Tyler kissed her throat. “Sweetheart,” he breathed, “you’re everything we ever wanted.”
Thomas stepped away and took her other hand. They left the porch for the quieter living room, Tyler bashfully accepting praise and slaps on the back from others as they threaded their way through people. No doubt his friends never saw that side of him. He was back to quiet Tyler, friendly and nice, not a sexy dancing machine.
They found a secluded corner away from others. Thomas gathered them close, an arm around each. “It’s time we head home,” he said, his eyes on Nevvie.
She couldn’t read his emotion. Desire, certainly. Need, absolutely—and something else. She hadn’t gone too far, had she?
Nevvie gasped when his mouth brushed hers, feeling the tip of his tongue trace her lips, making her shiver. “You were amazing, sugar.” He turned to Tyler. “And you…” He kissed his lover, long, deeply, and she wanted to push between them and feel their lips on hers.
As if sensing her state Tyler kissed her on the lips. “Anything,” he murmured.
Thomas left to find their hosts and say good night while Tyler’s eyes silently burned into hers.
Yeah, a couple of straight shots of bourbon might knock her out quick. She couldn’t stand the thought of listening to them make love one room over and not being a part of it. She could pound a couple back and lay down on the couch with the TV on, drowning out any sounds until she passed out.
Of course, another need now pushed its annoying way to the front.
Blushing, she whispered, “I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”
Tyler smiled and without a word led her through the house. She thought he’d unclip the leash at the door and wait, but he followed her inside and locked the door, then pulled her to him for a deep kiss, long and tender.
How the fuck could he do this to her? He was gay, for chrissake! A tiny part of her was upset that they knew this wouldn’t go any further, no matter what they said. But only a tiny part. Tyler would never try to hurt her. Neither would Thomas. They were trying to make her feel good, feel needed, she understood that. They were still guys and as such didn’t understand that it was almost worse this way.
Could she label them cunt teasers? How about that for equality?
Tyler released her. “Go ahead. I won’t peek.”
She tried to regain the advantage. “What if I want you to?”
His smile tied her heart and soul in knots. He caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead, back to sweet Tyler. “The evening’s not over yet.”
He turned, still holding the leash.
She pulled down her pants and watched him in the mirror. He didn’t peek, his knuckles white as he wrapped his fingers around the edge of the sink. In the mirror she noticed his cock tightly outlined by his trousers. He looked large.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to still her heart. She finished then stepped to his side to wash her hands, their eyes meeting in the mirror. How could she live years with them like this? So close, but they might as well be a million miles away, with the constant undercurrent of desire and attraction between them.
How many damn vibrators would she wear out?
Yet she couldn’t imagine being anywhere but with them, even if it meant torturing herself. Somehow, she would deal with it. She couldn’t lose them.
His blue eyes shifted from passion to worry. “You all right?”
She nodded, letting him envelop her in a hug.
“Trust me,” he whispered into her hair. “Please, my love, trust me.”
Trust him to do what? Keep her perpetually horny for the next gazillion years?
Thomas waited by the front door. They held her hands as they led her back to the truck.
Chapter 17
They didn’t speak on the ride home, each absorbed in an erotic cloud of feelings and letting the party soak into their memory. Tyler held her leash, his left hand resting on her upper thigh. When Thomas didn’t have his hand on the gearshift he had it on her other leg. She scooted her hips forward on the seat a little and spread her legs as far as she could without interfering with Thomas’ ability to drive, hoping they would take her up on her invitation.
The men frequently looked at her and each other, the passion painted on their faces mirroring her own. Maybe she could talk them into taking her to bed, just for tonight. She was uncomfortably, achingly desperate to feel more than her own fingers.
Maybe this once they’d make an exception?
In their driveway Tyler offered his hand, helping her from the truck. Thomas took the leash and hooked his arm through hers. In the living room, Tyler nodded to Thomas.
Nevvie realized unless she did something quick that the night—and her fantasy—would end.
Thomas stepped behind her while Tyler took her hands. “You were breathtaking tonight,” he whispered. “Truly, absolutely marvelous. Did you have a good time?”
“Yes, Master, I had a good time.”
“You don’t have to play any longer if you don’t wish to.”
She squeezed his hands. “But I do wish.”
“Go ahead, Tom. Take it off.”
Thomas touched the collar. She yanked her hands free from Tyler’s and clamped them to the back of her neck, preventing Thomas from getting to the buckle. Both men froze.
She finally worked up the nerve. “I promised my masters twenty-four hours of my time. It hasn’t been twenty-four hours yet.”
Thomas spoke near her ear. “Sweetie, we don’t expect you to—”
“Please.” She met Tyler’s eyes. “You promised you’d take care of my every need tonight,” she whispered, struggling not to cry at the thought of sleeping alone. She admitted it. She wasn’t strong enough to do this. She needed them, would beg and plead if she had to. Fuck, groveling looked like a damn good option, if necessary. “My masters promised their little slave. You told me to trust you. I trust you, both of you.”
Tyler’s gaze never wavered. He took her hands again. “Nevvie,” he said, “we have a confession to make.”
Confused, she didn’t reply.
He continued. “Thomas and I are not gay, love. We’re bisexual.”
As his words sank in she looked at Thomas. He nodded. “That’s right, sugar.” One corner of his mouth curled in a playful smile. “As if you couldn’t guess.”
Tyler spoke, recapturing her eyes as she struggled to absorb this new information. “We have been attracted to you since the first day we met you. We were afraid to tell you for fear of making you uncomfortable.”
Dare she hope? “You’re not teasing?”
Both men shook their heads.
“You’re not gay?”
Again they shook their heads.
She stared into Tyler’s eyes then looked at Tom for a long agonizing moment before deciding to step off the cliff, praying they caught her. She put an arm around Tyler’s neck, her other hand finding Thomas and pulling him against her back.
The men put their arms around her and she looked into Tyler’s eyes. “Will my masters take care of my every need tonight?”
“We promised you anything,” Tyler said. “We meant it.”
Thomas ran his lips along the nape of her neck, making her shiver. He placed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Any need our sweet little slave has.”
She closed her eyes. “If I want to say no to anything?”
“Absolutely,” Tyler assured her.
“I’ve never…you know…in my ass. I’m not ready to do that.”
Tyler pressed against her, pushing her into Thomas. She felt their hard erections. “We will never force you to do anything, sweetheart. Ever. If we wish to do that, we always have each other.”
She wiggled her hips and both men groaned.
She could have both her sweet love gods tonight and they wanted her!