“No, this one fits fine.” The fact that it was Tyler’s was a bonus.
“Gloves.” He lead her to another display and the clerk helped her find ones that fit. “Rain gear.” Of course he picked top of the line items.
He paid for their purchases and, leaving the packaging, she swapped shoes, tucking her sneakers in the saddlebags with the new rain gear.
They ate at a restaurant in Brandon, then made another stop on the way back to the office. “You need a cell phone, sugar.” He led her inside. When she looked at the cheap phones he made a playful, disgusted sound.
“Honey, you need a better phone than that. You’ll be keeping track of a lot of stuff once you’re up to speed.” He captured her hands. “You’re not understanding us—you’ll be running our lives.” He paused, meeting her eyes. “Kind of like our wife. You get to tell us what to do, spend our money, and we never have sex.” He winked. “Although, you could always get me drunk.”
She playfully shoved him, then he grew serious. “Nev, you need the tools to take care of us properly.” He grinned again when she lightly swatted him as she caught his double-meaning. “Like a whip and handcuffs, you keep that up.”
She finally laughed. “Fine, okay. It’s your money.”
“Thank you, Jesus, she sees the light.” He found a sales clerk and bought Nevvie a BlackBerry similar to Tyler’s, then did the paperwork to add it to their account. The clerk spent a few minutes showing her the basics before they left.
One more stop—adding her to their auto insurance policy. As she prepared to mount the bike she said, “I’m sorry we’re so late getting back to the office.”
“Why?”
“It’s been nearly three hours.”
He shook his head. “Nevvie, sugar, I’m the friggin boss. If I want to take a three-hour lunch with my beautiful biker mama, I will.”
She flushed with pride. She knew it was stupid, but any time either man referred to her like that, usually as “their girl,” it made her feel loved. She was Tommy’s baby girl—or biker mama—and Tyler’s angel.
As they rode she compared the differences between Thomas and Tyler that she never noticed before. She had a fun relationship with Tyler, to be sure, but it was subtle double-entendres, sweet endearments. Thomas was rowdy and playful. How did that one Jimmy Buffett song go? A dirty mind hidden behind a choir boy’s face. That described Thomas.
Then again it probably described Tyler, too, in a different way.
Tyler called Thomas after they pulled in, and both had a chance to say hi. The flight was fine, the hotel room adequate. She hung up, missing him, trying not to think about their morning kiss. It was odd not having both of them around.
They left the office a little after six. There were plenty of leftovers at home thanks to Tyler’s careful planning.
“I’m cooking dinner for you tomorrow,” Thomas said.
“What’s on the agenda?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “I get to play with the checkbook.”
They settled in to watch a Lightning pre-season game, Thomas thrilled that she enjoyed hockey. “We’ll need to go to a game, darlin.” He was about to say something else when his cell rang. He glanced at it and smiled before answering. “Kinsey Kinky Sex and Company.”
Nevvie clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream of laughter. It had to be Tyler.
Thomas held the phone out to her. “His royal slyness would like to say good night to you first.”
She smiled and felt another pang as she took the phone. “Hi, Tyler.”
“Hello, sweetheart. Everything all right?”
“Apparently I’m now Tommy’s biker bitch, but other than that, life’s good.”
“I said biker mama, Tyler! She’s trying to get me in trouble,” Thomas yelled.
Tyler laughed. “Did you have a good day?”
“I met Maggie and started learning things at the office. Thomas got me a new cell phone.”
“Oh? Give me the number.” She did. “Excellent. I hoped he would.”
They chatted a few minutes before she returned the phone to Thomas and went to the kitchen to give them privacy. After a couple of minutes, he walked to their bedroom and shut the door.
Her loneliness returned.
Dammit, be happy for what you have, not what you don’t. She knew it was just another phase she’d have to ride out, but it was hard to ignore the elephant in the corner, that the boys had the one thing she never could with them. Friends, yes, absolutely. Subject of hot fantasies and wet dreams? Oh, yeah.
Romance?
Not in the cards.
She settled on the couch to watch the game, alone.
“How is she, sweet?”
Thomas stretched out on the bed. “I think she had a good day.”
“She was rather melancholy when she awoke. I’m glad she’s feeling better.” Tyler paused. “How are you?”
“I miss you.” He slipped a hand inside his shorts and stroked his stiffening shaft. “You don’t mind if she sleeps in here tonight, do you?”
“Of course not, lover. Especially if you’re going to come for me first.”
Thomas groaned, his cock instantly rock-hard and throbbing. “Dammit,” he whispered, “you know what you do to me, Ty.”
“Stroke your cock, lover, and think what I’ll be doing to you when I get home.”
Thomas fisted his cock and closed his eyes and stroked faster, harder. Unbidden, the memory of Nevvie’s arms around him on the bike came to mind while Tyler whispered in his ear.
“I know you’re hard for me, aren’t you, love? Just think, one day, when she’s ours, you can feed your sweet cock to our angel.”
“Ah!” His climax caught him by surprise, especially that Tyler’s words were so close to his thoughts. He took a deep breath. “Shit! You are fucking spooky.”
Tyler chuckled in his ear. “Lover, you have to be thinking about her at least a little.”
Thomas rolled over. “So what are you thinking about?”
In his hotel room, Tyler closed his eyes and thought about that morning, with Nevvie’s sweet face below him, kissing her…
He stroked himself. “What do you want me to think about, love?”
Thomas’ voice dropped to a sensual growl. “How about how beautiful she’ll look when you’re fucking her and she’s sucking my cock?”
He moaned. That was already one of his favorite fantasies, had been for months, even before she lived with them. “God, yes!”
“I bet she’s so sweet, Ty. Think how she’s going sound when we’ve got her begging for it. Think about how she’ll look wrapping her lips around your cock.”
Tyler climaxed, moaning, dropping the phone on the bed. When he finally regained his wits he found his cell. “You play dirty, love.”
“You can’t say you didn’t like that.”
No, he couldn’t. “I’m going to sleep. You need to clean up if you’re sharing a bed with our angel tonight. I love you.”
“Love you, too. Stay safe. Call me.”
Tyler closed his eyes and pictured Nevvie’s sweet face. He tried to sleep but kept thinking about Nevvie’s kiss and her wounded eyes.
I love you, he thought. I love you so much, I wish I could tell you.
Thomas took a quick shower. This was their routine. When one had to be out of town, they called for phone sex. Not every night, but frequently. It started as a joke but they liked it so much they kept it up.
They had it bad for Nevvie. It was tempting to come right out and tell her, but the more he thought about that, the more he worried she wouldn’t want both of them. Wouldn’t want him.
He knew she loved Tyler, he could see it in her eyes when she looked at him. Would she ever love him the same way?