Love Slave for Two: Resilience [Love Slave for Two 5] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Tymber Dalton

  Tyler changed tactics, now using two fingers, scissored along either side of her clit and flicking rapidly back and forth. Every movement he made had her pussy contracting around Tom’s cock, which tightened everything in her body, a rolling chain reaction of pleasure that she no longer controlled. Tyler’s mouth returned to her ear, his whispered tones scorching nerve endings all the way to the depths of her soul.

  “Our sweet, delicious pet. I think tonight I shall have you suck his cock while I fuck that pussy of yours. It’s been far too long since we’ve had you stretched out between us, servicing both of your Masters at the same time.”

  A low, needy whine escaped her. Sure, it was just for fun, but Tyler’s pitch-perfect tone held her captive and she never wanted to let go.

  “Or, perhaps after we’re finished here, I shall turn you over and make you come even more and eat out that nicely filled pussy, hmm?”

  “No panties,” Tom gasped. Tyler knew damn well he was trying to hold back and having a hard time doing it.

  “Yesss,” Tyler said. “No panties today, pet. And wear that old blue sundress of yours I do so love.”

  Fuuuuck… She clamped down her lips on the scream of pleasure struggling to break free as the orgasm slammed into her. Tyler and Tom were masters of stealth seduction around the kids. She could expect to be groped and fondled—and kept in a near constant state of horniness—until they went to bed that night.

  God, she’d missed the fuck out of her men!

  And not just the sex, because, to be honest, sometimes they were all too tired to do much more than once or twice a week. Life got in the way.

  She’d missed them. The teamwork, their presence, their sweet, solid love and support.

  “That’s three, darling, and such a good girl you’re being for us.”

  Tyler nibbled his way down her neck, to her right shoulder, biting down hard where she knew the sundress would hide it.

  So did Tyler.

  The man had a plan for everything.

  Her pussy and ass eagerly contracted around their cocks while the fourth climax crested and swept through her.

  Biting was soooo fucking hot. Especially when they both pinned her down and did it to her at the same time, loving to leave bites on her inner thighs.

  “One more,” Tommy gasped. “Come on, baby girl.” He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

  Tyler pushed her forward onto Tom and started fucking her ass, hard. “I know how to get her over one last time.”

  Nevvie’s eyes fell closed as Tom kissed her, fisting a hand in her hair as his hips bucked up against her. Tyler’s cock drove into her cunt even as his fingers played with her clit.

  She couldn’t have held back if she’d wanted to. And as soon as Tyler felt her last orgasm start, he grabbed her by the hips and plowed her ass hard, the way she loved being taken by them, thoroughly owned and used and ridden.

  Theirs.

  “That’s our good girl.” Tyler’s deep strokes kept her orgasm rolling, going, not as strong as the first one, but even sweeter for its duration.

  Tom’s other hand, resting on her waist, tightened. “Here…you…go…” He pulled her in for another kiss, groaning into her mouth as his cock throbbed and filled her pussy, one down.

  Tyler had found his groove and wasn’t stopping now. His fingers dug into her flesh. “Who owns this sweet ass, love?”

  She could barely think, much less talk. “You do, both of you.”

  “That’s right.” His pace slowed, and he took his time withdrawing just to slam home hard and deep. “Only us.” There was…something in his tone, though. Something…

  Almost a hint of agony.

  She arched her back and rocked against him and hoped she wasn’t hurting Tom’s leg in the process. “Fuck me, Master—”

  “Yes!”

  Nevvie didn’t know if it was what she said or did that helped Tyler over the edge, but he took one last stroke inside her and fell still, beads of sweat dripping onto her back as he caught his breath.

  Tom shifted his head. “Ty?”

  She glanced back and realized that wasn’t sweat.

  Extricating herself, she turned and held Ty. He clutched her against him, his face pressed into her shoulder as he wordlessly, silently sobbed.

  Tom winced but managed to get turned around and stretched out behind Ty. Lying sideways across the bed, with Ty pressed firmly between them, they held him as he shuddered, wracked by tears.

