Authors: Tymber Dalton
Tags: #Romance
“Remember, two o’clock tomorrow, we go to the dealership and you and Thomas get a lesson in driving the RV.”
“Oh, joy,” Tom snarked. “It’s not Nevvie and me I’m worried about, Evil Genius.”
Nevvie’s doubts weren’t all to do with Tyler’s dubious driving skills. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just fly to Seattle?” she asked. “Rent a car there? And…you know…fly back home? From Seattle?”
Tyler held her tightly. “It’s all right,” he whispered in her ear. “You don’t have to confront her if you don’t wish to.”
Nevvie had green-lighted Tyler getting their attorney to track down her adopted mother, Mary. Once and for all, she wanted to find out about her birth parents. Not just to answer her own questions about her past and why Mary abandoned her, but for the sake of her sons. Since Tyler’s heart attack, Nevvie wanted to learn all she could about potential threats to her sons’ health.
Nervous mother? Hell yes, she admitted it.
She also wouldn’t deny she wanted answers, even though the questions no longer mattered. Why Mary was willing to abandon her when her stepfather, Preacher Jim, ordered her to.
Why Mary didn’t love her enough to fight for her.
Although any answer she gave Nevvie still wouldn’t change the fact that Nevvie had two husbands who loved her, two sons she adored, and a wide circle of friends and family that she wouldn’t trade for anything.
Still, she needed those answers more than she ever wanted to admit.
* * * *
As they all returned to the house and Nevvie went to check on a sleeping Mikey, Tyler breathed a deep sigh of relief. While irritated at him, he knew neither Tom nor Nevvie were truly angry.
He went into his study, shutting the door behind him. He sat down at his desk and booted his laptop. Once it came up, he pulled up the last document he’d been working on.
Pure rubbish.
He hated it.
What he hadn’t admitted to either of his spouses was the fact that he was bloody stuck. Thirty-two thousand words into his latest book, a thriller promised to his publisher in four months, and he was totally, utterly frozen.
And had been for several weeks.
He sat back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head, hoping the words on the screen would magically rearrange themselves into some semblance of brilliance. Each book had been more successful than the last, and this was the long-anticipated sequel in one of his series.
Bollocks.
Nevvie had enough on her plate taking care of their sons, as well as her mental stress over meeting her adopted mother. He refused to add to her cares.
No, this is my job. I’ll bloody well figure out how to do it.
He just prayed the trip would help jog his creative process.
* * * *
By bedtime, Nevvie had gotten over the worst of her ire at Tyler.
Tom, however, apparently still felt irritated. “I just cannot believe you’d go out and make purchases like this without at least talking to us first, Ty.” He ran a hand through his brown hair. “I mean, this isn’t a little thing you bought.”
“I thought you said you liked them,” Tyler replied.
“That’s not the point. And quit turning those big, blue, puppy-dog eyes on me. This is serious.”
“We can well afford it.”
“Again, not the point. You need to keep us in the loop about big-ticket purchases like this. Not to mention include us in the planning stages.”
“Well, Nevvie said I could make the plans for the trip. She agreed we could drive—”
“Whoa!” She held up her hands. “I never said go out and buy an RV. Don’t go putting this on me.” She dropped down onto the bed, her hands in her lap.
“Plans for what trip?” Tom asked, turning to her.
She took a deep breath. “I told him he could have Bob hunt down Mary.” She stared at her hands as she nervously worked her fingers together. “Bob found her. She lives in Sheridan, Wyoming.”
“Wyoming? Mary? Who the hell—” Tyler leaned in and whispered in Tom’s ear. He went quiet. Then his expression turned somber. “Oh. Babe, I’m sorry. Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nodded without looking up. “I have a right to know why.”
The men sat on the bed, flanking her. “Love,” Tyler gently said, “it’s understandable that you wish to talk to her. If it’s going to be too hard on you, however, I’m all for not doing it.”
“Me too, sugar,” Tom echoed. “You are our main concern. We can have Bob track down the information you want about your family’s health history.”
