Love Slave for Two: Reunions [Love Slave for Two 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“That’s because I was there first, Thomas,” Tyler playfully snarked.

“Shut up,” he shot back before his eyes fell closed and he took several last, hard thrusts inside her. “Ahh.”

Nevvie wiggled her hips against him. “More,” she joked.

“Ooh, is our sweet little slave still horny?” Tyler asked.

She nodded her head, her lower lip stuck out in a fake pout that didn’t fool either of them.

Tyler smacked Tom on the ass. “Move your rumpus. Let me in there.”

Tom laughed as he rolled off her. Tyler slid between her legs, kissing her belly first, then running his tongue down the entire length of her slit and back up again. “One more, love?” he asked.

“Mmhmm!”

Perhaps sensing how tired she was, he didn’t waste any time. He buried his face in her pussy and started flicking her clit with his tongue. Tom kissed her, muffling her cries of pleasure as she grabbed his hair and held on tight.

She should have known Tyler wouldn’t give up. Three orgasms later, she was frantically reaching down to tap him on the head and make him stop. When Tyler lifted his head, so did Tom. Both men wore nearly identical grins.

“Finished?” Tyler asked.

Closing her eyes, all she could do was nod.

“Then mission accomplished, I’d say, love.” She was asleep before Tyler even climbed back up the bed.

* * * *

Tyler wanted to stay on their schedule, although he’d acquiesced to them leaving a few hours later than he’d planned. They’d been at Peggy’s house a week, and while in some ways he didn’t want to leave, he knew the adventure before them was well worth it. Not to mention they would stop by on their return for yet another visit.

They had their farewell hugs and said their final good-byes before climbing into the RV once more. Nevvie and Tyler secured the children as Tom climbed behind the steering wheel.

“Thomas, are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Tyler asked.

Nevvie shook her head. “Oh no you don’t, Evil Genius.” She pointed to the bedroom. “Get your tushy in there and get to work. That was the deal.”

“But I really don’t mind.”

“Son,” Andrew said, “I’ve seen her angry. I wouldn’t get her riled up.”

With a sigh, he nodded. “All right.”

Tyler walked to the back and closed himself in. He retrieved his laptop and started it. While he waited, he tried to make himself comfortable.

Who am I kidding?
He wanted to drive to escape the fact that he still had nothing in the idea department. He’d made a good show of working while at Peggy’s, but the truth was, he hadn’t come up with any good ideas and wrote less than a thousand fresh words. In fact, he’d lost words, because in the process of editing what he’d already written, he’d cut nearly five hundred words from the manuscript.

Three days later, they were in Kansas City after a day-long stop in St. Louis to sightsee and give everyone a break. Adam had loved going up to the top of the Gateway Arch, but Tyler still felt somewhat isolated from his brood. They’d stopped for the night at an RV park just north of the city. Still an hour before dark and with dinner already eaten, Nevvie and Andrew took the kids to the playground while Tom lay down to go to bed early.

Tyler sat at the table with his laptop and stared at the screen. The blinking cursor mocked him, waiting for him to toss something onto the screen.

He closed his eyes.
Please, please, please. I need an idea. Anything.
He cast his imagination out for any golden nugget he could use. Unfortunately, his mind drifted. He looked at the table, were Adam had left several of the brochures from St. Louis.

At least he was having fun. He’d never forget the wonder on his son’s face as he looked out the observation windows at the top of the arch. “Daddy,” he said. “The people look like ants!”

Tyler froze, mind whirring. After a moment, he paged back through his manuscript, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“Ants. Of course! He thinks of people as nothing more than ants!” His fingers raced across the keyboard. Jubilant, he had to fight to stifle his giggle. It wasn’t a lot, but it was a start in the right direction.

By the time everyone else had returned, he’d pecked out nearly a thousand words. Instead of going to bed, once the kids were settled and Andrew had the sleeper sofa set up, Tyler took his laptop up front and spread out in the passenger seat.

