Although these days were fewer in number, he made a point of asking when he needed extra help.
Now that Tom’s secret about his fine motor skills was out in the open, Nevvie consulted with occupational therapists and started working with him several times a day on exercises designed to help him. His handwriting still sucked compared to what it had been, but Nevvie recognized his steady progress as he took less time getting ready in the mornings.
She gently teased him about it one morning while she watched him shave with his electric razor. She was sitting in the bathroom, waiting for her stomach to settle enough so she could stray more than twenty feet from the toilet. “I could have been helping you out with that all along, stubborn.”
He smiled into the mirror. “Yeah, I know.” He still wore the collar, never asked to take it off. He didn’t hesitate to wear open-collared shirts to work that didn’t hide the collar, either.
His cane was propped by the sink. He’d progressed from needing crutches to mostly using the cane. Sometimes he could limp from the bedroom to the bathroom or kitchen without it, but for now he kept it close. He drove her Acura, she drove his Ridgeline, because it was easier for him to get into and out of for now.
Nevvie stood and walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist. First he’d lost a few pounds from his hospital stay. Then regained it and a few extra once back home. Now he was back to his pre-accident weight. “Do you have to go in today?”
He patted her hands. “Kenny and I have meetings this afternoon with clients. Can’t get out of them, sugar. Sorry.” He looked over his shoulder at her. “Want to ride in with me?”
She started to say yes when another wave of nausea hit and she bolted for the toilet.
“I want to,” she finally managed. “I don’t know if I can.”
He smiled. “I understand.”
* * * *
Nevvie was relieved when the morning sickness finally disappeared. As much as she enjoyed working, she enjoyed staying home with Tyler even more. This pregnancy, he wasn’t afraid to make love to her like he had been with Adam. It also meant she didn’t have to sneak around with Tommy this time either.
She walked into Tyler’s study one morning to refill his coffee and found him sitting back in his chair and staring at his laptop, his hands templed, index fingers on his lips.
“What’s up?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Darling, this many years later, and you still lead in with that?”
She perched on the corner of his desk and stuck her tongue out at him.
Tyler snagged her hand and gently pulled her into his lap. “I was thinking about our sweet little slave boy.” Between her pregnancy and Tommy’s pain, they didn’t often play either version of the slave game. It’d been a couple of months since the last instance.
“What brought this on?”
He shrugged, but she recognized the playful glint in his blue eyes. “He certainly loves his collar, doesn’t he? I have to admit I had a delicious thought while we were showering this morning.”
Nevvie had slept in and missed that one. “What?”
“Well,” he purred, “you are a very good girl and keep yourself shaved for us. Perhaps our little slave boy should keep himself shaved, too.”
She had to think for a moment, then grinned. “No way! You want to make him shave his balls?” The very thought of running her hand over his bare sac drenched her sex.
“You and I have been rather neglectful owners for the past several weeks. I was thinking along the lines of his first time should be a more memorable sort of occasion.” He placed his hand over her tummy. She was showing, but not uncomfortably huge yet. “You won’t feel like playing very much at all in the not-so-distant future, so why not a little in-home slave spa treatment?”
Nevvie kissed him. “I’ll call Eddie and see if he can babysit tonight.”
He could. Tyler dropped Adam off and stopped by the store to pick up a few things they’d need, as well as the fixings for a nice dinner. When Tommy made his usual call home as he left the office, Nevvie talked to him.
“By the way, we have a surprise for you.”
Tyler silently watched, grinning.
“What kind of surprise, sugar?”
She met Tyler’s gaze and winked. Then she switched to the sultry Mistress voice, a variation of her little slave girl voice that she knew would instantly harden Thomas’ cock. “Master and Mistress order you to come straight home.”
There was a momentary pause then Tommy’s hoarse, “Goddamn!”
“When you come home, you will immediately walk inside and stand inside the front door. You will strip all your clothes off there. Then you will walk into the bedroom.”
