Love Slave for Two: Reckoning [Love Slave for Two 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

“Does Nevvie know?”

“Again, duh. We figured when you were ready to talk to us about it, you would.” Tom stroked Tyler’s hair. “For someone as smart as you are, sometimes you’re as thick as a brick shithouse. You know that?” He grinned again.

Tyler let out a laugh. “You do have a colorful way of sweet-talking me, my love.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the wordsmith in the family. I’m the architect. If you really want me to wax poetic, I’ll need a set of blueprints to look over.”

Tyler laced his fingers through Tom’s and softly told him of the dreams. Tom’s expression of good humor faded. When Tyler finished, Tom looked positively grim.

“Ty,” he softly said, “why didn’t you talk to us? You know we’re here for you.”

“I didn’t want to thrust my burdens on your shoulders.”

Tom squeezed his hand. “We love you. That means that we’re in this together. All of us. You keep thinking you’ve got the market cornered on big shoulders, and you don’t.”

“Do you think I should tell Nevvie?”

“Good grief, duh. Maybe if you tell her, oh, I don’t know, Dr. Kenning might be right that the dreams could ease up when you quit holding shit in.”

Later that afternoon, after the boys awoke from their naps, Tom and Andrew took them down to the pond to teach them to fish. Tyler curled up on the couch with Nevvie and told her what he’d told Tom.

When he finished, she smacked him on the shoulder. Startled, he rubbed it. “Ow! Love, what was that for?”

“For you being such a pigheaded jerk, that’s why.” She grabbed him and kissed him. “I thought we went through this a few months ago in Yellowstone. Quit keeping stuff to yourself.”

“Or you’ll beat me up?”

“Yeah.” She poked him in the shoulder. “Maybe I’ll have to change my mind about not getting toppy with you after all.”

He cupped the back of her head, getting a fistful of hair in the process, and deeply kissed her. “Are you so very sure about that, my dear, sweet pet?” he asked when he finally lifted his mouth from hers several minutes later.

Her face flushed with color. She gasped. “What? Um, okay, maybe not.”

He smiled. “I didn’t think so.” He nibbled on her ear lobe. “Perhaps I need to remind my pet again tonight who her Master is.”

She let out a soft whine. “Uh-huh!”

* * * *

By the time the three of them crawled into bed a little before eleven that night, Nevvie had forgotten about the exchange with Tyler on the couch. Nevvie had been caught up in last-minute preparations for Karen’s wedding and helping Peggy and Kelly clean the house.

She didn’t miss the playful look on both men’s faces, or the fact that both their cocks were hard.

She eyed them. “What’s going on?”

Tyler crooked a finger at her in a come-hither motion. When he cupped the back of her neck and fisted her hair, the afternoon’s exchange came back to her.

Along with a flood of moisture to her pussy.

“Did our little slave forget what I told her earlier?” he asked, his blue eyes searing her to the very depths of her soul.

“Uh-uh.”

He arched an eyebrow at her.

She swallowed, her mouth dry as apparently her spit was joining the juices in her pussy. “No, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” Tyler tipped his head at Tom, who’d apparently been briefed in advance. He laid her on the bed on her back, ass at the end of the bed.

He smiled before swinging a leg over her head. “Open wide, little slave.”

She laughed, but did, softly moaning as his cock slid between her lips. Then he lowered his head to her pussy and started lapping at her clit with his tongue.

Her moans grew louder, echoed by him as the vibrations spread through his cock.

“Very good,” Tyler said. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but when he lifted her legs and spread them, she had a good idea. Sure enough, his stiff cock sank home inside her pussy, making her moan again, answered by Tom moaning against her clit.

“Ah, both my pets love that.” He took a hard stroke, slamming home deep inside her. She couldn’t help but moan. What Tom’s hot tongue did to her clit magnified every move Tyler made.

“Make her come, Thomas,” Tyler softly grunted as he started to fuck her hard and fast. “I want to feel her sweet little cunt swallowing my cock.”

