Love Slave for Two Collection [Box Set 7]

by Tymber Dalton

  Thomas’ hungry moans punctuated the slow rhythm of his hips rocking against Tyler. “Jesus,” he finally panted, “we’d better do something fast or you’re gonna have me coming right here.”

  “Shower?”

  “Mmm. What’d you have in mind?”

  Tyler grinned. “Not in my mind, love.”

  Thomas groaned again. He grabbed Tyler’s hand and practically dragged him back to their bedroom. “Let’s go,” he growled, his cock rigidly bobbing in the air.

  They checked on Nevvie and found her still asleep. They quietly closed the bathroom door and embraced while the shower warmed.

  “I want to feel that sweet cock of yours in my arse,” Tyler hoarsely whispered in Tom’s ear.

  “Yeah, well I want a little bottom action myself, sugar. You’d better save me some energy.”

  Tyler moaned against Tom’s neck. Tom stood five inches taller than Ty, but they fit together perfectly. “Get your arse in there so you can fuck me, love.”

  Tom grabbed a bottle of lube and followed Tyler under the spray. They never realized how fortuitous it was that they’d had the shower built as large as they did until Nevvie joined their family. The three of them had spent plenty of hours in there together engaged in much more than bathing.

  Tyler nipped Tom’s earlobe. “How do you want me, sweet?”

  “Against the wall,” he growled, his erection almost painfully throbbing with anticipation.

  Tyler’s blue eyes mirrored his own passion as he turned and faced the back wall, where he rested his palms and forehead against the cool tile.

  * * * *

  Nevvie registered the sound of the bathroom door shutting, then the shower starting. She cracked an eyelid and realized both men were missing from the bed. Tom’s familiar low, hungry moan instantly awakened her.

  Oh, no they don’t. Not without me.

  She got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. The men were too distracted to notice her entrance. Through the opaque shower curtain she spied Tyler against the wall, Thomas slicking his shaft in preparation.

  Nevvie stripped as Thomas lubed his fingers and carefully prepared Tyler, who groaned with need, starting an almost uncomfortable throbbing between her own legs. It was too soon for her to fully participate in their activities, but if one of them didn’t do something for her soon she would explode. It’d been over a month for her and she was climbing the walls. Watching her men preparing to fuck only intensified her aching need.

  Before she met them she never thought she’d be turned on by the sight of two guys doing it, but these were her men. They loved her and each other. Watching and listening to their passion was sexier than anything she could have ever imagined.

  “Oh, yeah!” Tyler grunted, feeling Tom’s fingers in him.

  “You okay, sugar?” Tom asked.

  Tyler nodded. “Damn, that feels good,” he gasped.

  “It’s going to feel a lot better here in just a second.”

  Nevvie struggled not to laugh. It sure would! They still hadn’t noticed her.

  Tom withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. “Ready?”

  “Do it,” Tyler begged. “Fuck me, love. Fuck that sweet cock into my arse.”

  Nevvie’s knees weakened at his passionate growl. She reached out to the wall for support. Dammit, they were hot!

  And they were all hers.

  Tom gripped Tyler’s hips and slid his cock into his lover. Both men groaned. Tom paused, waiting until Tyler ground his hips against him in encouragement to continue. When he was fully seated inside the other man, Tom covered Tyler’s hands with his, their fingers laced, and stretched his body against his lover.

  “How’s that feel,” Thomas gasped against Tyler’s neck.

  “Fuck me, love.”

  “I’m gonna fuck you real good, sugar.”

  She watched Tom’s hips as he slowly, gently thrust into Tyler. She put a hand to her mouth to muffle her own passionate moan. He was always very gentle with Tyler, not wanting to hurt him, which was just one of the things she desperately loved about him.

  Moving slowly, Nevvie slipped into the other end of the shower. Tom’s ass tensed and flexed as he carefully stroked into Tyler. Both men’s eyes were closed. They took their time, enjoying the sensations. She picked up the bottle of lube, generously slicked two of her fingers, and stepped behind Tom.

  He yelled and jumped, startled, then laughed when he felt Nevvie’s fingers press against his rim.

