Andrew smiled and glanced back to where Nevvie had disappeared into the bedroom. “I dare say she will take a few stripes out of Tyler’s flesh, perhaps more than just metaphorically, before her ire has run its course.”
“How long do you think that will take?” Tyler asked him.
Andrew snorted. “Maybe by the next ice age, son. If you’re lucky.”
Chapter Seven
Nevvie was relieved to find both boys sound asleep in bed and the movie still running. She collapsed next to them and took a deep breath.
No, Tyler hadn’t meant to take off without them. She knew that. But the fact that he had still infuriated her beyond reason. He was so eager to do things that he didn’t always stop to think about the full repercussions.
Thank god it hadn’t taken long to catch up.
She felt the RV being shifted into gear and start moving again. Before she could get up, she heard a light tap at the door.
“Come in.” She’d have to have it out with Tyler sooner or later.
With more than a little relief she saw it was Andrew. He stepped in and closed the door behind him before sitting down on the bunk, the kids between them.
“Are you all right?”
“I’ll live.” She thought about it for a moment. “And so will Tyler.” She sighed. “I promise I won’t kill him. Much. He’s not driving, is he? Please, tell me he’s not driving.”
“No, Tom’s behind the wheel. Tyler does feel horrible about what happened.”
“I know.” She closed her eyes again. “I think maybe I’m going to cancel the stop in Sheridan to see Mary.”
“May I ask why?”
She shrugged without opening her eyes. “We’ve already had enough stress. I damn well don’t need any more.”
When he didn’t speak, she finally looked at him. “Please, Dad. Just say whatever’s on your mind.”
“Well, I’m not trying to tell you how to run your life.”
“Just give me your opinion. It’s all right. I’m asking for it.”
“I think it’s something that’s been bothering you for quite a few years. Perhaps finally having the closure would be a good thing for you. Painful, possibly. Maybe even very likely. But it would finally allow you to work through it once and for all and move on.”
“You’re spooky, Dad.” She reached across the sleeping boys and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “And I think maybe you’re right.” She had a thought. “Would you go with me?”
“You don’t want Tyler and Tom to go?”
“It’s not that I don’t want them to go, but I think I’d rather have you go with me.”
“Of course, love. I’d be happy to go with you. May I ask why?”
She tried to gather her thoughts before she spoke. “They’re protective. Not that you aren’t, but I’m going to be nervous enough as it is. I don’t need their righteous indignation on my behalf tossed into the mix. Does that make sense?”
He nodded. “That makes perfect sense.”
Nevvie fought the urge to drift off to sleep despite her previous desire for a nap. The comforting sway of the RV trundling down I-90 relaxed her after the morning’s excitement. Then Andrew spoke again.
“I’m truly honored that you trust me enough to go with you.”
She squeezed his hand again. “You’re my dad. Why wouldn’t I trust you?” She scowled. “Unlike what Mary did to me. You do remind me some of my dad. I miss him so much.”
“I’m flattered. I think of you as a daughter.”
They lay there watching the movie for a little while longer when Andrew spoke. “How long until you start speaking to Tyler again?”
She snorted. “A while. At least until dinner.”
“Understood.”
* * * *
They made it to Wall, South Dakota, without further incident. Tom found them a place to park. Nevvie was happy that Tyler volunteered to take the kids through the Wall Drug compound into the center courtyard where the fountain and other child distractions were located. It allowed her some peaceful time with Tom and Andrew. They would all meet up in an hour to eat, so Nevvie could enjoy child-free browsing time as the three of them wandered the various sections of the large establishment.
Andrew leaned in close to Nevvie. “Mind if I ask you a question?”
“Sure, shoot.”
He nodded toward a large group of men and women in motorcycle gear. “I’ve noticed a rather large number of motorcycle riders around. Are we sure this is a safe place to be?”