She heard him gasp. “Fuckin’ A!”
“When you get to the bedroom, you will lie down on the bed, on your back, and be ready for us. Do you understand?”
“Yeah!”
She smiled. “Yes, what?”
He gasped again, “Yes, Mistress!”
* * * *
They were waiting for him. Nevvie and Tyler grinned at each other when they heard the front door open and shut. A moment later, Thomas walked into the bedroom using his cane and wearing nothing but his collar and a broad, beaming smile.
“Very good,” Nevvie said.
His stiff cock led the way as Thomas walked over to the bed and laid down on top of the towels they’d put out. “Like this?”
Tyler nodded. “Exactly. Now spread those legs.”
He did, without question.
Nevvie, who’d stripped, perched on the bed next to Thomas. “Do you know what we’re going to do to you?”
“Don’t care. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”
Tyler laughed as he brought a folding chair over and placed it in front of Thomas. “My, you are a trusting thing, aren’t you?”
“Do I really have a choice?”
Nevvie shook her head. “Nope!” She’d spent most of the day wet and eager. Tyler, displaying a little of his evil genius streak, refused to give her any relief.
Tyler settled in the chair, the scissors in his hand. “First, I suggest you hold very, very still, love. Otherwise this will not be fun.”
Thomas met Nevvie’s gaze, his brown eyes twinkling. She leaned in and kissed him as Tyler started trimming. After a few minutes Tyler seemed satisfied and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. When he returned he carried a bowl of warm water, a wash cloth, shaving cream, and a razor.
“Now as you’ve already no doubt guessed, we decided our little slave boy should be appropriately groomed. Once you’re suitably bare, you shall keep yourself this way for us. Understand?”
Thomas broke his kiss with Nevvie. “Yes, Master!” he gasped.
Tyler chuckled. “Good. I didn’t think you’d object.”
Nevvie wanted to keep kissing him, but even more she wanted to watch Tyler shave him. She turned around on the bed and Tommy nuzzled her leg while she enjoyed the show.
Tyler took his time, making sure to tease and torment Thomas’ stiff cock with his hand as he worked. When he finished ten minutes later, he wiped away all the soap and examined his handiwork.
“Well, Mistress Nevvie, what do you think?”
She reached over and cupped his bare balls. “I like it,” she said. “Why the hell didn’t you think of this earlier?”
Tyler shrugged and tidied things up. “I don’t know. But he shall stay this way for us from now on.” He lay down next to Thomas, who rolled over and kissed him deep and hard.
Nevvie pressed her body against Tom’s back and slipped her arm around his waist, her hand cupping his sac again. “That’s for damn sure. This is nice.”
Beyond speech, Thomas moaned.
Tyler rolled Thomas over to face Nevvie and reached for the bedside table. Thomas kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as he ground his hips against her.
“Nev, love, hold him open for me.”
She reached around Tom’s hips
and spread his ass cheeks for Tyler. Then Thomas groaned when Tyler lubed him. He rubbed his stiff cock against Nevvie’s leg.
“You ready to get royally fucked?” Nevvie asked him.
“Oh, hell yes!”
She nudged Thomas on top of her, sighing as he slid inside her. He dropped his head to her shoulder as Tyler knelt behind him.
He gently swatted Tom’s ass. “Get ready, love.”
Tom wiggled his hips, which drew a moan from Nevvie. She reached down and spread his cheeks for Tyler, giving him unfettered access. Thomas fell still, his lips pressed against Nevvie’s neck as Tyler breeched his rim.
Before the accident, Tyler or Nevvie usually ended up in the middle. Not because Thomas didn’t enjoy it, but because it just naturally seemed to happen that way.
Thomas wiggled his hips again, encouraging Tyler. Nevvie stroked his back. “You’re going to be a good boy and come hard for us, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh!”
“Uh huh what?”
He snorted with laughter and lifted his head. “Uh huh, Mistress.”
