Love Slave for Two Collection [Box Set 7]

by Tymber Dalton

  Nevvie snickered. “He was a very good boy, Master Tyler.”

  Tyler’s fingers idly stroked Tom’s sac. “In a moment. I’m enjoying this.” As ordered, Thomas now kept himself thoroughly shaved between his legs. Nevvie and Tyler loved playing with their slave boy’s bare nether regions.

  The extra attention didn’t help Tom’s condition. He wiggled his hips even more. “This is torture. You said I was a good boy.”

  Tyler prompted Nevvie to sit up. He leaned over and wrapped his lips around the tip of his lover’s cock and slowly circled it with his tongue. “You were absolutely a good boy, Thomas. That’s why we’re going to make this last for you.”

  “Torturin’ me.”

  “I should think you’d be thanking us. We could always tie you up in bed and make you spend the night with your toy up your arse and no relief in sight.”

  Nevvie snickered. “That would be mean.”

  Tyler shrugged. “We don’t usually punish our boy. Maybe he needs a reminder of who’s in charge. What do you think, darling?”

  “He was a good boy.”

  Tyler made a big show of considering it, played with Tom’s sac as he did, and gently pushed the butt plug a little deeper in Tom’s ass. “What kind of reward did he earn, love?’

  “I think he earned a fucking.”

  “Did he now? Was he that good?”

  She nodded, then leaned over and kissed Thomas. “He was.” When she stroked Tom’s cheek he caught her fingers and sucked them into his mouth.

  Tyler laughed and released his lover after a final kiss on the tip of his cock. “Very well, then.”

  Nevvie scrambled to change position, lying on her back as Thomas rolled on top of her. When he slid his thick cock inside her he paused, enjoying the feel of her slick muscles around him. Tyler knelt behind him and rested his hand on Tom’s ass.

  “How’s she feel, love?”

  Thomas dropped his head to Nevvie’s shoulder, his lips against her neck. “Wonderful.”

  She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead. “Take your time and enjoy it. You earned it.”

  He slowly worked his hips, his cock filling and fucking her. She knew she wouldn’t come again, not like this, but simply enjoyed the feeling.

  Tyler slid his hand between his lover’s legs and cupped his sac. “You may take your time—if you can hold back.”

  Thomas groaned.

  With his other hand, Tyler pressed on the butt plug, holding it firmly in place and triggering another moan from Thomas.

  “Good luck holding back,” Tyler teased.

  He knew how to torment Thomas.

  Nevvie wrapped her legs tightly around Tom’s waist. “Fuck me, baby,” she said. She trailed her fingers down his back. “Fuck me real good.”

  She rolled her hips in time with his, her fingers tangled in his hair. Then Tyler played dirty and leaned down, ran his tongue along the underside of Tom’s sac.

  “Fuck!” He took a final, hard thrust and fell still. “That was mean,” he mumbled against her neck.

  Tyler sat up and patted him on the ass. “No, mean would have been not letting you come at all. Hmm, now there’s an idea. Maybe I should look into buying you one of those chastity devices.”

  Nevvie snickered. “That would be mean.”

  Thomas finally rolled off her and carefully got out of bed, walking a little oddly with the butt plug in him, and went to clean up. Tyler took his place next to Nevvie.

  “That would be pretty mean,” she said with a snicker.

  “I know,” Tyler agreed. “I don’t think I have the heart to do that to our boy anyway. He’s been so good.”

  She nodded. He had. Not only had she completely forgiven him for his indiscretion, neither she nor Tyler had an urge to throw it in his face. If anything, it had been exactly the mental slap Thomas needed to get his head on straight and jump-start his emotional healing. She wouldn’t complain about that. When she’d asked Thomas a few months earlier if he wanted to end his new slave game, he’d smiled, shrugged, and pulled her into his arms.

  “It’s whatever Master and Mistress want to do,” he’d said. “I’m having fun.”

  In other words, no. As long as Nevvie got to have her turn when she wanted, she didn’t mind.

  Thomas returned a few minutes later and she tightly snuggled between them, falling into a sweet, sated sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Nevvie smiled as she packed for their trip. Remembering the first time she accompanied her boys—the men—to Peggy’s Savannah home brought a smile to Nevvie’s face. Terrified didn’t begin to describe how she’d felt.

