Tyler had paid entirely too much attention to how they were inserted, Nevvie thought. Then again, maybe she shouldn’t complain. One or both men went with her to all her doctor appointments, knowing she hated them with a passion due to an incident years before she ever met them.
Tyler beamed. “You looked like you were going to crawl under the table,” he said with an evil grin.
“Yeah, well, you just wait until your next annual exam, buster,” she grumped. She realized they’d turned away from the house. “Where are we going?”
“To pay our sweet Thomas a visit.”
She looked at her watch. “He’ll be home in a couple of hours.”
“Let’s go show Adam off.”
She eyed Tyler, but settled back in her seat. He was up to something, she just didn’t know what yet. “All right, fine.”
When Thomas left that morning on the Harley, she felt a melancholy pang. Before she was pregnant they used to ride the bike to work during good weather, sometimes several times a week. It was their special thing to do together, just like she had ballroom dancing with Tyler. Something they shared and enjoyed.
Thomas was Aerosmith—Tyler was Air Supply. Her playful tough-guy biker and her sweet, gentle brain.
Tommy didn’t like to ride alone and rarely rode without her. Once she was pregnant, neither man would let her on the bike despite her protests and the doctor assuring the men it was safe in the early months.
The Harley sat in Tom’s covered parking spot. Tyler pulled in next to the bike, in Nevvie’s marked space. She had worked up until her last month, then focused more on helping Tyler. Before the baby her time had been nearly evenly split between the office with Tommy, and working at home with Tyler. Now she debated whether she wanted to return to work at all. The men assured her she could stay home if she wanted—they certainly could afford it—but she knew she’d miss her time spent with Tommy if she did that.
Not to mention she enjoyed working.
Maggie, their friend and Tom’s long-time assistant before Nevvie went to work for him, swooped when they walked in.
“Oooh! Let me see him. I haven’t seen him in a week! He’s so cute! Almost makes me want to have another.”
Tom heard the commotion and walked out to greet them. He kissed Nevvie and Tyler, then the baby. “Hey, what’s up?”
She hooked her thumb at Tyler. “He insisted on dropping by.” The mischievous gleam in Tyler’s eyes could only mean one thing, that he was planning something.
What exactly, Nevvie still didn’t know.
Tom’s instincts matched Nevvie’s. “What are you planning, sugar?” he asked Ty.
“Why do the two of you assume I’m planning something?”
Nevvie and Tom both replied, “Because you’ve got the look.”
Tyler laughed. “My, aren’t we the suspicious ones?”
Nevvie spent time visiting her friends and co-workers and showing off the baby. Maggie cornered her again to take her upstairs to meet a new employee while Tyler took Adam from her.
“I’ll go change him, love.”
When Nevvie returned to Tom’s office on the first floor twenty minutes later, Tyler was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s the evil genius?” Nevvie asked.
Tom looked up from his computer. “What? I thought he was with you. I was in Kenny’s office until about five minutes ago.”
Nevvie realized the diaper bag wasn’t on the large sofa where she’d left it. When she stuck her head out the back door, Tyler’s Lexus was gone.
She stalked back to Tom’s office and found her cell phone. Tyler answered immediately.
“Yes?”
“Did you forget someone?”
“Go look in the bathroom, love.”
Puzzled, she opened the door to Tom’s private bathroom. Her motorcycle helmet and jacket were laying on the counter.
Tommy’s eyebrow shot up questioningly when she stepped out carrying them. “So is that why you suggested Tommy take the bike this morning? Did you engineer something?”
“Well, it has been a while since you got to ride. I thought the two of you might enjoy a little alone time, as it were. Let me speak to our sweet boy, right?”
She handed her phone to Thomas, who leaned back in his chair. “What did you do, Ty?” He listened for a minute, then laughed and shook his head. “All right.” He looked at Nevvie. “Go lock my door, sugar.”
