so damn thoughtful, it made my insides squirm with a combination of love and need. I’d never been as horny as I’d been since Fantasy Night and now that I had access to the best sex of my life on a daily basis, I wanted it constantly.
“Are you prepared for a Sidewinders guest room?”
“Better than pink.”
Gracie was completely enamored with the Sidewinders. She wore the team’s colors, which were blue and gold, as often as she could get away with, watched all the games she was allowed to stay up for and then I had to record the ones that were too late. She loved her “uncles” on the team and they seemed to love her too. Tore had always been her favorite, though, even more so than Ian, with whom we lived. She loved Jamie and Viggo too, but that was because they were J.J.’s daddies.
We got to the house and I made eggs and bacon for Tore and me, while Gracie chatted endlessly about grown-up sleepovers and how she wanted to come next time. Which gave us the perfect opening to tell her about our potential new arrangement.
“Tore and I were thinking that maybe you should come on our next sleepover,” I told her. “In fact, we might stay with him for a few days.”
Gracie’s eyes rounded. “At Tore’s house?”
“It’s an apartment,” Tore said with a smile. “But yeah. I have a second bedroom and you could get some Sidewinders stuff for it if you want?”
“Yes!” She pumped her little fist and climbed into his lap. “Can we paint the walls blue?”
“I have to ask if I’m allowed to paint,” he said. “’Cause I just rent, but if not, we can get blue curtains and maybe a blue rug. What do you think?”
“Cool!”
I got a pad and pen as they chatted about decorating her room. We’d need almost all the basics, because beyond salt, pepper, ketchup, and mustard, Tore didn’t have much in the way of staples.
Eggs.
Milk.
Butter.
Bread.
Bacon.
The list got longer and longer and I frowned as I looked up at him. “How many days are we planning meals for?”
“I figure a week’s worth, though I’m sure we’ll go out for some of them. Speaking of which, Nate is hosting the team’s annual end-of-summer party on Saturday and I said we were going… Is that okay?”
“Are kids allowed?”
“Oh, yeah. This is a free-for-all. Kids, spouses, parents. We do it every year. Usually Toli, Cody or our old coach, Coach Barnett, would host, but this year Nate volunteered. Almost like a changing of the guard since so many of the older players on the team have started to retire and stuff.”
“Then it sounds like fun. Do we need to bring anything?”
“Host provides liquor and meat. Guests bring side dishes and desserts.”
“What do you want me to make?” I asked him. “Jamie loves my macaroni salad, but Ian prefers my caramel apple cheesecake.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “You make caramel apple cheesecake and haven’t made it for me?”
I started adding the ingredients to the list.
Though we hadn’t made it official, we’d essentially moved in with Tore. Within two days of that last conversation, we’d bought all kinds of stuff for Gracie’s room, I’d packed two suitcases of clothes and all our toiletries, and we hadn’t gone home in days. Gracie loved her new room and couldn’t wait to go to bed at night. She already had Tore wrapped around her little finger, reading her story after story at bedtime and asking him to drive her to school each morning. She’d even been ambivalent about going to Disneyland, so we’d scrapped the trip and focused on doing things here in town.
On one hand, I loved it. On the other, it made me nervous. She was getting more attached than ever, and frankly, so was I. While Tore had been on his absolute best behavior lately, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Hockey season started in a few days and I wasn’t sure how that was going to impact us. Once he was on the road and our schedules kept us apart, would he continue to be as attentive? Gracie understood that her Sidewinders uncles had to go to work, so they were busier than normal during the season, but it was different with Tore. She was glued to his side most of the day and it worried me.
“What are you wearing to the party?” Tore was asking me as we got up that Saturday morning.
“The other girls are wearing shorts or sundresses with bathing suits underneath, so I was going to do the same,” I said, turning to him. “Why? Did you want me to wear six-inch stilettos and a leather bustier?”
His eyes widened playfully. “Is that an option? ’Cause yes!”
We laughed as I rolled my eyes. “Not for a cookout by the pool. Sorry.”
“Darn.” He leaned over to kiss me. “So…bikini under the shorts?”
I frowned. “I don’t usually wear bikinis in public.”
“I know.”
Our eyes met. “What, um… Why do you want me to wear a bikini?”
“Because summer’s almost over and it’s hot? Because it’s a great opportunity for me to stare at your body all day and—”
“And for your teammates’ supermodel-skinny wives to see how much bigger than them I am,” I muttered, folding my arms across my chest.
He arched a brow. “Seriously? What are you talking about? Your body is amazing.”
“It’s okay, but I’ve had a baby, and outside the bedroom, I don’t want people seeing my stretch marks and stuff.”
“But you can barely see them,” he protested. “And anyway, even in a one-piece suit, the one on the inside of your thigh would be visible. Not that anyone is getting close enough to your thighs to see it.”
I shook my head. “I’m pretty self-conscious about my body, and I’ve seen some of your teammates’ wives. Lexi Rousseau? She’s gorgeous, literally a freakin’ rock star. How can I wear a bikini in front of her?”
“Because she’s straight and really not interested in what you look like in a bathing suit?”
“You don’t get it,” I whispered harshly, suddenly on the verge of tears. “Women are mean.”
“Well, sure, some are, but not these women.” He reached for me but I turned away.
“I’ve learned the hard w
ay to protect myself and—”
“And now that we’re together, that’s my job,” he interrupted. “Not in a me-Tarzan-you-Jane way, but in general, no one is ever going to hurt you on my watch.”
“You can’t stop what people say in private. What they think. The broke, single mom latching on to the rich hockey player.”
“So this really has nothing to do with the bathing suit,” he said, sliding his arms around me from behind. “This is about you. And me, I guess. You know I don’t think that, right? I’ve been chasing you for a year, Margot. That’s a long time to play hard to get if you’re after my money.”
“You and I know that, but I’ve already experienced the stigma of being a single mom without a decent job, living off her best friend and her rich hockey player husband. If Everly and I hadn’t been besties since we were five years old, I probably would have died of humiliation by now.”
“First of all.” He gently turned me to face him. “The only opinions that matter are ours. Yours and mine. I suppose Everly’s and Ian’s too, since we’re so close to them, but they don’t think that way either. Everything else is bullshit. I know a lot of these guys and their wives, and they’re not judgmental like that. Zakk’s wife was widowed with two kids when they started dating, and now they’ve had two more. I can’t remember what she looks like in a bikini, but do you think he gave a shit what anyone thought when they got together? Or what anyone thinks of her post-baby body?”
“My own parents think I’m a loser,” I whispered, the tears I’d been fighting now spilling over.
“You’re not a loser. Oh, baby.” He pulled me against his chest and kissed the top of my head. “I wish you wouldn’t say stuff like that. Gracie’s dad, her sperm donor, put you in this situation. Yeah, it takes two to tango, but once there was a baby, he needed to step up, no matter what his feelings were for you.”
“But he didn’t.”
“No, he didn’t, and you’ve proven just how strong and brave you are. Even though you’ve had some help, you’ve survived on your own. You could have given her up for adoption or had an abortion, but you chose to keep her, raise her, and most of all, you love her. Everyone who meets Gracie loves her too, and while part of it is her personality, part of it is because you’re raising this awesome little kid who’s secure enough in herself and her foundation to love the people around her.”