  Emily’s less than warm reception didn’t help matters either.

  Now she looked forward to their drives. Mikey was eight months old and it would be his first Christmas. They’d arrive in Savannah four days before Christmas and stay through New Year’s, allowing Tommy plenty of time to spend with his family as well as give the little boys time with their grandma and aunts.

  Well, except for Emily.

  Because of the baby gear and gifts, Nevvie opted to take the Ridgeline. Tyler volunteered to ride in the back seat with the kids, letting Thomas stretch his leg in the front seat. Nevvie did most of the driving, only letting Tommy take over when they were two hours south of Peggy’s large home.

  Her grandmother radar finely-tuned, Peggy waited on the large wrap-around porch when they emerged from the long, rutted driveway that wound through the woods and into the huge yard.

  Adam happily screamed from his car seat. “Gwamma!”

  A surprise, Emily’s twin son and daughter would also be staying at the house. Peggy told Nevvie this after they’d finished unpacking into the two bedrooms they’d use and had settled at the kitchen table. Tommy and Tyler were in the living room with everyone else, leaving Peggy and Nevvie alone.

  “Why aren’t they staying at Em’s house?”

  Peggy looked at her glass of iced tea. “Apparently they aren’t very happy with their mother either, even after all this time.”

  Nevvie nodded. “Who told them?”

  “Karen, of course.”

  “Ah.” Nevvie trailed her fingers through the condensation on the outside of her glass. “They don’t have a problem with us?”

  “Hell no. They’ve always liked Tyler. They love their uncle Tommy. They like you even though they don’t know you that well. I think Elle’s words were, ‘I wish I could get that deal.’”

  Nevvie blushed, unsure how to respond. “She wouldn’t want what we’ve been through.” They hadn’t told Peggy or the rest of the family about Tommy’s lapse in judgment. Tyler and Nevvie agreed their boy did a good enough job beating himself up that they didn’t need to involve anyone else.

  They also hadn’t told Tom’s family about the trike.

  Peggy reached out and laid her hand over Nevvie’s. Nevvie met her gaze. Peggy’s brown eyes looked full of sadness. “You’ve done good. They are where they are because of you.”

  Nevvie shook her head. “Damn good doctors put my boys back together.”

  “Don’t you dare discount the role you played in their recovery. You worked your ass off, rode them, made sure they had the care and physical therapy they needed. You fought for them, Nevvie. And they fought to stay with you, because they love you.” She patted Nevvie’s hand before letting go and sitting back in her seat. “Enjoy life, sugar. God knows you’ve earned it.”

  “Why the hell did Emily name them Daniel and Danielle?”

  Peggy snorted. “Because she thought it was cute at the time, even though we all told her it was a damn stupid idea. No one’s ever called that girl Danielle except for her hard-headed mother.”

  They talked for a few more minutes. Speak of the devil, Elle walked into the kitchen and made a beeline for her grandmother. “We’re here,” she announced, hugging Peggy. With a hesitant smile she hugged Nevvie. “Hi, Nevvie.” Nevvie hadn’t seen the twins since the Christmas before “the
incident.”

  Nevvie smiled in return, reassuring the girl. “Hi, Elle. It’s good to see you. Your brother’s here too?”

  Elle seemed to relax. “Yeah, he’s out there with Uncle Tommy and Tyler.” She slid into a chair across from Nevvie. “I want to say something now, and this is from me and Danny.” She looked at her hands and took a deep breath. “I know it’s not our fault what Mom did, but we were really pissed when Aunt Karen told us, okay? I mean, what business is it of hers what you guys do? I hope you don’t hold it against us.”

  Nevvie shook her head. “No, I don’t blame anyone but your mom, Elle. It’s okay. It’s done, it’s over. Let’s just enjoy the holidays, okay?”

  Elle relaxed. “Okay. Thanks.”

  * * * *

  When Adam Kinsey built the house, he kept in mind the needs of his five older daughters and one lone baby son. Three of the girls had their own bedrooms, as did Thomas. Thomas got the added benefit of his own private bathroom that he didn’t have to share with his sisters.

