Love Slave for Two: Reunions [Love Slave for Two 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“Tyler wants to know if he’s allowed to sleep in here tonight, or if he needs to spread out on the floor.”

“Who says I’m letting him sleep inside the RV tonight? Maybe he should sleep on the roof.” She tried to look stern, then ended up snorting in amusement. “I suppose he can sleep in here.” Who was she kidding? She was already over her anger at him.

Mostly.

Tom smiled and went out to get him. They both returned a few minutes later, Tyler still looking sheepish. The men undressed and crawled into bed on either side of her. She snuggled close to Tom, giving Tyler the cold shoulder.

“Love,” Tyler said, “I’m really, truly sorry.”

“I know, Ty,” she mumbled against Tom’s shoulder. “You said that.”

She felt him snuggle close behind her, his body pressed against hers. “Do you forgive me?”

“Yes. Doesn’t mean I’m not still aggravated at you. And don’t think you can schmooze your way out of this one, either.”

He kissed the back of her neck. “Yes, dear.”

Tom laughed. “See? Who says he doesn’t listen?”

“I think perhaps I do know what you would like, however.” He kissed his way down her back. When he reached her ass, he nuzzled in, pushing her legs apart and draping her thigh over his shoulders. His tongue rimmed her, circling her rosebud and making her gasp as her eyes dropped shut from the delicious sensation.

“Ooh, there you go,” Tom said. “That’s working.” He untangled himself from her and joined Tyler at her pussy. While Tyler continued doing delicious things to her ass with his tongue, Tom sucked on her clit. One of them buried a couple of fingers in her pussy and she had to grab one of the pillows and bite down on it to scream her orgasm out without being heard.

She tried to get away, but the men held her in place, lying on her side with one leg resting on them as they continued lapping and slurping her juices. They each reached up an arm, found her breasts, and began tweaking her nipples. As she thrashed her head from side to side, lips clamped closed to hold back her impassioned cries, wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her until she begged them to stop.

Both men sat up, grinning. “I think we wore her out, Thomas,” Tyler proudly said.

“Nope. Not yet.” He retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom and handed them to Tyler, along with a towel. “This’ll wear her out.”

Aftershocks from her last orgasm still shivered through her body when Tom lay down and pulled her on top of him. He grabbed her hips and thrust up, impaling her. “Lay there and enjoy it, sweetheart.”

She weakly nodded and rested her head on his chest. She did enjoy it like this. This was way more fun than being aggravated at Tyler. She didn’t know if they’d be able to coax another orgasm out of her, but she was game to let them try.

With his oral attention, it didn’t take Tyler long to prepare her ass for fucking. He slipped on the condom and slid home, all three of them trying to stifle pleasured groans at the sensation of their triad being fully complete.

“Fuck me, boys,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard.”

Tyler placed his hands over Tom’s on her hips. “Your wish, love.” He started fucking her ass, every stroke driving her swollen, sensitive clit against Tom’s pubic bone.

She buried her face against Tom’s shoulder and moaned.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Let Tyler fuck your ass and make you come for us.”

The feeling of both hard cocks filling her sent her over the edge. As the walls of her cunt greedily sucked at both cocks, she felt Tom start moving under her, too, trying to catch up.

“I’m almost there, Thomas,” Tyler said.

“So am I.”

One final orgasm hit her as the feeling of both cocks swelling and pumping inside her drove her over the edge. She limply sprawled across Tom’s chest, completely spent and unable to move.

She winced only a little when Tyler pulled out. Before Tom would let her move, she felt Tyler cleaning her up with a wipe. Then he gently patted her on the ass. “All done, love.”

She rolled off Tom. Tyler finished cleaning himself up with a wipe and rejoined them. “Am I forgiven, then?” he asked.

She laughed and nodded, too tired to speak. Instead, she turned her head toward him and nuzzled his shoulder.

He kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, love.”

The next morning dawned comfortably cool and clear. Nevvie awoke before anyone else and started coffee. It was already full daylight, even though only six in the morning.

This will take some getting used to.

She took her coffee outside and sat at a picnic table next to their spot. She heard a few people up and about in the park, but for the most part, everything sounded quiet and peaceful.

She relished every second of it.

With her hands cupped around her mug, she closed her eyes and slowly sipped the steaming brew, savoring her relative solitude.
I love my family.

It was a mantra she kept repeating to herself to get her through this ordeal. And hopefully one that would keep her from committing homicide and killing Tyler before they returned to Florida. Not normally a person who required great amounts of alone time, not the way Tyler needed it for his work, she still found herself nearing her wit’s end with the whole group of them.

I never should have agreed to this.

The sound of a door closing made her open her eyes. With relief, she noted it was someone exiting an RV across the way.

Why did I agree to this? I don’t want to talk to her. Do I?

In the clear light of day, her mental pendulum of uncertainty had once again swung the other way. Bob could get the answers she wanted about her health history. Nothing Mary said to her would change the past or what had happened. It also wouldn’t change who she now was, or change her family in the slightest.

The memories of her two half brothers sitting on her bed, crying while she packed, came back to her once again. Was it fair to her sons not to reach out to them, at least? See if they were men worth having in her sons’ lives as uncles?

The sound of another door opening caught her attention. This time, it did belong to her RV. Andrew carefully stepped out and softly closed the door behind him, a cup of coffee in his hand. He smiled as he walked over.

“Mind if I join you, dear?”

“Not at all, Dad.”

He settled himself across the table from her. “I’ve never been anywhere quite like this before. I feel like I’ve lived my life in a rather small bubble.”

“It’s definitely a big country.”

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but she waited him out. Finally, after a few minutes of quiet, he spoke. “No one will blame you if you wish to cancel your talk with Mary,” he softly said. “This trip is about far more than just that.”