She finally looked up and smiled at them. “Thanks, guys. But I want to do this. I need to do it. I need closure. It’s always bugged me. I know it won’t change a damn thing about the past, but I have a right to get answers from her.” She plucked at Tyler’s shirt. “And I guess I do want those answers. You know? I want to hear her say it. I want to make her look me in the eye when she says it.”
“All right, love,” Tyler said. “Then we’ll do it.” He pulled her to him. “And we’ll have a fun family adventure in the process.”
Tom let out a snort. “It’ll be an adventure, all right.”
“Hush,” Tyler said. “I have always wanted to see the country from the ground, not looking down at it from ten thousand feet in the sky. And I’ve always wanted to have a family vacation. That is something, other than trips to see Mom in Savannah, that we haven’t had.”
Nevvie kissed him. “Fine. But no more big-ticket surprises. Okay?”
He smiled. “Absolutely, love. No more surprises.”
Tom snorted again. “I’ll believe
that
when I see it.”
She lightly smacked his arm. “Give him a break. He’s trying.”
“I know, baby girl, but I’m still irritated.”
“So, what would it take to un-irritate you, hmm?” Tyler asked.
Tom burst out laughing. “Um, yeah. That. Exactly.”
Nevvie climbed off the bed and let Tyler scoot next to Tom. Tyler grabbed him and pulled him into his lap while laying a long, deep, sexy kiss on his lips. “You mean, that?” Tyler asked.
“Yeah!” he breathlessly whispered before pulling Tyler’s mouth back down to his.
Nevvie undressed while Tyler revved Tom’s motor. She climbed onto the bed on Tom’s other side and started working on his slacks. He tried kicking his shoes off while she did that, and neither of them made any progress in getting his clothes off.
Finally, in frustration, he broke his kiss with Tyler and sat up. “Okay, let me get nekkid. Y’all got me so horny I can’t think straight.”
While he stood and began yanking off his clothes, Tyler also stood. He took a slower, more seductive pace as his gaze bored into Tom’s while he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m going to get you even more horny before I let you come, love.”
Tyler’s deep, throaty tone, combined with his sexy British accent, did what it always did to Nevvie even though his words were directed at Tom. Her clit throbbed as moisture immediately began pooling in her pussy.
“Who’s going to make me come?” she asked in a plaintive tone.
“Oh, don’t worry, love,” Tyler assured her. “You’ll be begging us to stop by the time we’re finished with you.”
Tom threw himself back down onto the bed, landing next to her and bouncing her a little. “Oh, yeah, sugar,” he said. “Gonna have you screaming your head off.” He grabbed her and pulled her down to him, kissing her. His tongue stroked the seam of her lips and she softly moaned.
“Well, perhaps not screaming,” Tyler said with a chuckle. He reached out and stroked her ass before starting to remove his slacks. “We don’t want her waking up the boys.”
Tom broke their kiss just long enough to reply. “I’m sure I’ve got something I can gag her with,” he said with a wicked grin before kissing her again.
Nevvie whimpered with need, her clit now swollen and aching just from their little bit of banter. Her two men knew her body so well, and it never got old with both of them keeping her plenty busy.
Tom’s fingers gently fisted in her hair as he pulled her mouth off his. His breath brushed against her lips as he spoke. “You want my cock to suck on while Tyler’s licking your pussy, baby girl?”
“Mm-hmm!” She tried to kiss him again, but he firmly held on to her hair and wouldn’t let her get close enough to lock lips again.
A sexy smile curled his mouth. “Aw, is our poor baby girl all wet and horny?”
Somewhere behind her, she felt Tyler’s fingers unerringly slip between her legs and part her labia.
“Oh, yes,” Tyler confirmed. “One very wet little slave girl.”
Her insides twisted in a hot and pleasant way.
So they want the little slave girl game tonight?
Fine with her. She loved playing it. She wiggled her butt at him, trying to encourage him to play with her a little longer. Instead, he laid a light slap across her right ass cheek, not even enough to sting.
“Who told you to do that?” Tyler asked. “Hold still.”