Her heart melted at the tone of Tyler’s voice more than his words. She sucked Tom’s cock harder, which in turn earned her faster flicks of his tongue. Within seconds, the first climax hit her.

“Yess!” Tyler hissed. “Again.”

Tom latched onto her swollen clit with his lips and began sucking. Not even finished with the first orgasm, a second, more explosive one swept through her body. Involuntarily, she opened wider and swallowed Tom’s cock, her nose nestled in his sac. His musky scent filled her lungs as she desperately worked to make him come, wanting his juices to fill her mouth.

He let out a grunt as his body stiffened, followed by his cock growing harder before it began pulsing. Her happy moan set off another moan in Tom, who went after her clit like a dog with a favorite toy.

Her body unhinged, the slick walls of her cunt squeezing Tyler’s cock inside her, hitting her G-spot and intensifying the feelings of her release.

“Yes!” Tyler gasped, taking another hard, deep stroke before falling still between her legs.

Tom rolled off her, finally allowing them both to catch their breaths. She looked up at Tyler, who wore a triumphant smile. “Did that refresh your memory, pet?” he asked.

She laughed. “Yes, Master. You wore me out.”

“Aw, my poor, sweet little disheveled pet.” He pulled out and crawled up the bed to lie next to her. He took her into his arms and kissed her as Tom changed positions to spoon with her. “You are such a very good girl.”

She happily snuggled between them, feeling herself already pulled toward sleep. “Thank you, Masters.”

* * * *

Tyler lay there and watched them both fall asleep. He listened to the sound of their breathing as it slowed and evened out.

When he awoke the next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. Tom still lay in bed next to him, awake and watching the morning news on TV.

“Sleep good, buddy?” he asked.

Tyler smiled. “Actually, yes, I did.”

“How do I look?” Karen turned from the mirror in Nevvie’s room. Her simple, understated white satin dress looked perfect on her. She’d opted for one that only reached mid-calf since they’d be outside, and she wanted to be able to kick her sandals off for the reception.

“Beautiful,” Peggy assured her. “You’re a beautiful bride, sugar.”

Everyone else nodded. Nevvie, Kelly, Laurie, Elle, and the other Kinsey sisters were all gathered together to help her get ready.

Nevvie’s light blue cotton sundress, in the same color as the balloons and other decorations, was comfortable. And as promised, it easily fit Nevvie’s growing belly. With two girls, her baby bump felt more like a baby blimp. Even though Karen and Bill were only having a maid of honor and a best man, the other Kinsey sisters also wore light blue dresses the same shade as Nevvie’s, only in a slightly different, but still casual style.

Andrew knocked on the door before poking his head in. “I have one nervous groom standing in front of an open refrigerator and sweating his bollocks off. Are we almost ready, ladies?”

“He’s only sweating because he drank a little too much at his bachelor party last night,” Karen playfully quipped. “Tell him his butt better be waiting for me down by the pond, or I’ll sic Nevvie and her shotgun on him.”

“Right.” He disappeared.

Nevvie giggled. “I told Tommy not to let him get toasted last night.”

“Oh, please. Who do you think egged him on?” Karen said as she took one last look in the mirror. “I know my brother. It was far funnier for him and everyone else to get Bill drunk. I liked to never got the Groucho Marx mustache and eyebrows off him. I didn’t know Sharpie marker was so hard to clean up.”

“I heard Danny was the culprit there,” Peggy said. “That’s what Andy told me.”

“Remind me to make sure Danny’s girlfriend catches the bouquet then,” Karen said. “That’ll put the fear of God into that boy.”

The photographer came in to take a few more pictures. Then everyone else left Karen and Nevvie alone in the bedroom.

Karen took a deep breath. “I know I’m already living with him, but this is scary.”

“Good kind of scary?”

“Yep. I just wish Daddy was here.”

Tommy knocked before entering. “You ready? Everyone’s taking their places.”