  Their poor guy. Nevvie’s heart broke for him. She hated Marcus and what he’d done to Ty, but also knew their guy’s emotions ran deep and hard and didn’t have to make logical sense. It was an integral part of who he was.

  She didn’t want to change him, not a bit.

  It meant for all his strength, he was extremely fragile in some ways, ways that mattered.

  That meant she and Tom had to hold him together when he wasn’t able to hold himself together.

  And she always would.

  It took him nearly ten minutes to calm down. “Sorry,” he sniffled.

  “Shh.” She pressed another kiss to his forehead. “It’s okay. We’re all home. You can stop being strong now. Let me and Tommy carry the load for a while.”

  He played with a strand of her hair. “I missed you so, so much, love.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t have my passport renewed. If it means anything, I sent in the forms.”

  He smiled. “Better late than never.”

  Maybe that was the answer. Instead of a weekend alone, they could take her to Brussels and together they could help Tyler finish excavating whatever it was he needed to, mentally or literally.

  “Sorry I couldn’t be there with you.”

  He blew out a long, deep breath. “Morning shower, then, loves?”

  “I think I want a soak in the hot tub,” Tommy said.

  “Ahem.” She poked at the dark purple love bite Tyler had left on his shoulder, then the one on Tyler’s. “If you two hadn’t been chewing on each other in Brussels, I’d say sure.”

  “Aw, the kids are old enough,” Tommy said. “They know where babies come from.”

  She arched an eyebrow at him. “You want Willow and Zoey, who haven’t seen their Daddy in nearly a month, or their Poppa in over a week, and who will want to be all over you two, to be staring at the evidence the two of you were bumping uglies in Brussels? You sure about that? Your little babies? The girls you didn’t want to let go to a party with their brother?”

  Tom’s face reddened. “Not when you put it like that, no.”

  “Tyler and I will grab a shower. You soak in the bathtub. How’s that for compromise?”

  Tom sat up and kissed her. “Now I know why you’re the smart one of the three of us, sugar.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  The men never managed to leave the house Saturday. Once they were up and awake and downstairs, the girls both appeared and were practically glued to them all afternoon and evening, especially Zoey.

  Frankly, Tom didn’t want to go anywhere. While it wasn’t chilly there in Savannah, it was still damp, and with the incoming storm his leg was still aching.

  He stretched out on the sofa, catching up with the girls, his head in Tyler’s lap as he shared in the conversation. They and Adam got to watch Mikey’s game they’d missed last night, too, when Nevvie played it through the big TV. They both talked to Dad on the phone, and Karen stopped by to say hi and talk to Nevvie.

  But other than talking and napping, neither man really wanted to move from their living room.

  Sunday morning dawned cloudy and breezy. Hurricane Gladys now looked like she’d hit late Tuesday. It was a little before eight, and both Nevvie and Tyler were still sound asleep after wearing each other out in the middle of the night when he’d woken up to go to the bathroom, accidentally woke Nevvie in the process, and they’d ended up wearing each other out again.

  Tom’s leg had hurt too much to join them,
so he’d pretended to be mostly asleep and quietly watched with a smile on his face. He’d hoped to leave the house that morning without playing twenty questions with Nevvie first. She and Tyler were both still sound asleep when he crawled out of bed and pulled on shorts and a T-shirt.

  It seemed everyone was sleeping late in their house. None of the kids were up and about when Tom made his way downstairs. Tom had stashed the envelope from Marcus in his carry-on bag, because he’d had more room in his than Tyler did. Saturday afternoon, he’d sat in his office and took a moment to separate the correspondence between Tyler and Marcus from the rest. No one would disturb it there before he was ready to deal with it, and it’d keep it out of Tyler’s line of sight for now.

  Nevvie must have pre-set the coffeepot the night before, because it was on and with a fully brewed carafe. He started to pour himself some into a travel mug.

  Then he slopped it all over the counter when he jumped at the sound of Nevvie’s voice.