“That’s better.”
He lowered his head again, working his hips in time with Tyler’s thrusts. Nevvie was afraid to move too much for fear of hurting him. Thomas sensed it.
“It’s okay, Nev. Have fun,” he hoarsely whispered against her neck.
She gently rolled her hips, drawing another moan from him. She felt Tyler find a long, slow rhythm that would keep both men on the edge for a while.
Thomas closed his eyes and touched his forehead to Nevvie’s. “Jesus, that’s good,” he softly said.
“Look at me, Tommy.”
He did. Nevvie lost herself in his sweet, brown gaze. She tangled her fingers in his hair. “We love you, baby,” she said. “You’re never going to want anyone but us, are you?”
“No.”
“You know we can keep you well fucked, don’t you.”
“Yes.” He struggled to keep his eyes open and focused on her. She could tell Tyler had him close to the edge from the way Tommy was fucking her.
Nevvie pulled him down so his face was nestled against her neck, her lips by his ear. She knew from the look on Tyler’s face that he was close. With her fingers cupping the back of Tommy’s head, she whispered into his ear, “I want you to fuck me hard when you come, baby. I want you to let Master Tyler feel how you’re coming for us.”
That’s all it took. With a loud cry he thrust hard into her before going limp in her arms.
Tyler grabbed his hips and thrust deep, his own release quickly following. He caught himself before falling on top of them, not wanting to hurt Thomas or squish Nevvie. “Are you all right, loves?”
Nevvie stroked Tommy’s back, cradling him to her. “Fine and dandy, sweetie.”
Tommy mumbled something affirmative.
Tyler chuckled and carefully withdrew, went to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a warm, damp washcloth for Thomas and took care of him, then slid into bed beside them.
“Well, he can’t be too bad off,” Tyler snarked, “because he’s smiling.”
Thomas laughed and lifted his head. He kissed Nevvie, then Tyler. “I told you, I like this slave boy gig. It’s fun.”
“Well, you don’t get dinner until you finish what we started,” Nevvie teased. “Master Tyler’s tortured me all day long.”
“Oh, he has, has he?” Thomas propped himself up on his elbows. “Did he keep my poor baby girl horny all day?”
Nevvie loved the fluid way they could change the game around. She nodded, throwing in a little pouty lip for good measure.
Thomas roared with laughter. “Oh, stop. You’re too much.” He rolled off her and onto his back. “Come here and let me take care of you.”
She eagerly scrambled onto her hands and knees and turned around, settling over his face. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, laving her throbbing clit with his tongue.
“Ooooh! Yeah!” She rested her cheek against his abs and closed her eyes. She felt the bed move, then Tyler cuddled close next to her and gently teased her nipples.
“Use our boy well, love,” he murmured.
She moaned. Thomas knew how to tease and taunt her just as well as Tyler did. He brought her close to the edge several times, backing off before she could come, until she finally begged him to do it.
He slowly fucked her with his tongue, taking his time. Finally, he focused on her clit again, alternated between flicking it and long, slow swipes from his tongue. Then he brought her over and she loudly moaned, her entire body trembling from the force. Tyler wrapped his arms around her and helped her roll off Thomas, cradled her to his chest as she caught her breath and recovered.
Thomas stretched and laced his hands together behind his head. “You okay, sugar?”
Tyler laughed. “I think she’s just fine. I think she’s a very happy girl, aren’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.”
Thomas sat up. “Anything else Master and Mistress want me to do?” He waggled his eyebrows at Nevvie, cracking her up.
“You did just fine, sweetie. Just fine.”
* * * *
Tyler and Nevvie made their little slave boy stay naked—or nekkid, as Thomas said it—for the rest of the evening. After dinner they stretched out in bed and Thomas massaged her feet and legs, making her moan in a different kind of way than before.