  Tyler jumped in response to Tom’s reaction. “What?”

  Tom laughed. “Our girl snuck up on us—oh!”

  Tyler tried to turn his head but he was still pinned to the wall by Thomas’ hands and the larger man’s body. “What?”

  “She’s having a little fun back there.”

  Nevvie pressed her body against the men and reached around with her other hand, found Tyler’s stiff shaft. “You didn’t think I’d let the two of you get away with having all the fun, did you?”

  Thomas had stopped thrusting and gasped as Nevvie’s fingers pushed deeper into his ass. “Oh, Jesus, sugar, that’s good.”

  Tyler moaned as Nevvie slowly stroked him, running her fingers over the tip of his cock to gather some of the drops already forming there and slicking him with it.

  “God, I love watching you two like this.”

  Tyler kissed her. “We didn’t mean to leave you out, sweetheart. We thought you were asleep.”

  “I was asleep. If you want to invent an alarm clock that will wake me up instantly, record you two moaning.”

  Thomas laughed then kissed her. “If we’d known you wanted to play we would have waited for you, sugar.”

  “Yeah, well, when the two of you are done, you’d better take care of me.”

  Tyler frowned. “The doctor said you shouldn’t—”

  “Yeah,” she interrupted, “I know. It’s too soon for intercourse, but he didn’t say you couldn’t use your fingers on me.”

  Tyler kissed her again. “Need a little release, love?”

  “More than a little.” She nudged Tom’s ass. “Who said you could stop?”

  He laughed and resumed his slow, gentle strokes. Soon, both men groaned with need. She wanted to time Tyler’s climax to Tom’s, if possible. She knew all Tom needed was her to hit his button and he’d explode.

  “Look at me, Ty,” she softly said.

  He turned his head, his eyes locking on hers as she slid her hand up and down his smooth shaft.

  “I want you to come for me, baby,” she murmured.

  Thomas groaned behind him. She knew he was trying to hold back.

  Tyler’s gaze never wavered from hers and she increased her tempo, matching Tom’s strokes.

  “Are you close?” she whispered.

  Tyler nodded, beyond speech, straining to make it over, desperate for release.

  Time to play a little dirty. “Master, you need to come for your little slave—”

  “Ah!” His eyes squeezed shut and she felt him throb in her hand as he exploded. She brushed a finger inside Tom against his gland and he groaned, his hips bucking against Tyler, his hands tightening around the other man’s fingers.

  She pressed her body tightly against them, holding them, loving them, feeling the last vibrations of their orgasms against her skin. When they could all speak again they separated briefly to rejoin under the spray, the men holding Nevvie between them, her back against Thomas and Tyler pressed against her in front, kissing her.

  “Exquisite, sweet. Simply breathtaking,” he murmured against the base of her throat.

  Thomas explored her neck and shoulders with his lips. “Jesus, Nev, you’re so fucking sexy. You don’t know what you do to us.”

  She closed her eyes and relaxed against him. “I have an idea.”

  Thomas carefully cupped her breasts, knowing they were tender, simply holding her while Tyler’s hand drifted between her legs. “Your turn to show us what we do to you, love,” Tyler mur
mured. His fingers gently parted her as his fingers circled her clit, hitting the spot he knew would make her moan.

  She threw her head back against Thomas’ sturdy shoulder while he slid one arm lower, around her waist, holding her up. “Come for us, baby girl,” he softly encouraged. “We want to hear you moan for us.”

  Tyler’s skilled and knowing fingers rolled her clit. She exploded, her knees unhinging as her climax hit. Thomas supported her until she could stand again. When Tyler knew she’d finished he withdrew his hand, stood, and kissed her.

  “How was that, love?”

  She nodded, her eyes still closed.

  “I think we wore her out, Ty,” Thomas chuckled.

  She smiled. “Not totally. You just wait. A few more weeks, I’ll be giving you guys a run for your money.”

