“You guys are spoiling me.”
“I would hope so. You deserve it.”
She caught his hand. “Ty, about tonight.”
“You promised.”
“I know. I’ll go. It’s just…”
He knelt by the bed so he could be eye-to-eye with her. “Listen, you trust us to keep you safe, take care of you, right? You know we’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
She nodded.
“It’s Halloween. If you go for no other reason than to make us two blokes happy, have a little pity on us.”
“I don’t want to look like a cow.”
“Stop.” He sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. “Listen to me. You are a beautiful woman. Thomas and I will have our work cut out for us beating the other men off you tonight. Don’t you dare ever talk badly about yourself. Ever. If I have one inviolate rule in this house, that’s it.”
“And flushing.”
“Well, there’s that. Seriously, as long as you live under this roof, you are not allowed to disparage yourself or tolerate others talking badly about or to you. Understand?”
“Okay.”
He hugged her tightly to him. “That’s my good girl. Now let’s eat. It’s getting cold.”
He returned to the kitchen and flashed Thomas a thumbs up. Nevvie used the bathroom and joined them a few minutes later, half of her coffee already gone.
She started to sit when Thomas crooked a finger at her. She smiled and leaned over to give him a good morning peck on the cheek.
“I was beginning to think you’d forgotten me, sugar.”
She flushed deep crimson. “Never.”
The day crawled for the two men. Tyler fought the urge to snipe at Thomas, knowing it would ruin the mood. Tom’s incessant pacing and fussing nearly drove Tyler nuts, and that was a short enough trip to begin with.
At three-thirty, Tyler finally gave in. “For God’s sake, Thomas. Go get your shower and get dressed.”
“We don’t have to be there until seven.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“What about Nevvie?” Thomas whispered. They were in Tyler’s study. She’d curled up on the couch in the living room, watching TV. She’d spent the morning cleaning the kitchen and utility room until Tyler made her go rest, afraid she’d wear herself out.
“I’ll take care of her. Remember, you’ll get your turn later. You’re better suited for the brute role,” he teased.
“Brute role?”
“You know what I mean. Let me get her in the mood. You can keep her there. Good master, bad master, that sort.”
Thomas laughed and walked to their bedroom, shaking his head.
At three fifty-nine Tyler shut down his laptop. Struggling to ignore the throbbing between his legs, he walked into the living room. Nevvie had dozed off on the couch. Good, she’d need the rest. He didn’t honestly know if she’d let them make love to her tonight, but he counted on this evening going a long way to getting them there. They had to break down her walls, get her to let them in. As long as they didn’t betray her trust or hurt her, he sensed she’d give them any and everything they asked.
He didn’t want her to do anything out of guilt or pressure, but out of genuine desire to be with both of them.
He knelt beside the couch. “Nevvie,” he whispered. “Sweetheart.”
She woke up smiling. “Hey, sorry.” She sat up and stretched. He caught her hand and kissed it.
“It’s time.”
“What?”
“You promised.” He smiled. “Four o’clock. You’re ours.”
A moment of fear flashed across her eyes. He quickly leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “Trust us. Please?”
She nodded and let him lead her from the couch. Thomas emerged from their bedroom, dressed as Zorro, complete with a plastic sword.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes.”
“Watch what you do with that sword,” she joked.
He waggled his eyebrows. “You watch out or maybe I’ll use it on you, young lady.”
Tyler gently swatted her bum. “Shower, now, skewer later. Maybe, if you’re a good girl.” He winked.
She laughed and headed for her bathroom. Tyler turned to Thomas, who watched her walk away. “Watch it,” he whispered.
“I’m trying, but your head’s in the way.”
“Don’t be an arse, Thomas. Slowly, got it? Stick to the script.”
Thomas grinned. When the door closed behind her he looked at Tyler and kissed him. “I want her so bad it hurts.”
“No worse than I, but we have to take it slow.”
Nevvie climbed into the shower, closed her eyes and tried to quell her anxiety. The boys wouldn’t embarrass her, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous. What they thought she’d look good in would most likely differ from what she thought she looked good in.
Thomas looked yummy. Damn, he looked sexy. She didn’t think she imagined that in his skin-tight pants he seemed a little larger in the crotch than usual.
She’d love to feel him. Nevvie soaped up and closed her eyes, imagining Thomas’ hands all over her, especially after the sample she got in Ft.Myers. Tyler too, of course. He was probably the more inventive one. Thomas struck her as a vigorous romp, energy and strength, with Tyler likely a lot of sensual fun.
She stood outside their door one night on her way back from the kitchen, her sex throbbing as she listened to them make love. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but they sounded too good not to listen. She’d wanted to crawl into bed with them. Instead she’d gone back to her room and played with herself, imagining them making love to her.
God, they’d sounded good! They wouldn’t want her. They had each other. Playful, friendly flirty banter only went so far. She wasn’t stupid enough to seriously think they would want to take her to bed, even after the events of the past week. Duh. At home reality had once again reared its ugly head. They were her boys but they only wanted each other, and she knew it.
She was slowly but surely learning to live with it. She had no choice. She damn sure wasn’t giving them up.
A knock on the bathroom door startled her. “Yes?”
The door opened—Tyler. “Sorry to interrupt.”
She didn’t mind being naked in front of him. Hell, it’s not like he hadn’t seen her at her worst.
He stuck his head into the shower, and she didn’t think she imagined his eyes slowly traveled up her body before settling on her face. “We have a request.”
He’s talking to you, stupid! “What?”
He smiled, taking her breath away. Those damn blue eyes melted her, set her heart pounding. “Thomas and I would appreciate it if you’d shave for us.”
She had to force air into her lungs. “What?”
He reached into the shower, his finger gently blazing a trail from her collarbone down between her breasts, over her tummy to where the fine curls between her legs concealed her sex from his appraising glance. He paused, his finger resting just above her mound. She resisted the urge to drag him into the shower with her.
“Everywhere. Please?”
She numbly nodded, her body on fire.
His smile finished her off. “Thank you, love. We guarantee you a fantastic time tonight. We’re going to prove how sexy you are.” He crooked his finger and she leaned in. Instead of the expected peck on the nose, he lightly brushed his lips across hers.
“You are beautiful, Nevvie. We want you to see yourself the way we see you.” He started to close the shower curtain when he poked his head in one last time. “Oh, pet?”
“Yeah?”
“When you finish, wrap a towel around yourself and come to our bedroom. Walk right in, sweetheart. We’ll be waiting to dress you.”