She moved down the flowerbed, stretching to reach a weed on the far side near the fence. Almost like Thomas’ favorite position…
Okay, so not helping—
“Isn’t that a lovely sight.”
She jumped, startled. She turned to see Tyler, wearing shorts and nothing else, smiling at her.
“I thought you were working.”
He sucked an orange Popsicle, working on it in a way that made her pussy quiver. “I was. I stopped for a break and I spied an angel in my backyard.” He squatted beside her, his eyes holding hers. “Or are you a devil in disguise?” He touched the cold treat to her lips.
She ran her tongue around the tip of the frozen snack. “I suppose that’s for you to decide, isn’t it?”
The front of his shorts tented. “How do you suppose I determine that?” he whispered hoarsely.
This wasn’t helping, but screw it, she was horny and it wasn’t like she was interrupting his work. She sat back on her heels. “I guess you’ll just have to figure that out for yourself.” She stripped off her shirt and went back to her weeding, casting a “fuck me” glance over her shoulder.
He reached out with one hand and slid the shorts down her backside. She kicked them off, leaving her totally naked as she knelt on the grass. He caressed her cheeks with his left hand and whispered, “Just keep doing what you’re doing, love.”
She did, and when his hand explored between her legs she spread them a little, a hungry moan escaping her.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” he asked.
She nodded, hanging her head and watching his hand between her legs. Sweat trickled down her back and neck in the hot sun, and so what if she ended up with a hellacious sunburn? She didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.
After a moment he pulled his hand away, resting it on her hip. She moaned. “No…please don’t stop…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not. It looks like you’re very hot, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
She nodded.
“Would you like me to cool you off?”
She nodded, wiggling her hips, hoping he’d do something, anything, to get her off.
He placed his hand on the small of her back. “Hold still, then, and let me cool you off.”
She jumped when she felt something cold between her legs—the Popsicle—but he kept his hand on her back, firmly holding her in place. He swirled it around her entrance, running it over her clit and then slowly inserted it, fucking her with it.
She moaned. The cold in contrast to how hot she was made her shiver with pleasure.
“Do you like that?” He fucked her with a slow, deep rhythm, knowing her body, knowing what he was doing to her.
“Mmm.”
“Spread your legs wider, sweetheart.” She did while he changed position. Then he was lying under her, his lips and tongue massaging her swollen nub while he fucked the frozen treat into her. It didn’t take long.
“Oh, Tyler!” She exploded, grinding against him while he kept wave after wave of pleasure racing through her body. She collapsed, her head on her forearms as he slid out from under her. She rolled over on her back in the grass, trying to catch her breath, his hand still between her legs holding the Popsicle—what was left of it—in place. He finally sat up and removed it, then sucked on it.
“So, are you angel or devil?”
She crooked her finger and he lay beside her, propped on one elbow. She opened her mouth and he touched the treat to her lips. She sucked on it, her eyes never leaving his. He pulled it out and kissed her, then tossed it away and rolled on top of her. At some point he’d removed his shorts and he slid into her, both moaning as he buried his throbbing cock into her wet and ready sex.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he fucked her. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re a beautiful angel, Nevvie. My sweet angel with a devilish streak that has me under your control.”
She grabbed the back of his head, grinding her mouth and hips into him. Then she broke their kiss and whispered in his ear, “Then fuck your angel, Tyler, and feel what heaven’s like.”
“Jesus!” He came, burying himself deep inside her, and she felt him climax. She held him, whispering to him. When he stopped trembling he rolled to his side, still holding her, kissing her neck.
After a few minutes he sat up and smiled. “You all right, love?”
“Yeah. But now we’re sticky.” They had pieces of grass stuck to them, especially where the melted, sticky juice coated their skin.
He beamed. “I could make a few jokes, but I think we should shower before the ants find us.” He leaned over and caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes. “I love you, Nevvie,” he said. “I love you so much.”
She kissed him. “I love you too.” She loved him, and Thomas, more each day.
He stood, helped her to her feet, and led her to the shower. They managed to clean up without making love again, although she noticed him twitching with interest while she dried off.
* * * *
She already knew Thomas wasn’t eating dinner with them, so she fixed a light supper for Tyler. He kissed her before returning to his study.
“Oh, sweet, I laid an outfit on the bed for you. I know Thomas was planning on working on the Ford for a little while when he got home, something about a distributor hat.”
“Cap.”
He smiled. “Right. Distributor cap. I thought you might want to help. Have fun.” He kissed her then retreated to his office with a cup of hot tea, closing the door.
On their bed lay a spandex micro skirt and a short crop top, one that barely covered the bottoms of her breasts. On the floor he’d laid out her fuck me stiletto heels. She smiled, knowing Tyler wanted Thomas to have some solo fun with her.
There was absolutely no jealousy between the men. If one of them wanted time alone with her, they simply asked and the other willingly gave it. They rarely asked though. The time seemed to naturally happen, like today, with one offering the other equal time.