She let out a sharp laugh, clapping her hand over her mouth to cut the sound off. Lowering her voice, she said, “You’re spooky, Dad. Just like Tyler.”

“Well, with the thundering horde still asleep in there,” he said as he hooked a thumb over his shoulder and pointed to their RV, “and after yesterday’s events, it wasn’t difficult to guess what’s occupying your thoughts right now.”

Nevvie stared into her mug. It held no answers. “I keep going back and forth. I guess that’s why Ty scheduled it for after the book fair, to give me time to make up my mind. And it doesn’t mess with our schedule if I decide not to.”

“The boys only want to see you happy, dear.”

“The big ones or little ones?”

He smirked. “The big ones. Although I’m sure the little ones want their mummy to be happy.” He reached across the table and patted her hand. “I suggest not thinking about it anymore, if at all possible. Wait to make a decision until the time comes. Enjoy this trip and your children.”

“The big ones or the little ones?” she asked, again with a smile. “Sometimes, keeping track of Ty and Tommy is like having two extra sons.”

He laughed. “All four of them, then.” His expression turned somber. “I do hope my presence hasn’t been a bother.”

His comment startled her. “No!” She stood, rounded the bench, and leaned in to hug him. “You’ve helped keep me sane, Dad. You kept me from beating the snot out of Emily. And you kept me from killing Ty yesterday.”

He patted her on the back. “Yes, I was rather proud of your restraint, Nev.”

* * * *

Three days in Rapid City didn’t seem like long enough to Nevvie once she started perusing the tourist brochures of the area. She made sure to grab local maps and anything of interest in case Tyler wanted to refer to it later for research.

They also saw their first bison of the trip when driving through Custer State Park after they’d toured Mount Rushmore. Adam pressed his face to the window, enthralled by the site of the huge, shaggy animal standing just feet away from the edge of the road.

“Mommy, can we get out and pet it?”

“No!” all the adults said in unison.

Nevvie, sitting in the very back with Mikey strapped in next to her in his car seat, took over. “Honey, they’re wild animals. They’re dangerous. Never, ever get close to a wild animal. And look at it, it’s nearly as big as this car.” She reached over the seat and handed Andrew the inexpensive digital camera she’d bought for Adam to use. “Here, honey. Take pictures with this. Grandpa will show you.”

Andrew looked at it. “Someone needs to show Grandpa how to use it.”

Adam took the camera. “Here. Like this.” The little boy eagerly started snapping away. Tyler, who was driving, caught her eye in the rearview mirror and smiled.

* * * *

On the fourth morning in Rapid City, Nevvie helped Tom prepare the RV to leave the campground after breakfast. They would spend the next two days meandering west to get to Yellowstone. While there were several important sites and landmarks between Rapid City and Yellowstone, they would stop on the way back, when they weren’t on Tyler’s strict timetable.

They did, however, have time to stop in Sturgis for lunch, something Nevvie and Tom both insisted in doing. While not the large annual festival, there was a smaller bike show going on that weekend, and they wanted to see it.

Tyler had never been to a bike show before. While he personally didn’t enjoy riding, even though he’d gotten his license at Nevvie’s request, he certainly could appreciate the seemingly endless parade of motorcycles in various styles and colors.

Nevvie and Tom had strolled on ahead to engage in conversation with a couple who owned a pair of beautiful Harleys. Tyler had volunteered to carry Mikey in the baby backpack and had stopped to browse art prints at a vendor’s tent.

Then Tyler realized with alarm that Adam was no longer walking by his side.

Startled, he turned, immediately relieved to see that Adam, with Andrew following close behind, had stopped at a small tent bearing a hand-lettered sign.

Free Puppies

Oh, lovely.
Tyler groaned. A little girl not much older than Adam was holding one of the puppies while talking to Adam. Just behind her, several more puppies wiggled and squirmed inside a pen. No sign of other adults around the child. Tyler hoped the little girl’s parents were at least within visual range of their daughter.

Tyler hurried up just as Adam took the puppy from her. Tyler tried to keep his voice calm and friendly. “Adam, what’s that?”

The little boy turned. “It’s a puppy, Daddy.”

It was all Tyler could do to keep from laughing. “I know that. I meant what are you doing with it? We can’t get a puppy right now.”

“Why not?” He held the little tricolored dog in his arms. It licked at his face.

“Because we’re in the RV.” He could leverage that argument, at least. “We don’t have room for a large dog.”

Of course, upon returning home was a different matter.

“It’s okay, sir,” the little girl said. “Their mom and dad were both small. They won’t get more than about twenty pounds, my daddy said.” She picked up another puppy, larger than the one Adam held. “That one there’s the runt.” He certainly looked smaller than the others. “He probably won’t even get as big as the others, Daddy said.”

Tyler looked to Andrew for help. He simply shrugged.

No help there.
“Adam, honey, we can’t have a puppy right now. Please, put it back.”

Adam finally gave the puppy back to the little girl. Both children looked heartbroken. Adam hitched up the straps on his backpack and slowly followed Tyler back to the sidewalk.

“Thanks for the help, Dad,” Tyler said as they stopped by the next building to look at the window displays.

Andrew smiled. “I thought they were cute.”

“Nevvie already wants to string my bollocks up on the rearview mirror. Allowing Adam to get a puppy without her input will spell my demise.”

Adam tugged on his hand. “Daddy, can I go back and get her e-mail address?”

Tyler absently waved him on, and Adam scampered back to the tent. “Besides,” Tyler continued as he shifted Mikey’s backpack on his shoulders, “we aren’t exactly in the best situation right now to have a puppy. A puppy, in an RV? And it’ll be at least three weeks or longer before we get home, depending on how long it takes us to get home.”