  One of her greatest fears during her pregnancy was that the baby’s birth would fundamentally alter their well-balanced triad in a bad way. So far, those fears proved unfounded. If anything the men had been even more attentive than usual. More importantly, they were both great dads. Tyler had easily settled into caretaker mode, and Thomas, while at first a little nervous holding their son, didn’t hesitate to change diapers or get up to bring the baby in to Nevvie for late night feedings.

  Nevvie turned and hugged Thomas. She felt Tyler press against her back, his arms encircling them both. Her boys, her husbands. And in play, her masters.

  “You were right. Life is perfect,” she whispered against Tom’s chest.

  Tyler kissed the back of her neck. “Yes, sweet, it certainly seems that way, doesn’t it?”

  Thomas nuzzled the top of her head. “I love you two so much.”

  They stood under the spray for a few minutes longer before finally taking their shower.

  Chapter Three

  By the time Adam turned six weeks old, Nevvie was in agony when nursing. Despite repeated trips to the doctor, nothing she tried helped. Tyler drove her to her doctor once again, who told her she should probably switch to bottle feeding.

  She burst into tears. “That makes me a horrible mother!”

  He shook his head. “No, Nevaeh, it doesn’t. It makes you just one of many women who’ve had the same issues you’ve had.”

  Tyler placed a call to Adam’s pediatrician, who agreed to see them immediately and was able to calm Nevvie’s worries. He examined Adam and smiled at Nevvie.

  “He’ll be fine bottle-fed. It’s all right. My nurse will give you some information. He’ll be just fine.”

  She sobbed, holding the baby in her lap. The doctor gave them a minute alone while Tyler tried to comfort her.

  “Love, you’re perfectly normal.”

  “No I’m not, Tyler! I can’t be married, I can’t be a good mom, I can’t do anything right.”

  He knelt, his heart breaking for her. “Love, there is nothing wrong with you. You are a wonderful, beautiful mother. And you are our wonderful, beautiful wife.”

  Nevvie was inconsolable. “Let’s face it. My birth parents didn’t want me. My adopted mother dumped me. The state won’t let me get married to both of you, and they’re denying my son legal recognition for one of his fathers.”

  He let her cry for a few minutes. When she calmed down he kissed her hand. “Love, you are a fantastic mother.”

  The doctor returned and kindly smiled. “The nurse will be here shortly. Trust me, your son will do just fine, and there’s nothing wrong with you.”

  They stopped by the store on the way home. Nevvie waited in the car with the baby. Tyler, in typical fashion, apparently bought out half the formula in stock. He returned with a large cart full of baby supplies, the sight of which was enough to lift Nevvie’s funk a little.

  She looked at him when he got behind the wheel, simply staring at him after he spent several minutes loading the full cart into the trunk.

  He grinned. “Well, love, we don’t know what kind he’ll like, do we?”

  Finally, a smile from her. He’d probably bought enough baby supplies to take care of a small Latin American country. Tyler was, if nothing else, thorough.

  He was also sneaky. When they returned home, Tommy’s Ridgeline sat in the driveway.

  “What is he doing home?” she asked as she knelt on the back seat to unfasten the baby. When Tom walked out the front door to join them she spotted the concerned look on his face and realized what happened.

  “You called him,” she said to Tyler.

  “Love, you acted rather upset.”

  “I don’t need a babysitter.”

  Tom leaned in the back door of Tyler’s Lexus. “Listen, baby girl. You need to get your head on straight. You’re a damn good mother. The only one who doesn’t think you’re a good mother is you. Are you going to listen to the majority who sees you the way you are, or are you going to give those other thoughts rent-free space in your head?”

  She didn’t say anything, walked past him into the house without comment.

  Tom helped Tyler unload the supplies and take them inside. Tyler immediately started washing bottles and nipples, read through the brochures from the doctor’s office and picked one of the formulas to start with.

  When the baby was ready to eat a half-hour later, Nevvie sat on the sofa and tried to control her tears again.

  Tommy brought the bottle in and settled on the couch next to her. “Let me have him, sugar,” he softly said.

  She tearfully handed Adam over.

  He looked at her, his brown eyes earnest. “Listen to me. You’re missing something important here.”

  “What?” she asked. Tyler walked into the room and settled on Tom’s other side.