She drifted to sleep in their arms. Thomas snuggled close to her, one hand resting on the gentle swell of her belly. The week before, the three of them had sat in the doctor’s office while Nevvie received her ultrasound. They were having a son.
His son.
Their son.
He looked over at Tyler and caught his knowing smile.
“What?” Thomas softly asked, not wanting to wake Nevvie.
Tyler shifted position and laced his fingers through Thomas’. “You know what.”
Thomas finally smiled. “Yeah.” He gently brushed his thumb across Tyler’s fingers.
“I hope he has your eyes,” Tyler said. “Your beautiful brown eyes.”
Tom’s heart swelled, the intensity nearly painful. “You sweet talkin’ thing you.”
“You’ve always had me under your spell. You know that. From the moment I first saw you.”
Thomas gently squeezed his hand. “We’re freaking lucky, aren’t we?”
“Truly blessed. Life is perfect.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Adam called out, announcing he was awake and waiting for someone to come get him. Thomas sat up. “I’ll take care of him, sugar. It’ll take you an hour just to roll over to get out of bed.”
“Fuck you, Tommy,” Nevvie groused. She felt as big as a cow and only a fraction as agile.
He kissed her. “You did, darlin’. That’s why you look the way you do.”
Tyler snickered. “That was good, sweet.”
“You’re ganging up on me.”
The men looked at each other and laughed. “And again she opens the door, right?” Tyler said, winking at Thomas.
“Who’s team are you on?” she snarked. As her belly and ankles swelled, her mood deteriorated. Less than a month until her due date and she was more than ready to have her body back.
“You know we love you, sweetheart.”
Thomas pulled on a pair of boxers and left the bedroom. Limping, but she noticed he didn’t take his cane.
Must be a good day.
Tyler climbed out of bed and offered Nevvie a hand. “Here, love. Let me help.”
With his assistance, Nevvie was able to sit up on the edge of the bed. She rubbed her back and looked at him. “Did I say I wanted another one after this?”
“You said you’d think about it. I take it you’re rethinking it?”
“Yeah. I’m thinking not so much at this point. Maybe two is plenty.”
Tyler leaned over and kissed her belly, gently caressed her. “It’s always up to you. You know we’re wrapped around your finger.” He paused, feeling.
“My, our little one is quite active this morning.”
“And that’s before I’ve even had coffee.” She grunted as she lumbered to her feet with Tyler’s help. “Feels like gymnastics.”
She made it to the bathroom then stood under the shower, letting the warm spray hit her aching back. That’s when she felt a gush of water between her legs.
“Tyler!” she gasped. Either he wasn’t in the bedroom any longer, or he didn’t hear her. She took a deep breath. “Tyler!” she screamed.
He bolted into the bathroom. “What? What’s wrong?” He stuck his head in the shower.
The first contraction hit, not hard but strong enough. “My water just broke.”
“But you’re not due for three weeks!”
“Tell him that!”
“Oh, Christ! Right. Rinse off, love, let’s get you to hospital—”
“THE hospital.”
“Christ. Thomas!” He disappeared and she quickly finished, fear taking over. Adam had come two days before her delivery date. Was three weeks okay?
* * * *
Tyler sat in the bed behind her, supporting her, rubbing her back and coaching her through her breathing while Thomas held her hand and tried to help her focus. Over twenty hours and she hadn’t progressed. Both men were worried. Another three hours later, the doctor walked in, looking concerned.
“We need to talk about doing a C-section. The baby is starting to get weak, and so is she.”
Nevvie closed her eyes and cried while both men grabbed her hands.
“Love,” Tyler soothed, “if it’s what has to happen, let’s do it and get it over with.”
“I don’t want a C-section.”
“Nev,” Thomas said, “we’ll be right there.”
She looked at the doctor. “They can both be there,” he assured her.
“Okay,” she said.
The men had to step out while they prepped her. They were given gowns to wear and had to scrub in. They rejoined her in the delivery room and each man took a side and focused on her face.
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