It was midnight when he looked up from his screen and realized he’d written over four thousand words.

With a yawn, he shut the computer down and silently made his way to bed.

I should have had faith.

* * * *

Tyler’s joy over the breakthrough was short-lived. The next evening, they were nearing Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where they would make the westward turn toward Rapid City. There, they would spend several days sightseeing and resting up. Mount Rushmore was at the top of the list. Adam had looked it up on the Internet and was eager to see the large monument up close.

Unfortunately, Tyler’s creative burst had fizzled out.

It was well past midnight when they pulled into the small town of Mitchell, South Dakota. They found an empty parking lot, cranked the generator, and went to sleep. The next morning, they found a gas station, grocery store, and got information on the area from the tourist welcome center.

Adam was immediately transfixed by a brochure touting the town’s main tourist draw. He flapped the brochure at her. “Momma, I want to see the Corn Palace! Please?”

Nevvie, Tom, and Tyler exchanged looks. Nevvie needed a break from the constant driving. Tom needed a break. And she wasn’t ready to ride with Tyler behind the wheel again.

“Okay, that sounds good. We can find a campground first and—”

“Oh, no, love,” Tyler interjected. “We can just drive to the Corn Palace in the RV and keep moving afterward. We’re only a few hours from Rapid City. We can spend a couple of days there and relax all we want. We have a schedule to keep to so we don’t miss our reservations in Yellowstone.”

She didn’t feel like arguing with him. When he was in this mode, he wanted to stick to his plan and expected everyone to do the same. “All right, Tyler. Fine.”

Tom stirred from the back bunk area and carefully made his way into the kitchenette. “Where are we?” He tried squinting out the windows.

“Beautiful downtown Mitchell, South Dakota,” Nevvie told him. “Home of the ‘World Famous Corn Palace.’” She held up the brochure.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “The what?”

“You heard me.” She handed him a cup of coffee.

“
Corn
Palace?” He glanced at Adam, who was sitting on Tyler’s lap. The two of them were perusing more tourist brochures. “That’s not a euphemism of some sort, is it?”

She smiled. “Not what you’re thinking, which is ‘rhymes-with-corn,’ but actual corn. C-O-R-N.”

“Ah.” He lowered his voice. “Any problem with me skipping this one?”

“You hurting?”

He nodded. “A little too much fun driving this land yacht.”

Tyler chose that moment to look up. He frowned. “Are you all right, love?” he asked Tom.

“I’m okay. I just need a little more rest and I’ll be ready to spell Nevvie behind the wheel today.”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “I
am
perfectly capable of driving, you know.”

Andrew, Nevvie, and Tom all said, “We know.”

He looked at them. “Are you all insinuating you don’t approve of me driving the RV?”

“No,” Nevvie quickly said to soothe his wounded ego. “It’s just that we know you have a lot of work to do and while we appreciate you wanting to take a turn, it’s not necessary.”

“She’s right, son,” Andrew quickly chimed in. “We wouldn’t want to take you away from your writing.”

Adam soon had Tyler distracted with the tourist brochures. The other three adults exchanged a knowing look and a collective relieved sigh.

* * * *

Nevvie enjoyed taking Mikey and Adam through the Corn Palace. Adam was fascinated by it as well as the antique farm equipment on display. Mikey was still a little too young to appreciate it, but seemed to enjoy himself. Tyler and Andrew took turns reading information plaques to Adam. After a couple of hours, Nevvie was ready for lunch, as well as a break. Adam wanted one more turn around the souvenir floor. Mikey was ready for a new diaper.

“Tyler, I’m going to take him back.” She yawned. “I could use a nap, too.”

“I’ll go with you,” Andrew offered.

“Thanks, Dad.” She never got sick of the broad smile he gave her whenever she called him that. It was so cute.

“We’ll be along after a while,” Tyler said.

“Take your time, son.” Andrew took the diaper bag from her, and together they walked out to the parking lot, where the RV rig was parked at the far end. When they got there, Tom was just emerging from the back bunk. His hair looked disheveled from sleep.