  After Nevvie’s first nerve-wracking Thanksgiving weekend at the Kinsey house, Peggy had gone out and bought a large king-sized bed for Tom’s old room. Instead of one of them falling out of a full-sized bed, as happened to Tommy that first weekend, they could comfortably sleep together. They settled the babies in the bedroom across the hall with a baby monitor to keep an ear out.

  As exhausted as she felt, Nevvie curled between her two men and almost immediately drifted to sleep. The next morning she started to get up when she heard Mikey fussing, but Tyler placed a hand on her shoulder.

  “I’ll take care of him, love. You sleep in.”

  She mumbled her thanks and cuddled closer to Thomas.

  The door opened, closed, then she heard Tyler’s voice on the baby monitor.

  Tommy’s soft laugh in her ear warmed her heart. “He’s a good daddy.”

  She rolled over so she could look into his eyes. “You both are.”

  “I’m sick and tired of the rat race, sugar. I want to be home. I don’t want to work my ass off and miss them growing up.” He took a deep breath. “I’m thinking about taking Kenny up on his offer. I’d still own the building, it’d give us some good income for a lot of years, and I’ll have a provision that I can always take it over again if he backs out.”

  “Will you be happy doing that?”

  “I can still do design work when the mood strikes me. I can be choosy.” He stroked her cheek. “Life’s too short to waste it working all the time. This is what I busted my ass for all those years, to get to a place where I can say dammit, I want to sleep in and stay home, and afford to do it.”

  “What about me?”

  “If you want to work there, you can. Kenny would kill to keep you.”

  This was exactly why she’d busted her ass, to make a better life for herself, to improve herself, get to the point where she could be self-sufficient if she wanted to be.

  But she wanted to be a mom. A wife. She wanted to enjoy the love of these two men, and she’d fought damn hard to bring them back to her.

  “Maybe Tyler would benefit from me being around more, so all he has to do is write.”

  Thomas’ smile lit his entire face. “Nakey naptime.”

  She laughed, burying her face in his shoulder. “Only for another year or so. Then Adam will be in pre-K.”

  He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Even better. Nakey school time.”

  She fingered the silver collar around his neck. He’d never asked to take it off, and frankly, she wasn’t sure where the key was. “Maybe you’ll be the one getting nakey.”

  “You won’t hear me complaining.” He rolled on top of her, his stiff erection poking her thigh.

  She put her arms around him. “Everyone’s going to be up soon.”

  “I’m up right now, baby girl.” He kissed her. “Is Mistress ordering me to stop?” He nuzzled her throat, running his tongue around the hollow at the base of her neck.

  Nevvie tangled her fingers in his hair. “No. Don’t stop.”

  He disappeared under the covers, lifting the oversized T-shirt she’d slept in above her breasts. He gently sucked one, then the other, drawing soft moans from her. In her belly a dull, needy ache settled deep between her legs.

  He froze at the soft knock on their bedroom door.

  Peggy’s voice drifted through to them. “I’m gonna start the coffee.”

  “Busted,” Tommy whispered from under the quilt, setting Nevvie off on a giggling jag.

  She smacked his shoulder. “Thanks, Mom. We’ll be out in a little while.”

  “Okay.”

  When Nevvie knew the coast was clear, she lifted the quilt. “You’re so going to get us in trouble.”

  He used the wide-eyed innocent puppy dog look on her, which set her off on another giggle fit. “Who, me?”

  “Yes, you. Dammit, now you’ve got me in the mood, too.”

  He crawled up the bed and kissed her. “How about we grab our shower?” He slid his hand between her legs. She hadn’t worn any panties to bed. Two fingers skillfully slipped inside her. “You’re already wet, baby girl.”

  Nevvie closed her eyes and squirmed on his hand. Seven years, and he could still make her instantly wet. Both men could.

  “Okay.”

  He sat up and the quilt slid down his back, pooling on the bed behind him. She’d kill for his broad, beaming smile. If Adam’s birth had healed Tyler’s old emotional scars, it seemed Mikey’s birth had erased most vestiges of Tom’s trauma. He was almost completely back to his old, playful self.