She enjoyed time alone with each, but loved having them together, the decadent treat of two willing men devoted to giving her mind-blowing pleasure.
She felt like a queen.
Nevvie changed clothes. When she heard the garage door slide up she quickly peeked outside and saw the Ridgeline parked in the drive. Smiling, she stepped into the garage and enjoyed watching Thomas’ stunned look turn to one of pleased appraisal. He carried a couple of plastic bags from an auto parts store, and when he was all the way inside he said, “Hit the button.”
She did, and the door slid shut. He dropped the bags next to the Ford and crooked his finger at her. She sashayed to him and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply.
Nevvie moaned when his cock stiffened against her. He nibbled on her ear. “Are you wet, baby girl?”
“I am now.”
He slid his hands down her back, gently massaging her ass before sliding lower. “Then what should we do about that?”
She looked into his eyes. In a sultry voice she whispered, “Whatever Master wants to do.”
“Damn, girl, you know what that does to me!” His voice deepened to a husky growl. She knew he was more than ready. “Why don’t we go into the bedroom?”
She playfully traced his ear with her tongue. “Because we wouldn’t want to disturb Master Tyler while he’s working. He sent me out here to you. He thought you might want some help with the truck. I’m all yours.”
Thomas laughed. “Nailed you today, did he?”
She grinned. “This morning in the backyard while I was bent over weeding.”
“You can tell me all the details later, little slave.” With his lips on hers he backed her against the hood of the Ford. He ran his hands up her waist and gently massaged her breasts, sending shockwaves straight to her pussy. Then he softly nibbled her nipples, tugging on them with his lips, making her moan. She felt the moisture between her legs and tried to grind against his thigh, begging for relief.
With his arms around her he backed her away from the truck and opened the door, then laid her on the seat, putting her legs over his shoulders and lifting her skirt. He knelt between her spread thighs. “What would my little slave like?”
“Please make me come, Master!” The feel of his breath against her clit drove her nuts. She ached for his touch.
“Like this?” With his tongue he traced a slow, sensuous line from her clit down to her pussy, rimmed her virgin rosette, and then back up again, drawing several feather-light, slow circles around her nub.
She moaned. “Oh, God, yes!”
“Or, like this?” He firmly stroked down with his tongue, inserting it in her pussy and slowly swirled, tasting her.
She moaned again, louder. “Please!”
“Tell me what your other master did to you today, my sweet little slave.”
Nearly mad with need, she gasped out the story. When she got to the part where Tyler had fucked her with the Popsicle, Thomas inserted two, then three fingers into her pussy and slowly stroked her.
“Like this?”
“Uh huh!”
“I must say, Master Tyler is very creative.” He laved her clit again and she squirmed against his hand, trying to fuck his fingers. “So, will you come as hard for me as you did for him?” With that he gently sucked her swollen nub, pushing her over the top.
She grabbed his hair, grinding into him. “Oh, God, yes!”
When he was sure she’d finished he kissed his way to her navel, licking and running his tongue along her flesh to her breasts, suckling one, then the other. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, unzipping his pants, his cock stiff and ready. He placed it at her entrance and teased her with it, kissing her left ankle and nibbling.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!”
He kissed her other ankle. “How badly you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Real bad.” She met his eyes and felt their connection. Tyler could ring her bell every time, but if she wanted to be rode hard and put away wet, Thomas was her man. If she was Tyler’s angel with a devilish streak, then she was Thomas’ horny little devil with an angel’s heart.
And she damn well knew it.
His deep brown eyes bored into hers. “You want it, sugar? Want your master to fuck you?”
She nodded, trying to thrust. He grabbed her hips and pistoned his cock into her, bottoming out and drawing happy moans from both.
“Yes! Fuck me, Master!”
He took another long, hard stroke. “That’s my good little slave.” He picked up the tempo, burying himself deep inside her with every thrust. She grabbed his hands and hung on, knowing from the look in his eyes he was close.
She waited until she knew he was almost there and purred, “Make me yours, Master. Come for your little slave.”
With a final grunt and hard thrust he closed his eyes and came deep inside her, riding it out, finally letting go of her hips and holding onto the dash and seat back for support, his head hanging.
She stroked his arms, waiting for him to come down from his climax. Without pulling out he lowered her legs so she could wrap them around his waist. He pulled her to him and deeply kissed her, running his tongue down her neck and nipping at her shoulder.
“God, I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “You have no idea.”
The door to the house opened. Tyler stuck his head in. “I’m assuming the truck didn’t get worked on?”
Thomas grinned. “Come here, you.”
Tyler walked over and leaned against the truck. “My, I must say, that’s a delicious sight.”
Thomas kissed him. “Popsicle, huh?”
He kissed him back. “Yummy.”
“Hey!” Nevvie complained. “Quit ignoring the girl.”
They laughed. Tyler walked around Thomas and leaned in to kiss her, caressing her breast.
“You keep that up, Ty, I’ll be ready to fuck her again in a minute.”
