Thomas chuckled, the sound rumbling from his chest through her body. “She needs to have fun. We didn’t want to worry about her getting hit on.”
“Little chance of that,” Eddie said. “Well, come in, come in. The caterer is setting up. You’re really early, although I expected as much from you, Ty. I’m sure you’ll be rearranging the crudités platters before I can say ‘Martha Stewart.’”
Tyler handed the leash to Thomas, meeting Nevvie’s gaze as he did. If the other two men noticed they said nothing. “I’ll be back momentarily, dears. Feel free to start without me.”
He winked, filling Nevvie with a warm pulsation from her clit to her collarbone. When the other three left she looked at Thomas and found him smiling. His hat lay at a rakish angle and his mask was narrow enough it didn’t hide all his delicious smile lines.
“Shall we, my sweet little slave?” he whispered. All she could do was dumbly nod.
With Nevvie tucked under his arm, Thomas led her to one of the large, comfy sofas in the living room. Shaun of the Dead played on a big screen TV, entertaining early guests. He staked out the far end of a sofa and dropped one of the throw cushions on the floor in front of him.
Thomas whispered into her ear, “Your master wants you to sit at his feet like a proper slave.” He’d committed the lines to memory. Tyler hadn’t screwed up so far, why ad lib?
She sat so fast he almost didn’t have time to loosen his grip on the leash so she didn’t choke. Damn, Tyler was an evil genius, real and truly. Thomas never in his wildest dreams imagined she’d do this. The costume, probably. The party? Okay. But the collar? And her total compliance?
“Very good,” he whispered. “That pleases me.”
She smiled.
He sat, careful not to kick her as he positioned himself so she sat between his legs. Once he stopped moving she started, settling her back against the couch and wrapping her arms around his legs, pulling them tightly along her sides, her hands resting on his knees. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his cock throbbed. If she kept this up he’d come in his pants before the other guests arrived.
Where the hell did Tyler disappear to?
From the kitchen, Tyler snuck a look at Nevvie and Thomas and smiled. He didn’t have time to enjoy the sight because Pete hooked a meaty hand around his bicep and dragged him into the laundry room, closing the door.
He turned on his friend. “Ty, what the fuck? By that I do mean, what the fuck?”
“What?” He knew damn well what.
“I want you to tell me what the hell you think you’re doing? Don’t go fucking up what you and Tommy have over her.”
Tyler’s eyes hardened. “Pete, you know I love you mate, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Pete studied him. “What’s going on? You know I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
Tyler looked at the floor and crossed his arms. “She’s special. You know Thomas and I are bi.”
“After what she’s been through—”
“We love her.” He looked at his friend. “Both of us are in love with her. We didn’t mean for it to happen like this. It was our fault the arsehole attacked her. He saw the necklace we gave her for her birthday, and it set him off.”
“Don’t feel guilty over something that’s not your fault.”
“We’d decided the week before that we would ask her to move in with us as our housekeeper and personal assistant. She’d worked for us for six months, and I think we loved her from day one. We could tell she liked us, Pete.”
Pete closed his eyes, realization dawning. “You didn’t tell her. She doesn’t know you guys are bi.” He shook his head. “Jesus-H-fucking-Christ, she thinks you’re gay.” He glared at Tyler. “This is over the top, even for you. How long do you work your little mind fuck on her? She’s been through enough, don’t you think?”
“She knows tonight is a game. It’s not a mind fuck.”
Pete moved in close and lowered his voice. “You might be able to fool your little Cracker boy in there, but I’m not an idiot. I’ve known you too long and seen you work people, Ty, but this is fucking low. Getting her hopes up—”
“We want her, Pete. Not for a night or a weekend. We love her. We want her to be our third.”
Pete pleaded with him. “This can’t end well. I’m not saying she’s not a great girl, Jesus, I don’t even know her. What happens when the two of you start going at it over her, she plays one against the other to get what she wants? What if Tommy boy decides he doesn’t want to share her anymore? A third’s okay for a fuck, but not for family. This isn’t goddamned Big Love, Florida Fag Edition. She’s young! What if she wants kids, a normal life? How the hell will she have that with you guys?”
Tyler’s face burned. “We love her,” he insisted. “We aren’t in this for a goddamned fling. Thomas even found a ring for her.”
“You don’t know she’ll want to even look at you guys when you break it to her you’re bi.”
“That’s our problem, right? I don’t need a lecture on morality from a guy dressed like a hooker rehab escapee.”
“How much of this is about her, and how much of it is your need to rescue her and fix everything?”
Tyler reached for the door. “I think we’re done here, Pete.”
He put a hand on Tyler’s arm and softened his voice. “Ty, please. Don’t hurt her. She’s been through enough, hasn’t she?”
Tyler finally patted his friend’s hand. “I promise you we know what a treasure she is. The last thing we intend to do is hurt her in any way.”
“Yeah, well the road to hell is paved with those kinds of good intentions.”
Tyler returned to the kitchen and snuck another look at the living room, trying to force Pete’s words out of his conscience.
There weren’t a lot of guests there yet. Nevvie watched the movie. Thomas tried to focus on it and not the feel of her warm body, heat radiating from her flesh through the fabric of his costume while he chatted with other guests. At one point he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
“Are you okay, my little slave?”
She tipped her head back to look at him. It would be a perfect position to feed a cock into her mouth…
“Yes, Master.” A playful smile teased the corners of her lips and he kissed her forehead, resisting the urge to lean forward a little more and kiss her on the mouth. Tyler was right—they had plenty of time to take this slow.
He would get laid tonight though. Whether inside Nevvie or Tyler, he couldn’t stand the crushing ache that had settled deep inside his balls and refused to go away even for the thirty seconds he wasn’t rock hard.
Tyler returned with two cups of iced tea—one with a straw—and handed the other to Thomas. He settled next to Thomas on the sofa and smiled at Nevvie. “How are you, my sweet?”
She replied in a soft voice, “I’m doing well, Master.” She couldn’t deny she liked saying it. In any other case she would have run kicking and screaming. But these were her boys. They were having fun, she was having fun, and she trusted them.
Tyler’s eyes widened a fraction. She imagined she’d surprised him with her response. Two—okay, three—could play this game. If it made them happy to have her as their little slave girl for the evening, she’d do it. She had no illusions how the night would end, with them parting company at their bedroom door. For right now, Nevvie was okay with that. The feelings they created in her were worth the empty ache she’d feel later. At least she had them in this way, for a little while, and she could extract a little payback for the past week.