  “If we’re bottle feeding, now we get to take care of him, too,” Tom patiently explained.

  Tom held Adam and the baby immediately latched on to the bottle. He hesitated only a second at the new taste and sensation, then promptly proceeded to greedily drain the bottle

  Nevvie watched the men, Tyler’s arm draped around Tom’s shoulder as he leaned in and stroked the baby’s cheek. Tom smiled at her. “Now we get to have some fun.”

  Another wave of guilt swept through her. Not only was she a bad mother, she was selfish, too. Of course they should get to feed the baby. She’d tried using a breast pump early on but it hurt nearly as much as nursing, so the men weren’t able to bottle feed until now.

  Jesus, she felt like she was losing her mind. Usually she was a very level headed, rational person, her personality a good mix of Tyler’s passion and Tom’s steadiness. Now she felt like an alien in her own skin.

  She retreated to their bedroom and curled up on the bed. Before Adam’s birth she’d felt worried, anxious, nervous. Then several weeks of bliss and now…

  Back to craziness. Was this post-partum depression?

  Nevvie awoke from her nap to find Tommy curled around her.

  “You feeling better, baby girl?”

  “No.” She tried to roll away from him. He wouldn’t let her go.

  “Stop it. We’re going to talk about this. You’re not a horrible mother.” He took a deep breath. “Momma wants me to have you call her.”

  “Why? Is she going to chew me out, too?”

  He kissed her cheek. “She wants to talk to you. She loves you, and she’s as worried about you as we are.” Peggy Kinsey, a retired nurse, had been a wealth of information for Nevvie early on, between her medical and mothering skills.

  Tom reached over, grabbed the phone and dialed his mom’s house in Savannah before Nevvie could object.

  “Hi, Momma. She’s awake. Here she is.” He handed her the phone and at first Nevvie tried to resist, then she took the receiver with a sigh.

  “Hi, Mom.”

  “Nevvie, sugar, what’s wrong?”

  “You mean with me or life in general?”

  Peggy’s soft chuckle reminded Nevvie of Tommy. “Listen to me, the boys already called and told me what’s going on. I want you to know that with all six of my beasties, Tommy is the only one who got breastf
ed. And I only breastfed him for six weeks until I went back to work. Then he was bottle-fed. Back then, we just didn’t breastfeed very often. While Emily’s a bitch that had nothing to do with the fact that she was bottle-fed.”

  Nevvie smiled, barely aware of Tom slipping out of bed and leaving her alone.

  She spent over an hour on the phone with Peggy, laughing, crying, and finally feeling a little better. It amazed Nevvie early on that Peggy readily accepted her son’s choice first to bring Tyler home as his partner, then to add her to their family years later.

  “Sugar, let the boys have their fun. You’re lucky enough to have not one, but two men who are practically tripping all over each other to take turns changing diapers and preparing bottles. A lot of women don’t even have one who does that. Seriously, I think you’re just going through the baby blues. If this keeps up, you need to talk to your doctor. It can make you feel crazy. I wanted to castrate Tom’s father after Karen was born, and I still had two more with him.”

  Having her thoughts vocalized by Peggy helped more than anything. “I hate feeling like this.”

  “I know you do. I can’t come this weekend, but do you want me to come down next week, spend a little time, give you a break?”

  She didn’t really need the break, but she could use the company. Peggy was more of a mother to her than her own adopted mother had been. Maybe a weekend with her would help even out her emotions and get her back on track.

  “I’d appreciate it if you could.”

  When she finished talking to Peggy, Nevvie walked out to the kitchen. The boys leaned against the counter and watched her.

  “Feeling better, love?” Tyler asked.

  She reluctantly nodded. Both men walked to her, enveloping her in their arms. “We love you, Nevvie,” Thomas assured her. “You’re a great mom.

  * * * *

  The next Tuesday, Nevvie had another OB-Gyn appointment. Her decreasing pain had at least helped improve her mood. Seeing how the men enjoyed taking part in feeding Adam helped soothe her wounded psyche. However, Tyler’s blunt question to the doctor startled her.

  “When can we resume sex?”