Love Slave for Two: Family Matters (37 page)

She dropped her head to Tom’s hip. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and closed her eyes. “How about I just lie here and enjoy it?”

Tyler chuckled. He leaned over and trailed kissed down her spine. “That’s fine with me, love. Ah! Thomas, did I say you could play with my balls?”

Below her, Nevvie felt Thomas laughing. He mumbled something that sounded like, “Sorry, Master.”

“Sneaky thing, trying to make me come faster. Not that it didn’t feel good, but I want to take my time and enjoy this.”

Nevvie closed her eyes and sighed. “That makes two of us.” Tom’s skilled tongue gently traced her clit, alternating between long, sweet strokes and gentle flicks. Her fingers tightened around his cock, which felt even more rigid than before. She hoped that meant he would be giving her a good hard fucking when Tyler finished.

“How is our sweet boy treating you, love?”

She teased Tom with a swipe of her tongue along his shaft. “He’s being a very good boy.”

Tommy moaned.

Tyler took his time, alternating long, slow thrusts with quick, deeper ones. Combined with the tongue between her legs, Nevvie hovered on the edge, the men working in tandem, prolonging her pleasure.

“Do you wish to come, love?” Tyler gasped.

“Please!”

“Hurry, Thomas. I’m very close.”

She moaned as Tom’s lips wrapped around her clit and he gently sucked. The familiar explosion ripped through her. She ground against his face, crying out as Tyler grabbed her hips and deeply fucked her.

Tyler’s climax wasn’t far behind. He slammed home one final time as his fingers dug into her hips, clinging to her. When he caught his breath he carefully rolled to his side and pulled her with him, his arm hooked around her waist. She didn’t let go of Tom’s cock.

Tyler’s breath against her neck sent a pleasant wave of gooseflesh across her shoulders. “How was that, darling?” he asked.

She tipped her head back. “Fantastic.”

Thomas reached over and stroked her thigh. “Did I do good…Mistress?”

Nevvie laughed. “You did great.”

Thomas flexed his hips, trying to get a little traction from her hand on his cock. “Does your good boy get a reward?”

Tyler reached over and stroked Tom’s bare sac. “Patience, dear one. Let me savor the moment a while longer.” Thomas made a little noise. Tyler chuckled. “Don’t whine, it’s unbecoming.”

Nevvie snickered. “He was a very good boy, Master Tyler.”

Tyler’s fingers idly stroked Tom’s sac. “In a moment. I’m enjoying this.” As ordered, Thomas now kept himself thoroughly shaved between his legs. Nevvie and Tyler loved playing with their slave boy’s bare nether regions.

The extra attention didn’t help Tom’s condition. He wiggled his hips even more. “This is torture. You said I was a good boy.”

Tyler prompted Nevvie to sit up. He leaned over and wrapped his lips around the tip of his lover’s cock and slowly circled it with his tongue. “You were absolutely a good boy, Thomas. That’s why we’re going to make this last for you.”

“Torturin’ me.”

“I should think you’d be thanking us. We could always tie you up in bed and make you spend the night with your toy up your arse and no relief in sight.”

Nevvie snickered. “That would be mean.”

Tyler shrugged. “We don’t usually punish our boy. Maybe he needs a reminder of who’s in charge. What do you think, darling?”

“He
was
a good boy.”

Tyler made a big show of considering it, played with Tom’s sac as he did, and gently pushed the butt plug a little deeper in Tom’s ass. “What kind of reward did he earn, love?’

“I think he earned a fucking.”

“Did he now? Was he that good?”

She nodded, then leaned over and kissed Thomas. “He was.” When she stroked Tom’s cheek he caught her fingers and sucked them into his mouth.

Tyler laughed and released his lover after a final kiss on the tip of his cock. “Very well, then.”

Nevvie scrambled to change position, lying on her back as Thomas rolled on top of her. When he slid his thick cock inside her he paused, enjoying the feel of her slick muscles around him. Tyler knelt behind him and rested his hand on Tom’s ass.

“How’s she feel, love?”

Thomas dropped his head to Nevvie’s shoulder, his lips against her neck. “Wonderful.”

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead. “Take your time and enjoy it. You earned it.”

He slowly worked his hips, his cock filling and fucking her. She knew she wouldn’t come again, not like this, but simply enjoyed the feeling.

Tyler slid his hand between his lover’s legs and cupped his sac. “You may take your time—if you can hold back.”