Nevvie hadn’t noticed, but now that Andrew had brought it to her attention, she looked around. She wasn’t concerned, although she could understand why Andrew might feel nervous since he had little experience around bikers. Most of the bikers were her age or older, not exactly criminal elements.
“Sturgis,” Tom said with a smile.
“It’s too early for Sturgis,” Nevvie countered.
He shrugged. “Probably another bike meet. Maybe a rally or something.”
“Oh,” Nevvie said. “Ooh! We’ll drive right by there, won’t we? I wish we had the bike. Can we stop in Sturgis and sightsee?” Then she smiled at the confusion on Andrew’s face. “Sturgis is like Mecca for bikers. There’s even a huge bike festival held out here every year. Don’t worry, Dad. Most of the people you see are like Tommy and me. Nothing to be scared of.”
“Unless they ride a bike like Tyler does,” Tom snarked.
Nevvie laughed and gently swatted him. “Be nice. Hey, give him credit for trying and getting his license.”
“Oh, I give him credit for not killing himself or you in the process, baby girl. Believe me.”
Nevvie picked up several books on the Badlands, Black Hills, and surrounding area. Tyler’s plans included spending several days in a Rapid City RV park, and using the Pilot to explore before they continued on to Yellowstone. Tom made several trips to the RV and back to ferry her purchases.
Adam came running up while she was perusing a jewelry display. “Mommy! Look what Daddy got me!”
He held up a mounted jackalope head. Tyler walked up to her, looking sheepish, with Mikey in his arms. “He fell in love with it, darling. I couldn’t resist.”
The fake animal, a legendary cross between a jack rabbit and an antelope, creeped her out. She didn’t mind the stuffed animal versions, but this one, apparently created from either a real or realistic-looking rabbit’s head and deer antlers, unsettled her.
“Um, okay.”
Tom had just returned from another trip to the RV. “I just—holy crud, what the heck is that?”
“Look, Tommy,” Nevvie said, struggling to keep her voice steady. “Tyler bought Adam a jackalope head.”
“Do you like it, Poppa?” Adam asked.
Tom tried, and failed, to contain his laughter. “Let’s go take it to the RV, sport.” He reached for another bag Tyler carried. “Boy,” he said low enough Adam couldn’t hear him, but Nevvie did. “You just don’t know how to stay out of the doghouse, do you?”
Nevvie rolled her eyes. “No, he doesn’t.” She reached for Mikey, then immediately passed him over to Tom while making a face. “Oh, wow. Please change him while you’re at it.”
“That’s where we were headed,” Tyler explained.
Tom grinned. “I’ll do it, Ty. You stay here and suck up to her.”
“I’ll go with you and help,” Andrew volunteered, taking the shopping bag from Tom.
“Let’s meet in the dining room in fifteen minutes,” Nevvie said.
The men took off with the kids. Tyler pulled her to him and hugged her. “Forgive me yet, love?”
“Not yet,” she grumbled. “I’m still pretty ticked off at you. And a taxidermied jackalope head? Really? Really, Tyler?”
“I understand. I really am sorry.”
She let out a sigh. “I know you are.” She poked him in the side. “No more driving for you. Understand?”
“Not even the car?”
She thought abo
ut it. “Maybe. As long as you don’t drive us off a cliff or something.”
* * * *
They arrived in Rapid City late in the day and found the campground where Tyler had made their reservations. Once they were parked and settled, with the RV hooked up and the SUV and trailer unloaded, they all went out to eat. As they sat around and talked during dessert, Adam climbed into Tyler’s lap with one of their travel guides and started reading it out loud to Mikey, who sat in a high chair between Tyler and Tom. Nevvie smiled as she watched Mikey’s wide-eyed wonderment over his older brother’s attention. It wouldn’t be long before Mikey was trying to keep up with Adam.
Not long before both her babies would be in school.
She fought back against the tears wanting to start. That happened a lot lately, she noticed. As her confrontation with Mary drew nearer, Nevvie couldn’t help the what-if thoughts that charged through her mind.