She gave Nevvie one last hug. “Tell ole Blue Eyes he lucked out.”

Nevvie laughed at the old joke. “Will do. I’ll wait for you out on the porch.”

* * * *

Tom stepped into the room. “You ready, sis?” His heart pinched a little in his chest. He loved her and was over-the-moon happy for her, but he wished their dad was here giving her away.

Karen nodded. “Yeah.”

“You look beautiful.”

“And?”

“No, no ‘and.’ I mean it. You really do look beautiful.”

“Thanks, bro.” She waved her hands at her face. “Crap. Don’t make me cry yet. I don’t want to look like a raccoon.”

He took her arm in his. “You’ll look fine. And I already caught Momma sniffling a few times, so you aren’t the first to cry.”

“Good. Let’s do it.”

He walked her out to the porch. The music started, and Nevvie and Bill’s brother headed down toward the arch. Adam followed behind, carefully balancing the small satin pillow the rings were tied to, and took his place next to Nevvie.

Tom didn’t expect the lump that welled up in his throat when they reached the preacher and he asked, “Who gives this woman away?”

Tom swallowed hard to clear the catch in his throat. “Our mother does.”

He kissed Karen’s cheek before stepping aside to stand next to Mom, Dad, and his sisters. Karen had opted not to have chairs for the ceremony, only in the reception tent, both as an excuse to keep the ceremony short and to lessen the work they’d have in cleaning up later.

Peggy hooked her arm through Tom’s and patted his arm. When he looked down at her, she smiled up at him.

* * * *

Tom and Peggy had been astute enough to secure the help of several of the cousins in advance for cleanup duties. After Karen and Bill departed, Tom sent Nevvie back to the house.

She jammed her hands against her hips. “I’m not an invalid!”

“We don’t care, baby girl!” Tom shot back as he pointed at the house. “Go!”

Peggy laughed. “I wouldn’t argue with him, sugar. I’ve seen that look on his face before.”

“Argh! Fine!” She threw her hands up in frustration and returned to the house. Mikey and Adam, exhausted from all the commotion and on the back end of a sugar rush from the wedding cake, had fallen asleep on the couch. Laurie sat in the recliner doing homework and keeping an eye on them.

“They wouldn’t let you help, huh?” she asked Nevvie.

“No.” She stared down at her boys. “They look like little angels when they’re this age. Then they turn into annoying men. Remember that.”

Laurie laughed and put her textbook aside to help Nevvie carry them into their room. “If this is going to be a big-sister lecture on safe sex, please don’t. Trust me, I don’t mind babysitting, but I don’t know if I even want kids of my own.”

“Smart girl.” That wasn’t an exaggeration. Laurie was in advanced classes in English and math. She wanted to be a computer engineer and get a doctorate in it. After the incident, Nevvie had a couple of age-appropriate discussions with her little sister about making smart choices and not letting herself give up her dreams for a man.

That any man who truly loved her would always encourage her to follow her dreams.

After the boys were in bed, Nevvie grabbed a shower and was lying in bed reading when her men finally came in.

“Everything cleaned up?”

The men had changed into shorts and T-shirts after the reception. “Yep,” Tom said as he stripped off his shirt. “All that’s left is for the rental company to come get the tent and folding chairs and stuff tomorrow.”

She sighed at the sight of his yummy abdomen. Her men could still turn her on. Tyler also pulled off his T-shirt. “I shall sleep well tonight,” he said.

Nevvie, who’d been reading a hot Cooper McKenzie book, let out a soft, disappointed sigh.

Tom arched an eyebrow at her. “What was that for?”

“What?”

Tyler turned to her. “You know what. That little ‘aw’ sound you just made.”

She blushed and turned off her Kindle. “Nothing.”

The men exchanged a glance before looking at her again. “Nothing?” Tom asked. “That wasn’t a nothing sound.” He pushed his shorts down, revealing his cock stiffening in interest.

She swallowed. “Well, maybe not nothing. But you guys are tired.”