“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.