Thomas groaned.

With his other hand, Tyler pressed on the butt plug, holding it firmly in place and triggering another moan from Thomas.

“Good luck holding back,” Tyler teased.

He knew how to torment Thomas.

Nevvie wrapped her legs tightly around Tom’s waist. “Fuck me, baby,” she said. She trailed her fingers down his back. “Fuck me real good.”

She rolled her hips in time with his, her fingers tangled in his hair. Then Tyler played dirty and leaned down, ran his tongue along the underside of Tom’s sac.

“Fuck!” He took a final, hard thrust and fell still. “That was mean,” he mumbled against her neck.

Tyler sat up and patted him on the ass. “No, mean would have been not letting you come at all. Hmm, now there’s an idea. Maybe I should look into buying you one of those chastity devices.”

Nevvie snickered. “That
would
be mean.”

Thomas finally rolled off her and carefully got out of bed, walking a little oddly with the butt plug in him, and went to clean up. Tyler took his place next to Nevvie.

“That would be pretty mean,” she said with a snicker.

“I know,” Tyler agreed. “I don’t think I have the heart to do that to our boy anyway. He’s been so good.”

She nodded. He had. Not only had she completely forgiven him for his indiscretion, neither she nor Tyler had an urge to throw it in his face. If anything, it had been exactly the mental slap Thomas needed to get his head on straight and jump-start his emotional healing. She wouldn’t complain about that. When she’d asked Thomas a few months earlier if he wanted to end his new slave game, he’d smiled, shrugged, and pulled her into his arms.

“It’s whatever Master and Mistress want to do,” he’d said. “I’m having fun.”

In other words, no. As long as Nevvie got to have her turn when she wanted, she didn’t mind.

Thomas returned a few minutes later and she tightly snuggled between them, falling into a sweet, sated sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Nevvie smiled as she packed for their trip. Remembering the first time she accompanied her boys—the men—to Peggy’s Savannah home brought a smile to Nevvie’s face. Terrified didn’t begin to describe how she’d felt.

Emily’s less than warm reception didn’t help matters either.

Now she looked forward to their drives. Mikey was eight months old and it would be his first Christmas. They’d arrive in Savannah four days before Christmas and stay through New Year’s, allowing Tommy plenty of time to spend with his family as well as give the little boys time with their grandma and aunts.

Well, except for Emily.

Because of the baby gear and gifts, Nevvie opted to take the Ridgeline. Tyler volunteered to ride in the back seat with the kids, letting Thomas stretch his leg in the front seat. Nevvie did most of the driving, only letting Tommy take over when they were two hours south of Peggy’s large home.

Her grandmother radar finely-tuned, Peggy waited on the large wrap-around porch when they emerged from the long, rutted driveway that wound through the woods and into the huge yard.

Adam happily screamed from his car seat. “Gwamma!”

A surprise, Emily’s twin son and daughter would also be staying at the house. Peggy told Nevvie this after they’d finished unpacking into the two bedrooms they’d use and had settled at the kitchen table. Tommy and Tyler were in the living room with everyone else, leaving Peggy and Nevvie alone.

“Why aren’t they staying at Em’s house?”

Peggy looked at her glass of iced tea. “Apparently they aren’t very happy with their mother either, even after all this time.”

Nevvie nodded. “Who told them?”

“Karen, of course.”

“Ah.” Nevvie trailed her fingers through the condensation on the outside of her glass. “They don’t have a problem with us?”

“Hell no. They’ve always liked Tyler. They love their uncle Tommy. They like you even though they don’t know you that well. I think Elle’s words were, ‘I wish I could get that deal.’”

Nevvie blushed, unsure how to respond. “She wouldn’t want what we’ve been through.” They hadn’t told Peggy or the rest of the family about Tommy’s lapse in judgment. Tyler and Nevvie agreed their boy did a good enough job beating himself up that they didn’t need to involve anyone else.

They also hadn’t told Tom’s family about the trike.

Peggy reached out and laid her hand over Nevvie’s. Nevvie met her gaze. Peggy’s brown eyes looked full of sadness. “You’ve done good. They are where they are because of you.”

Nevvie shook her head. “Damn good doctors put my boys back together.”

“Don’t you dare discount the role you played in their recovery. You worked your ass off, rode them, made sure they had the care and physical therapy they needed. You fought for them, Nevvie. And they fought to stay with you, because they love you.” She patted Nevvie’s hand before letting go and sitting back in her seat. “Enjoy life, sugar. God knows you’ve earned it.”