Kyle and Jacob, the two little half brothers she didn’t know, but who had followed her around in an adoring way that even at her age she had thought was cute.
The little brothers she’d loved despite who their father was.
“Is that okay with you, Mommy?” Adam asked.
“Hmm? Sorry, what, baby?”
The little boy grinned. “Mount Rushmore tomorrow?”
He was so precocious it was sometimes scary. “Sure, baby. That’s fine.”
He let out a yawn, mirrored by baby Mikey.
“Time for bed,” she announced. They paid their bill and made their way back to the RV. Tom and Tyler took over getting the kids ready for bed while Nevvie collapsed in the rear bunk. She was already dozing when Tom walked in, closing the door behind him.
“Tyler wants to know if he’s allowed to sleep in here tonight, or if he needs to spread out on the floor.”
“Who says I’m letting him sleep inside the RV tonight? Maybe he should sleep on the roof.” She tried to look stern, then ended up snorting in amusement. “I suppose he can sleep in here.” Who was she kidding? She was already over her anger at him.
Mostly.
Tom smiled and went out to get him. They both returned a few minutes later, Tyler still looking sheepish. The men undressed and crawled into bed on either side of her. She snuggled close to Tom, giving Tyler the cold shoulder.
“Love,” Tyler said, “I’m really, truly sorry.”
“I know, Ty,” she mumbled against Tom’s shoulder. “You said that.”
She felt him snuggle close behind her, his body pressed against hers. “Do you forgive me?”
“Yes. Doesn’t mean I’m not still aggravated at you. And don’t think you can schmooze your way out of this one, either.”
He kissed the back of her neck. “Yes, dear.”
Tom laughed. “See? Who says he doesn’t listen?”
“I think perhaps I do know what you would like, however.” He kissed his way down her back. When he reached her ass, he nuzzled in, pushing her legs apart and draping her thigh over his shoulders. His tongue rimmed her, circling her rosebud and making her gasp as her eyes dropped shut from the delicious sensation.
“Ooh, there you go,” Tom said. “That’s working.” He untangled himself from her and joined Tyler at her pussy. While Tyler continued doing delicious things to her ass with his tongue, Tom sucked on her clit. One of them buried a couple of fingers in her pussy and she had to grab one of the pillows and bite down on it to scream her orgasm out without being heard.
She tried to get away, but the men held her in place, lying on her side with one leg resting on them as they continued lapping and slurping her juices. They each reached up an arm, found her breasts, and began tweaking her nipples. As she thrashed her head from side to side, lips clamped closed to hold back her impassioned cries, wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her until she begged them to stop.
Both men sat up, grinning. “I think we wore her out, Thomas,” Tyler proudly said.
“Nope. Not yet.” He retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom and handed them to Tyler, along with a towel. “This’ll wear her out.”
Aftershocks from her last orgasm still shivered through her body when Tom lay down and pulled her on top of him. He grabbed her hips and thrust up, impaling her. “Lay there and enjoy it, sweetheart.”
She weakly nodded and rested her head on his chest. She did enjoy it like this. This was way more fun than being aggravated at Tyler. She didn’t know if they’d be able to coax another orgasm out of her, but she was game to let them try.
With his oral attention, it didn’t take Tyler long to prepare her ass for fucking. He slipped on the condom and slid home, all three of them trying to stifle pleasured groans at the sensation of their triad being fully complete.
“Fuck me, boys,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard.”
Tyler placed his hands over Tom’s on her hips. “Your wish, love.” He started fucking her ass, every stroke driving her swollen, sensitive clit against Tom’s pubic bone.
She buried her face against Tom’s shoulder and moaned.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Let Tyler fuck your ass and make you come for us.”
The feeling of both hard cocks filling her sent her over the edge. As the walls of her cunt greedily sucked at both cocks, she felt Tom start moving under her, too, trying to catch up.
“I’m almost there, Thomas,” Tyler said.