  “A more suspicious woman might think there was something going on, you sneakin’ around like this so soon after getting home.”

  He turned. She stood there, in one of his T-shirts, arms crossed over her chest.

  “Jesus Christ, Nev. You spooked me.” He set the carafe down and grabbed paper towels to mop up the spill.

  “That’s not an answer. What’s going on?”

  Dammit.

  He should have known better than to try to keep it from her.

  He motioned for her to keep her voice down. “One of the things Marcus left for Ty was an envelope full of stuff. Including letters between him and Jean-Claude. In French.”

  She frowned. “What?”

  “I took one of the older ones, typed it into a doc, and used Google to translate it. It’s…personal stuff. Some of them are dated around the time Marcus and Ty met. I don’t want Ty knowing what’s in them until I know what’s in them first. I want Dad’s help translating them so we aren’t letting Ty march into an emotional minefield. That’s why I asked you to ask Dad if he could speak French.”

  She grokked him now. “Ohh.” She hugged him. “Go. I’ll keep him distracted.”

  “Won’t be hard to do. He really needs some alone time with you.”

  “Is he okay? What happened over there?” They hadn’t had time to talk—alone—about this.

  “Old stuff he had to deal with. I think he’ll be okay, now that we’re home. But I need to know what’s in these letters.”

  She nodded. “I got it.” She pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you so much. You know that?”

  “Love you, too, baby girl.”

  “Take my car. Keys are on the bookcase.”

  “Thanks.”

  She returned upstairs. Tom filled the travel mug with coffee, grabbed his laptop case, which now concealed the envelope, and headed next door to Dad’s. If the kids had seen him, he’d already planned the excuse of going to see if Dad needed anything done, and getting caught up talking.

  This wasn’t going to be pleasant. It felt a lot like reading someone’s diary, except Marcus had left the letters for Tyler to read, if he chose to.

  But Marcus got zero say in what Tyler did or didn’t learn in the process. Not anymore. That was Tom and Nevvie’s prerogative as Ty’s spouses.

  Dad waved to him from the kitchen window as Tom got out of the car. The house smelled of freshly baked cinnamon rolls, and Tom had never in his life been so glad to be home as he was right now.

  “Welcome home!” Andrew hugged him after opening the front door for him. “Where’s Ty?”

  “He’s still home asleep. Where’s Bill and Karen?”

  “They headed into town with the princess to do some last-minute hurricane shopping. What’s all this, then?” He pointed at the laptop case.

  “We alone?”

  “Why, yes. Colin will be back later, though. He ran home to pick up a few things.”

  “Oh. I’m looking forward to meeting him. But, eh, I did need to talk to you alone. Can we go into the kitchen? Are there any cinnamon rolls left?”

  Andrew led the way with a smile. “We made extra. I’d hoped you boys would stop by this morning. So exciting! I haven’t been to Brussels in over twenty years. How was your trip?” He turned, wincing. “Although, I am sorry about Tyler’s friend.”

  “That’s what I need your help with, Dad. I have a massive favor to ask. If you want to tell me no, I’ll understand and it won’t hurt my feelings.” Tom settled at the table and removed the envelope from the laptop case while Andrew brought him a plate with two cinnamon rolls on it.

  “Anything.” He sat across from Tom. “Name it.”

  “It’s…” Tom took a deep breath. “It’s personal, and I hate to ask this, but I need to keep it private between you and me, for now. Nev knows I’m here. Ty doesn’t. Why will become obvious shortly.”

  He scowled. “Secrets?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I don’t honestly know how to answer that. I don’t like to be dishonest.”

  “I know, Dad, but…please?”

  “Very well, I’ll hear you out, but I reserve the right to change my mind.”

  Tom told him the basics about Marcus, leaving out some of the specific aspects, like BDSM. How Marcus was the first man Ty had been with. How Marcus had suddenly left that same night, literally getting up from bed to tell Tyler he was returning to Brussels, and then leaving.

  The incident in Seattle and how that tied in.