  They slipped into the shower. He carefully dropped to his knees and smiled up at her. “Is this what you wanted, Mistress?” he asked with a playful grin.

  She nodded and ran her fingers through his hair. The tile wall felt cool against her back. “Take care of me, baby.”

  His skilled tongue set to work. As his large hands gripped the back of her thighs she braced her arms on his shoulders, tightly clamping her lips together to hold back her loud moans. His tongue firmly laved her clit, from the top of her steamy folds down to the deepest recesses of her sex, burrowing deep within her.

  When he slid two thick fingers inside her she exploded, his lips sucking her swollen nub as she dug her nails into his shoulder. After the final wave crashed through her she leaned back on shaky knees and took a deep breath. Tom climbed to his feet and kissed her, his stiff shaft throbbing.

  “How was that, Mistress?” he asked with a playful smile.

  “Very good. I think you’ve earned a reward.” She turned and braced herself against the wall, wiggled her ass at him.

  Needing no further encouragement, he carefully lined up his cock with her ready sex and slid in with a soft moan. He gripped her hips and the two of them found an easy, familiar rhythm.

  “Jesus, I love you, babe,” he whispered into her ear.

  Nevvie rolled her hips against him. “Show me.”

  His low, hungry growl told her how close he was. She met each thrust, enjoying the feel of his wet flesh against and inside her. With two more hard thrusts he came. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and moaned into her shoulder. After a minute he kissed her and stepped back.

  Nevvie turned and moved to stand under the spray with him. “Better?”

  Thomas smiled his handsome, playful grin. She’d never take it for granted again, that’s for damn sure.

  “Absolutely…Mistress.”

  * * * *

  Thomas finished his shower. Nevvie was drying her hair when Tyler squeezed his way into the bathroom.

  “I’m guessing the two of you have had a little fun.”

  Nevvie and Thomas exchanged playful smiles. “Hey, Mistress ordered me,” Thomas said in a low voice.

  Tyler grinned. “Likely story.”

  “No, it’s true. I did use our little slave this morning,” she said. She knew from the front of Tyler’s pajama bottoms that he was more than ready to have some fun.

  “Well, perh
aps I want a little fun, too,” he said. “Love, go lock the bedroom door. Peggy’s watching the little ones.”

  She eagerly raced to do it.

  Tyler rummaged through their bags and found a bottle of lube. He crooked his finger at Thomas and pointed to the end of the bed.

  Wearing a face-splitting grin, Thomas dropped his towel to the floor and bent over, hands on the bed.

  Tyler’s low, hungry moan set Nevvie’s insides stirring. Tom began to stiffen again.

  Tyler removed his pajama pants and slicked his rigid cock. “Get him ready for me, love.”

  Nevvie sat next to Tom and held his cheeks apart. Tyler carefully nudged into place, waiting to thrust until Thomas flexed his hips and drove himself back onto Tyler’s shaft.

  “Oh, yeah!” Tommy grunted. Nevvie watched his face. His eyes dropped closed, his bottom lip caught under his teeth. His cock had completely hardened again.

  Tyler’s eyes also fluttered closed. As Nevvie moved her hands out of the way she turned around and slid under Thomas, sucking his shaft into her mouth. He needed no encouragement to drop his lips to her mound, where he eagerly laved her clit with his skilled tongue.

  Nevvie closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations, reaching between Tom’s legs to stroke both men’s sacs. Their low, responding moans sent deep waves of need through her. This many years later and they still responded to her slightest touch.

  God she loved them.

  It didn’t take Tom long to make her come. When she did she sucked his cock deep into her mouth, muffling her moans with his man-meat.

  “That’s it, love,” Tyler whispered. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, knowing Tom wouldn’t be far behind Nevvie. Tom buried his face in the quilt and moaned, his hips jerking spasmodically against Tyler. Tyler took two last thrusts and came deep inside his lover.

  They didn’t move for a moment, catching their breath. Nevvie was the first to untangle herself from the bottom of the pile.

  “Great,” she joked. “Now I need another shower.”

  Tyler laughed and carefully withdrew. “I’d be more than happy to shower with you, love.”