Her heart raced, but she did. One of the benefits of being married, so to speak, to the boss was the freedom to engage in extracurricular activities with him.
“Okay,” Tom said. “Hold on.” He fumbled her phone for a moment, then figured out the speakerphone setting and turned the volume down. “All right, Ty. What is it?”
“Can you hear me, loves?” Ty asked.
Thomas pulled Nevvie into his lap. “Loud and clear,” he said.
“Nevvie, love?”
“Yes, Ty?”
“Don’t you mean Master?”
She froze, erotic heat immediately washing through her. They hadn’t played this game in a while. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Tom’s sudden and hard erection poked her in the ass. “Goddamn,” he muttered, his arms encircling her waist. “That’s playing dirty, Ty,” he rumbled in a low voice.
Tyler chuckled. “My sweet little slave, I want you to spend a couple of hours servicing Master Thomas. Then he’ll bring you home and by that time I’m sure I’ll have more fun waiting for you.”
She gasped, her lower belly clenching in a pleasant way. “Yes, Master,” she said, finding her little slave girl voice that got both men instantly fuck ready.
Tom’s hands tightened on her. “Holy fuck, Ty. You could have given me a warning.”
“Ah, but it is so much better this way, is it not?”
Tom slid his hands between her legs. “I guess you’re right, it is.”
“And the two of you haven’t been able to ride together in a long time. In more ways than one.”
Nevvie leaned back against Tom’s firm chest and closed her eyes. No, she hadn’t been rode in what felt like forever, and after their hot shower a few weeks prior, she wanted it more than ever before.
“Have fun, you two. I’m afraid I neglected to get condoms, but I’m sure you can improvise. Love to you both. Be a good girl, my sweet little slave, and I’ll have something special for you later.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, enjoying the pleasant throbbing between her legs.
Tyler hung up. Thomas leaned back in the chair, pulling her against him. “Well, sugar. I guess we’ve got our orders, don’t we?” He nuzzled the back of her neck.
This wasn’t expected, but it damn sure was fun.
“Does my master have anything he’d like me to do?”
“Goddamn, girl!” he growled. “I fucking do.” He stood, scooped her into his arms and carried her to the leather sofa. “You bet your sweet ass I do.” He knelt over her, kissing her, then sat up again. “No condoms, huh?”
She groaned. “The doctor gave me something, but it takes a week to be effective.”
He looked at her. “Damn I want to fuck you, baby. You have no idea how much.”
She pulled him down to her. “How’s your timing?”
He grinned. “You want to risk it?”
“Hell yes.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetie.”
He yanked his shirt off, the sight of his firm torso sending another ripple of heat through Nevvie’s core. Both men were handsome. Tom’s tall, lanky body was built from harder angles and leaner muscle, while Tyler’s trim, shorter frame, softer and more compact, still hinted at his years of playing soccer in school. Both men were nearly equally well endowed.
“You have that backwards, Master. Your little slave will fulfill your every wish.”
He paused, his jaw gaped. “Fuck, I forgot how damn hot you are when you talk like that!” He kissed her, his lips greedily crushing hers.
She wrap
ped her arms around him and ground her hips against him. The men were as different in their lovemaking styles as in their appearances. Tommy was her rowdy, passionate biker—Tyler her sensual brain. Both men could be either playful or passionate as their mood and hers dictated. Neither failed to please.
He lifted her shirt, remembering to be very gentle with her still-tender breasts, and kissed his way down her belly. “Baby girl, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Been thinking about this for so long.”
“You ain’t the only one!”
He laughed and worked on her jeans, sliding them and her underwear down her legs. Over the past couple of days Nevvie had been relieved to see the last of her post-pregnancy healing seemed complete. Tommy glanced up at her.
She nodded, smiling. “Go ahead.”
Nevvie had to clamp down on her lower lip to stifle her moan as his tongue caressed her throbbing clit. He was sooo good, both men were. Tyler homed in on her most sensitive areas with precision while Tommy went for the scattershot approach, overwhelming her with the strength of his passion and exquisitely skilled mouth.