  And…now.

  When Tom finished a few minutes later, Andrew had rested his hands clasped together on the table, staring at them. “And that pillock is who died? The one who Tyler was supposed to dine with in Seattle that time? The man Nevvie and I met?”

  “Yeah. He left us his apartment, which is worth a lot of money, and money to go with it. But he also left these.”

  He removed the letters and cards from the envelope and showed them to Andrew. “This is why I need help, Dad. I cannot begin to tell you how badly Marcus fucked up Tyler’s trust for several years before I met Ty. I almost lost him through a misunderstanding because of the mistrust he had over what Marcus did to him. I want to know what these say. I need to know. Then I’ll know if I can tell Tyler what they say, or if I need to ‘misplace’ them.”

  He ate his rolls while Andrew sorted through the correspondence. Andrew looked spookily like Tyler, and the way his brow furrowed as he read reminded him of his own guy.

  After several minutes, Andrew looked up. “These are…quite personal. And I believe there may be a few mentions of Tyler in them, although perhaps not by name, more by reference. This won’t be a quick thing, though. I really should sort them by date and start with the oldest ones.”

  “That’s fine. Just hide them for me until you’re done. This is between you and me. I don’t want anyone else knowing besides Nevvie.”

  “Is there…anything else you’re not disclosing to me? I see mention in some of these…” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. Then he met Tom’s gaze head-on. “This Jean-Claude chap refers to Marcus as ‘Master’ several times.”

  Tom nodded. “Yeah. That’s accurate. They had a non-traditional relationship dynamic. Think Fifty Shades, except full-time, and the real deal, not bullshit.”

  “Right.” He stared at the letters. “And this sod fucked Tyler right in the head, not simply literally?”

  “Yeah. Apparently he regretted leaving Ty the way he did. Ty forgave him when they talked that night in Seattle, but I can tell he’s still trying to process everything in light of these new events and after speaking with Marcus before he died. Ty feels his second marriage failed because he couldn’t open up to her after Marcus hurt him. He was already messed up from One cheating on him. Then Marcus happened. Ty met some people between then and his divorce from Moira that helped him figure out some things about himself. But then that failed, then he met me. Luckily, we clicked, and I didn’t give up on him.”

  “Do you
mind if I write on these? Just to number them for reference to the translations. I’ll type the translations into a document file for you. It’ll take me a couple of days, at least. Perhaps longer. Especially with everyone around because of the storm.”

  “Sure. Take all the time you need. If he looks for them, I’ll stall him. He can’t read French anyway.”

  “Right.” He gathered them up. “Let me go put these someplace safe then.” He left the kitchen for a moment.

  Without Andrew there, Tom could almost imagine the footsteps he heard leading down the hall and toward the bedrooms was Momma, that she was still alive.

  He’d hated that Andrew had been widowed after so many previous years of being alone, but he’d thought at Andrew’s age it was unlikely he’d meet someone else.

  Until Colin.

  When Dad returned, Tommy decided to lighten the mood. “So…Colin?” He’d finished the rolls and Andrew was bringing him two more.

  He smiled as he slid the plate in front of Tom. “Yes. He’ll be staying here with me throughout the storm. Perhaps longer, if I’m lucky.”

  “So how’d that happen?”

  “Fair warning, no teasing, right? Colin’s still very nervous but…” Andrew clasped his hands on the table. “I’m actually hoping that him getting to meet you and Tyler and seeing the relationship you have with each other, and Nevvie, will help him completely emerge from his shell. His three children basically disowned him when he came out after his wife died.”

  “Ouch. That sucks.”

  “Your children have already been amazing to him, and Bill and Karen have practically adopted him. John and Kelly have also been simply wonderful. I’ve assured him he’s welcome in this family.”

  “Hell, yeah, he is.” Tom smiled. “At least we won’t need a shotgun wedding for you two.”

  * * * *

  “Where did you escape to, love?” Tyler rolled over and draped his arm across Tommy’s midsection when he returned to their bed a little before nine.