“You keep talking like that, you’ll get me ready,” Tyler replied, winking.
“You keep talking like that,” she said, “I’ll be ready to fuck both of you.”
The men looked at each other and grinned. “Well,” Tyler said, “let’s not disappoint her.”
All three laughing, with Tyler on her arms and Thomas on her legs, they carried her to their bedroom and playfully swung her onto the bed where she landed with a bounce. The men pounced, and an hour later they drifted to sleep with Nevvie snuggled happy and content between them.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Bloody hell!”
“Yell a little louder, Ty, I don’t think the neighbors heard you,” Nevvie snarked as she walked into his office. “What’s wrong?”
Storm clouds brewed in his blue eyes, as deep and threatening as any in the June skies outside.
Time literally flew, it seemed. Life was heaven with her two boys. She rarely had nightmares, and her individual relationship with each man had deepened to the point she didn’t care where she ended and they began. She and Tyler could finish each other’s sentences. He wouldn’t send anything to his agent unless she’d sat down with it for editing first. Nevvie was now a senior manager at Thomas’ office, overseeing several project managers in addition to being Thomas’ personal assistant. It was a juggling act with her time, but she loved every second of it.
“I’ve lost one of my files. Apparently I didn’t name it what I thought, and I cannot find the blasted thing.”
“What is it?”
“Notes for a character for the novel I’m working on. I wrote a whole character outline when I was working on the last book and meant to use it now, but I can’t find it.”
She leaned in the doorway. Considering he didn’t even look at her and she was wearing one of his chambray shirts, unbuttoned, and nothing else, he was definitely distracted.
“What about your back-up CDs?”
He scowled. “Perhaps.” Then he had a thought. “Oh, bloody hell! I might have worked on that on the desktop in Thomas’ office when my laptop was out for repairs.”
“Want me to look?”
He glanced at her and did a double-take. He crooked his finger and motioned her to him, kissing her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
She sat in his lap and put her arms around his neck. “‘Bout time you noticed,” she pretended to pout. “I was starting to think you’d gone totally gay on me.”
He laughed, hugging her and patting her thigh. “No chance of that with you around. Yes, I would appreciate if you’d take a look for me while I start on my back-ups. I think it’s called ‘character london’ or something. It’s a man named London Baxter.”
In Tom’s office, she powered up his desktop. Thomas was outside mowing and taking care of a few items on Tyler’s honey-do list. She started her search, finding a multi-level directory Tyler had created in the documents area. It looked like a full back-up of Tyler’s laptop documents file section and would take a while to go through. Most of the folders and files were dated at least six months prior, with one eight months old. That one, a top-level file titled halloween-script-nev.doc, caught her attention. She opened it.
Her finger hesitated over the mouse button. She’d been prepared to close out the file when she started reading. The title: “How to Properly Seduce a Love Slave.”
Barely able to breathe, she hit print, and with an unsteady hand took the two single-spaced pages from the printer to read again.
* * * *
Thomas took a break from his yard work to get a glass of ice water and cool off. He stopped by Tyler’s office. “What’s up?”
Tyler looked up from his laptop at Thomas’ bare chest and snug shorts. “Me, if you and Nevvie keep walking around here mostly naked.”
“It’s ‘nekkid,’ if you want to say it right.” Thomas kissed him. “What’s going on?”
“I’ve got a missing file. Nevvie’s looking on your desktop for me. I’m going thr
ough my back-ups—”
A door slamming somewhere in the house startled them.
“What the hell?” Thomas said.
They investigated. Nevvie wasn’t in Tom’s office, and they found their bedroom door locked.
Tyler and Thomas exchanged puzzled looks. Tyler knocked. “Nevvie? Are you all right?”
They pressed their ears to the door and heard dresser drawers opening and slamming, punctuated by the distinctive tone of her sobs.
Thomas knocked. “Nev, sugar, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”
They nearly fell over when she flung the door open. Her face looked white; she’d put on jeans and had most of the buttons done up on the chambray shirt. Her eyes were puffy, nose red. She shoved two pieces of paper at them before slamming the door in their faces again and locking it.
* * * *
Nevvie’s hands trembled as she dressed, panic taking over. How dare they? The script completely outlined the night of the Halloween party. She would have been willing to sit and talk to them about it, ask for an explanation, until she reached the bottom of the document: Hopefully by the end of the party she’ll be begging for us. The perfect little slave, our mission complete.
How could she have misjudged them so badly? How could she ever trust herself again? She’d fucked up and let Alex control her, he damn near killed her. What did these two have in store for her now? Perfect little slave?
No. Never again.
Then her rage took control. Never again would she let a man hurt her. Fuck them, she didn’t need anyone.
* * * *
Tyler ended up with the papers and he juggled them, nearly dropping them until he got them in his hand and turned right-side up. He blanched when he read them.
The slave girl script for the Halloween party.
“Oh, no.” He dropped them and frantically knocked. “Nevvie,” he pleaded, “sweetheart, please let me explain.”
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