“So am I.”
One final orgasm hit her as the feeling of both cocks swelling and pumping inside her drove her over the edge. She limply sprawled across Tom’s chest, completely spent and unable to move.
She winced only a little when Tyler pulled out. Before Tom would let her move, she felt Tyler cleaning her up with a wipe. Then he gently patted her on the ass. “All done, love.”
She rolled off Tom. Tyler finished cleaning himself up with a wipe and rejoined them. “Am I forgiven, then?” he asked.
She laughed and nodded, too tired to speak. Instead, she turned her head toward him and nuzzled his shoulder.
He kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, love.”
Chapter Eight
The next morning dawned comfortably cool and clear. Nevvie awoke before anyone else and started coffee. It was already full daylight, even though only six in the morning.
This will take some getting used to.
She took her coffee outside and sat at a picnic table next to their spot. She heard a few people up and about in the park, but for the most part, everything sounded quiet and peaceful.
She relished every second of it.
With her hands cupped around her mug, she closed her eyes and slowly sipped the steaming brew, savoring her relative solitude. I love my family.
It was a mantra she kept repeating to herself to get her through this ordeal. And hopefully one that would keep her from committing homicide and killing Tyler before they returned to Florida. Not normally a person who required great amounts of alone time, not the way Tyler needed it for his work, she still found herself nearing her wit’s end with the whole group of them.
I never should have agreed to this.
The sound of a door closing made her open her eyes. With relief, she noted it was someone exiting an RV across the way.
Why did I agree to this? I don’t want to talk to her. Do I?
In the clear light of day, her mental pendulum of uncertainty had once again swung the other way. Bob could get the answers she wanted about her health history. Nothing Mary said to her would change the past or what had happened. It also wouldn’t change who she now was, or change her family in the slightest.
The memories of her two half brothers sitting on her bed, crying while she packed, came back to her once again. Was it fair to her sons not to reach out to them, at least? See if they were men worth having in her sons’ lives as uncles?
The sound of another door opening caught her attention. This time, it did belong to her RV. Andrew carefully stepped out and softly closed the door behind him, a cup of coffee in
his hand. He smiled as he walked over.
“Mind if I join you, dear?”
“Not at all, Dad.”
He settled himself across the table from her. “I’ve never been anywhere quite like this before. I feel like I’ve lived my life in a rather small bubble.”
“It’s definitely a big country.”
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but she waited him out. Finally, after a few minutes of quiet, he spoke. “No one will blame you if you wish to cancel your talk with Mary,” he softly said. “This trip is about far more than just that.”
She let out a sharp laugh, clapping her hand over her mouth to cut the sound off. Lowering her voice, she said, “You’re spooky, Dad. Just like Tyler.”
“Well, with the thundering horde still asleep in there,” he said as he hooked a thumb over his shoulder and pointed to their RV, “and after yesterday’s events, it wasn’t difficult to guess what’s occupying your thoughts right now.”
Nevvie stared into her mug. It held no answers. “I keep going back and forth. I guess that’s why Ty scheduled it for after the book fair, to give me time to make up my mind. And it doesn’t mess with our schedule if I decide not to.”
“The boys only want to see you happy, dear.”
“The big ones or little ones?”
He smirked. “The big ones. Although I’m sure the little ones want their mummy to be happy.” He reached across the table and patted her hand. “I suggest not thinking about it anymore, if at all possible. Wait to make a decision until the time comes. Enjoy this trip and your children.”
“The big ones or the little ones?” she asked, again with a smile. “Sometimes, keeping track of Ty and Tommy is like having two extra sons.”
He laughed. “All four of them, then.” His expression turned somber. “I do hope my presence hasn’t been a bother.”
His comment startled her. “No!” She stood, rounded the bench, and leaned in to hug him. “You’ve helped keep me sane, Dad. You kept me from beating the snot out of Emily. And you kept me from killing Ty yesterday.”
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