Closing her eyes, she jammed a pillow into her mouth and bit down to muffle her screams as he quickly and mercilessly brought her over once. When she tried to wiggle free he grabbed her hips and held on, not letting her go until he’d coaxed a second climax out of her.
Then he sat up, smiling. “Good?”
Nodding because she was too out of breath to speak, she couldn’t resist him when he pulled her off the sofa. He rolled her onto her knees, ass in the air.
His favorite position.
He slid out of his jeans, pressed his body against hers. “Baby girl,” he hoarsely whispered, “I’ve been dying to have you back like this.”
He pressed his cock against her drenched opening, slowly, carefully sliding in, afraid of hurting her.
Nevvie moaned, pushing back against him.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Don’t stop!” she gasped.
He chuckled. “Believe me, I’m not.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly thrust, trying to prolong the sensation. He loved to fuck her hard and fast but not in this position, and not when he was afraid of hurting her. He was more than content to savor the feel of her hot, slick muscles grabbing at him, trying to keep him inside her every time he pulled out to thrust again.
Sitting up, he slowed his strokes and caressed her back, firmly gripped her hips. “I love you so much, baby. God, you have no idea.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Tommy!”
He stopped. “What did you say, little slave?”
Nevvie laughed then cast a sultry glance over her shoulder. “I meant to say, ‘Shut up and fuck me, Master.’”
He grinned and carefully bumped his hips against her, making her moan. “Like that?”
“Yeah. Like that.”
He couldn’t hold back much longer. He growled, “Get ready,” then pulled out and rolled her over again. She greedily sucked his cock into her mouth, moaning with him as his hot seed pumped into her. He had to force her to let go. He collapsed onto the couch and scooped her into his arms.
“Ah, baby girl.” He kissed her shoulder, gently nipped her. “You are so fantastic.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Master.”
“Goddamn!” he growled. “Keep talking like that, you’re going to get yourself fucked again.”
“I certainly hope so.” She loved playing this with them, an ongoing game that started the night they made her promise to go with them to Pete and Eddie’s Halloween party, dressed as their little slave girl. She’d been more than happy to play along at the time, without any idea they were trying to finally make their feelings known to her.
He was already stiffening against her backside. She rolled over and wiggled until his cock pressed against her entrance. “This time, Master, maybe you can last a little longer,” she purred.
He grabbed her hips and buried his cock deep inside her, kissing her as he did. She could barely wait to see what Tyler had in store. Tyler had been petrified of hurting her during her pregnancy. She’d barely been able to get him to make love to her. She’d had plenty of trysts with Tommy here in their office or at home while Tyler was out running errands.
Moaning, running his lips over her neck, he took his time, eventually slowing and holding still as his hand slipped between their bodies. “All right, sugar,” he hoarsely whispered. “I’m gonna play with you and make you come again, and you’re gonna scream for me.” He pressed his lips to hers.
With her fingers wrapped in his hair, she fucked him with her tongue while his fingers strummed her sensitive clit. Having his huge cock buried inside her only intensified the sensation. As she climbed toward release she hooked her leg around one of his and ground her hips against him.
He got his scream, muffled by his mouth on hers. Knowing she was finished he grabbed her hips again and thrust. He dropped his head to her shoulder and she sensed he was close. When he suddenly pulled out she grabbed his cock, stroking it as Tom moaned against her flesh, his juices coating her hand and belly as he climaxed.
Spent, she relaxed on the couch, tightly snuggled in Tom’s arms. She loved having both of them in bed with her, hated it when one of them had to be away on business, but it was nice having a couple of hours alone with one of them.
“Did I please my master?” she coyly asked.
Thomas laughed, loud and hearty. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “Ah, you know you always do, baby girl.” He sighed. “Let’s lie here for a couple of minutes and then grab a quick shower before we head home. I don’t want to keep his royal slyness waiting.”