“Hey.” Mikey reached for him and Tom smiled as he took him from Nevvie. “What’s up with you?” He wrinkled his nose at the baby. “Ah, I smell what’s up.”

Nevvie took the diaper bag from Andrew and handed it to Tom. “Yep. You smelled it right.” She laid her purse on the counter and plugged her phone into the charger since she’d forgotten to do so the night before. It was almost dead.

He laughed and headed toward the back again. “Come on, champ. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Nevvie opened the fridge and realized they were out of cheese, as well as low in milk. “Darn. We need to hit a store.”

The RV door opened. Adam flew in, followed a few steps behind by Tyler. Adam held a large bag full of souvenirs. “Momma, look what I got!”

“That’s good, baby. Go show Poppa. He’s in back changing Mikey.”

“Okay!” He raced for the back of the RV. Tyler set down another bag full of souvenirs on the counter. “Anyone in the loo?”

She smiled. “All yours, hon.” She stepped out of his way as he headed for the door.

“Nevvie!” Tom called from the back. “I need some help. I’ve got a squirmer!”

Nevvie laughed again. “Coming.” She squeezed past Andrew and headed through the galley toward the back cabin.

“And bring another outfit for Mikey, please, hon.”

Andrew stopped her when she turned. “I’ll get it for you, Nev.”

“Everything all right out there, loves?” Tyler called out from the bathroom.

“It’s under control, Tyler. Finish your…business,” Nevvie said with a laugh.

“Well, I want us to depart as soon as I’m finished in here,” he called out to her.

“Sure, whatever.”

Nevvie found Tom trying to corral Mikey, who was determined he was going to crawl across the bed despite Tom needing to wipe him. “Need an extra hand?” Tom was having trouble, with his sore leg, maneuvering in the tight space.

“Yes, please.”

“Movie!” Adam chanted. “Movie movie movie!”

Tom took point. “What do you say, sport?”

He pouted. “Please, Poppa, can I watch a movie?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, you may.” Adam popped a DVD into the player, and soon they were all being subjugated to a cartoon.

Andrew appeared in the doorway, baby clothes in his hand. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Nevvie said, taking the clean outfit. Andrew even got things coordinated correctly. It was all Nevvie and Tyler could do to get Tom dressed in matching clothes, much less get him to pick out matching items for the kids.

With Nevvie’s help, Mikey was quickly corralled and changed. Adam started yawning.

“Hey, buddy,” Tom said, “why don’t you lie down here with me and your brother and take a quick nap before lunch?”

“Okay, Poppa.”

“Nev,” Andrew said, “I think there’s a store across the street. Would you like me to run over there before we leave?”

“Ooh, I’ll go with you. I could use a quick walk and we need a few other things.” She grabbed her wallet from her purse and quickly followed Andrew out the door toward the small shopping complex across from the Corn Palace.

* * * *

Tyler smiled as he listened to the commotion over changing Mikey. Life would get immensely easier once their youngest was potty trained. Peggy had told them Thomas had been equally challenging when a baby.

When he heard the movie start playing, he knew he had it made. Everyone would be piled in back watching with the kids. This would be the perfect opportunity for him to drive. He finished, washed his hands, and cast a quick glance at the closed bedroom door. Never mind, he’d get them on the road before Nevvie had a chance to want to stop somewhere. He spotted her purse and cell phone on the counter and smiled. She’d forgotten to charge her phone again. He laid his phone on the counter next to hers so he wouldn’t forget to charge it next.

He walked forward and slid behind the wheel. “All right, loves,” he called out, hoping they couldn’t hear him over the movie. “We’re heading out of here. Next stop, Rapid City!” He turned to look toward the back. “Hang on!” Before Nevvie could nix his plan, he put on his seat belt and cranked the engine. Carefully checking the mirrors, he shifted into gear and slowly pulled out of the parking lot.