“Why the hell did Emily name them Daniel and Danielle?”

Peggy snorted. “Because she thought it was cute at the time, even though we all told her it was a damn stupid idea. No one’s ever called that girl Danielle except for her hard-headed mother.”

They talked for a few more minutes. Speak of the devil, Elle walked into the kitchen and made a beeline for her grandmother. “We’re here,” she announced, hugging Peggy. With a hesitant smile she hugged Nevvie. “Hi, Nevvie.” Nevvie hadn’t seen the twins since the Christmas before “the incident.”

Nevvie smiled in return, reassuring the girl. “Hi, Elle. It’s good to see you. Your brother’s here too?”

Elle seemed to relax. “Yeah, he’s out there with Uncle Tommy and Tyler.” She slid into a chair across from Nevvie. “I want to say something now, and this is from me and Danny.” She looked at her hands and took a deep breath. “I know it’s not our fault what Mom did, but we were really pissed when Aunt Karen told us, okay? I mean, what business is it of hers what you guys do? I hope you don’t hold it against us.”

Nevvie shook her head. “No, I don’t blame anyone but your mom, Elle. It’s okay. It’s done, it’s over. Let’s just enjoy the holidays, okay?”

Elle relaxed. “Okay. Thanks.”

* * * *

When Adam Kinsey built the house, he kept in mind the needs of his five older daughters and one lone baby son. Three of the girls had their own bedrooms, as did Thomas. Thomas got the added benefit of his own private bathroom that he didn’t have to share with his sisters.

After Nevvie’s first nerve-wracking Thanksgiving weekend at the Kinsey house, Peggy had gone out and bought a large king-sized bed for Tom’s old room. Instead of one of them falling out of a full-sized bed, as happened to Tommy that first weekend, they could comfortably sleep together. They settled the babies in the bedroom across the hall with a baby monitor to keep an ear out.

As exhausted as she felt, Nevvie curled between her two men and almost immediately drifted to sleep. The next morning she started to get up when she heard Mikey fussing, but Tyler placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll take care of him, love. You sleep in.”

She mumbled her thanks and cuddled closer to Thomas.

The door opened, closed, then she heard Tyler’s voice on the baby monitor.

Tommy’s soft laugh in her ear warmed her heart. “He’s a good daddy.”

She rolled over so she could look into his eyes. “You both are.”

“I’m sick and tired of the rat race, sugar. I want to be home. I don’t want to work my ass off and miss them growing up.” He took a deep breath. “I’m thinking about taking Kenny up on his offer. I’d still own the building, it’d give us some good income for a lot of years, and I’ll have a provision that I can always take it over again if he backs out.”

“Will you be happy doing that?”

“I can still do design work when the mood strikes me. I can be choosy.” He stroked her cheek. “Life’s too short to waste it working all the time. This is what I busted my ass for all those years, to get to a place where I can say dammit, I want to sleep in and stay home, and afford to do it.”

“What about me?”

“If you want to work there, you can. Kenny would kill to keep you.”

This was exactly why she’d busted her ass, to make a better life for herself, to improve herself, get to the point where she could be self-sufficient if she wanted to be.

But she wanted to be a mom. A wife. She wanted to enjoy the love of these two men, and she’d fought damn hard to bring them back to her.

“Maybe Tyler would benefit from me being around more, so all he has to do is write.”

Thomas’ smile lit his entire face. “Nakey naptime.”

She laughed, burying her face in his shoulder. “Only for another year or so. Then Adam will be in pre-K.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Even better. Nakey school time.”

She fingered the silver collar around his neck. He’d never asked to take it off, and frankly, she wasn’t sure where the key was. “Maybe you’ll be the one getting nakey.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.” He rolled on top of her, his stiff erection poking her thigh.

She put her arms around him. “Everyone’s going to be up soon.”

“I’m up right now, baby girl.” He kissed her. “Is Mistress ordering me to stop?” He nuzzled her throat, running his tongue around the hollow at the base of her neck.

Nevvie tangled her fingers in his hair. “No. Don’t stop.”

He disappeared under the covers, lifting the oversized T-shirt she’d slept in above her breasts. He gently sucked one, then the other, drawing soft moans from her. In her belly a dull, needy ache settled deep between her legs.