Nevvie glanced at the clock. They’d already been there over an hour. Wow.
They took their time in the shower, playful and teasing. By the time they finished and dressed it was nearly six o’clock. The first floor was empty when they left, although she knew from the cars in the lot that some of the other employees were still upstairs. She tucked her purse and phone into the saddlebag and pulled on her jacket, helmet and gloves. Thomas backed the bike out and started it, waited for her to climb on behind him.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his firm abs. “Ready to go home, baby girl?” he asked over the bike’s engine.
“I sure am, Master.”
The engine’s rev swallowed his, “Goddamn!” as they pulled out of the parking lot onto US 301.
* * * *
Tyler had dinner ready for them when they returned. Thomas pulled him into his arms and kissed him, long and deep. “Dammit I love you, mister.”
“Mmm. That makes two of us, love.” Tyler released him with a pat on his rump, then turned and kissed Nevvie. “And how is my sweet little slave?”
With her arms around his neck, she did a sensuous bump and grind against him, his stiff cock pressing through his slacks.
“I’m ready to play, Master,” she said in her sultry slave voice.
Tyler’s smile reached his eyes. “Ah, you shall have ample time to show me how ready you are after dinner.” His hands settled on her ass, pulling her tight against him. He looked over her shoulder at Thomas. “You didn’t wear her out, did you?”
Thomas grinned. “Does it look like I wore her out?”
“No, apparently not.”
Dinner was, as always when Tyler cooked, fantastic. Thomas checked on the baby, found him sleeping, then kissed Tyler and Nevvie. “I’m going to go catch up on my email. Don’t play too long or I might come join you.”
“I’ll save you some energy,” Tyler teased. “If you wish.”
Tommy’s low, hungry growl did what it always did to Nevvie, made her soaking wet between her legs.
“Dammit,” he whispered, “don’t fucking tease me, Ty.”
Tyler pulled his lover to him and kissed him. “Who says I’m teasing, sweet?” He stepped away. “But first, I need to take care of our naughty little slave here.” He took her hand and led her to their bedroom, closing
the door behind them.
Inside she tried to jump him but he laughed, caught her arms and pulled her over to the bed. “Ah, not quite so fast. You get your arse in bed like a good little slave.”
She quickly stripped, lying on the bed with her legs spread. “Like this, Master?” she asked, her silky voice drawing a needy moan from him.
He shed his clothes. “Exactly. You’ve been very, very naughty.” He stood at the end of the bed and stared at her, his cock at attention. “Very naughty indeed.”
Nevvie felt the lower muscles of her belly contract in a pleasantly erotic way under his deep, blue gaze. “What did I do, Master?”
He grinned, kneeling on the bed between her legs. “The very thought of having you tonight has kept me like this—” he pointed to his stiff cock, “—all afternoon with no relief.”
“I’m sorry, Master. What can your little slave do to make it up to you?” She licked her lips in anticipation. Anything, whatever he wanted, she’d do it and he knew it. If Tyler turned the full force of his blue eyes on her, she’d do anything at all.
He shook his head. “First of all, I’m going to make you scream and get you nice and wet. Then I’m going to fuck you for a little while, because I’m positive that Master Thomas made sure you were nice and ready for me. Then, if you’re a good little slave and you please me, I’ll turn you over and give you something you haven’t had in a very long time.
She gasped, grinning, wiggling her hips at him. “Then we’d better get started, Master.”
He lowered his lips between her legs, his tongue gently tracing every fold and curve of her sex, drawing a long, needy moan from her.
“Oh, Master, that’s so good!”
“And I’ve barely done anything, my sweet.” He loved teasing her, drawing it out, making her beg for release. She’d missed this so much with them, this aspect of their relationship.
After several long, sultry minutes he lifted his head again, chuckling at her disappointed moan. “What’s the matter, love?”
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