Tom pulled her lips back down onto his, his tongue roughly thrusting into her mouth as Tyler began teasing her with his fingers. Not quite stroking her clit, he gathered some of her juices onto his fingers and started tracing every fold between her legs. Tom slipped a hand under her and found her left breast. He cupped her in his hand, her nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger.
She whimpered again as Tom’s skilled fingers slowly rolled her nipple, turning it into a stiff, aching point of need with a direct connection to her clit and pussy.
“Oh, she likes that,” Tyler said. He laid his other hand on her left ass cheek and squeezed. She tried to wiggle and squirm between them to get more contact directly on her clit, but Tyler wouldn’t let her. “No, love,” he chastised. “You be a good girl and let your masters take care of you.”
Nevvie whined in protest, but Tom’s tongue in her mouth and fingers on her nipple soon had her distracted again. As did Tyler, who had now inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, where he proceeded to finger-fuck her.
“Ah, love, you’re so perfectly ready. I simply cannot wait any longer to be inside you.” He grabbed her hips and made her stand next to the bed, bent over. Tom changed position, his legs hanging off the bed. Tyler pushed her head down to Tom’s cock. “Get busy, love. I doubt you’ll come this time, but I need to fuck that sweet pussy.”
As her lips closed around Tom’s cock, his hands once again twisted in her hair as his hips thrust up to meet her downward journey. He quickly grew rigid between her lips, his warm, musky scent filling her lungs.
Behind her, Tyler grabbed her hips, lined his cock up with her pussy, and plunged home hard, shoving her down even further on Tom’s cock.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. She loved being pinned between her men, either like this or sandwiched between them with both their cocks filling her pussy and ass at the same time. Tyler varied his thrusts between short, shallow strokes and hard, deep ones that filled her completely and stretched her pussy in a pleasantly familiar way. She wrapped her fingers around the base of Tom’s cock as she tried to keep up with Tyler.
“That’s it, love,” he grunted. “Just relax and enjoy letting your owners use your body.”
Nevvie thought her insides would melt from the heat of his voice. She knew she wouldn’t get over like this, but the erotic friction of Tyler’s cock inside her churned her desire for them. When she tried to rock back against him in time with his strokes, he lightly slapped her ass again.
“Behave, love. I’m driving. Be a good girl. Let me set the pace.”
She whined around Tom’s cock, which made him laugh. “She’s really horny, Ty. She wants it.”
“She can have it when…I’m…done.” He took several strokes faster and deeper than the others before she felt his cock grow harder inside her. His balls slapped loudly against her ass as he let out one last groan before falling still, holding tightly on to her hips to keep his cock deeply embedded inside her.
“Exquisite,” he whispered. He took a deep breath and blew it out. “That, love, was just the first course.” He leaned forward and traced her spine with his tongue and lips. “We’re going to thoroughly use our girl tonight.”
She tried to lift her head from Tom’s cock to reply, but his grip in her hair tightened, holding her in place and making her clit throb even more.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Tom said, his tone teasing. “You’re not going anywhere yet. I’ve got at least two in me tonight, baby girl, and one of them is going down your throat.”
Her legs nearly gave out on her over his commanding tone. She loved it when they both took charge like this.
“Mmm,” Tyler said. “You keep that up, my sweet Thomas, and you’ll have me ready to go again.” Tyler withdrew and maneuvered Nevvie around so she could kneel on the bed. There, he began fingering her pussy again.
Nevvie let go of all control and conscious thought as she worked her mouth up and down Tom’s hard, hot shaft. She ran her tongue over the surface of his cock, down to his balls, and back up again, deep throating him and enjoying the passionate grunts she drew from him.
Meanwhile, Tyler was doing his best to distract her from her duties. His skilled fingers, now up to three inside her well-fucked slit, were unerringly stroking her G-spot while he used his other hand to tease her swollen clit. She found it impossible not to wiggle against Tyler’s hands as Tom started taking more control of her head. His grip on her tightened as the salty tang of his pre-cum flowed over her tongue.