Love Slave for Two

Chapter 16

Tyler the evil genius made sure Thomas left the old Ford truck parked furthest out so it would seem logical to take it without moving cars. Not as comfy as the Ridgeline, but Tyler wanted Nevvie between them on the bench seat. Thomas shook his head and smiled at the simple, yet brilliant planning.

As much as Tyler could he’d scripted every aspect of the evening, dependent upon her willingness to play along. This included their choice of costumes, and just not because the tight pants made their reactions obvious. Thomas dressed as Zorro, romantically dark and dashing, conjuring safety with a little danger. Not to mention his cape provided instant cover for her without having to carry an extra cloak. His own pirate outfit for a similar reason, the implied hint of a ravishing to come, yet someone who would fight to the death to protect what was his. An implied dominance to both.

Tyler wanted the night to be perfect for her. Not so much for them to achieve their goal—truth be told, that would be fan-damn-tastic—but so she felt good, had a taste of the power she wielded even when supposedly submitting to them. If they didn’t screw it up, maybe she would be theirs, loving them as much as they loved her. She had to want them together.

They arrived at the party, not the earliest guests but early enough they could stake out the best location. Tyler knew Eddie and Pete still had the wonderfully huge, soft sofas with large throw cushions in the informal living room.

When they stepped out of the truck, Tyler held her leash, checking her over and adjusting her veil under her chin. It could, if necessary, cover the lower half of her face. He’d wanted to avoid smudging her lipstick—or hiding her deliciously red lips from their appraising eyes. If he sensed her getting nervous he would raise it to give her anonymity, which might help calm her.

“Do I meet approval, Master?” she coyly asked. While he’d softened during the ride over, his cock sprang to life and stretched his already tight pants to the limit.

They’d parked near the caterer’s van in a dark, empty, mowed lot two houses down from Eddie and Pete’s, one of the first arrivals. Tyler took her hand and placed it against the front of his trousers.

“Does that answer your question, little slave?” he asked.

She gasped.

Thomas walked around the truck. “What am I missing?” He’d left the plastic sword at home because it kept catching on his cape, and had donned his mask and hat.

“Come here and see, lover.” When Thomas crowded in, Tyler took her hand from his crotch and placed it over Thomas’. He moaned, and Nevvie gasped in reply.

“Good little slave,” Thomas purred.

This was torture. Well, Tyler had guaranteed to get her out of her funk. So far, they’d succeeded. Her pussy felt uncomfortably wet and aching for a finger—hell, aching for one of their cocks inside her. She wasn’t questioning how horny her boys were. If she made them hard, more power to them. She wished she could be in the middle of a ménage between them, God help her. Maybe she could get them drunk…

Tyler held the leash and put his arm around her waist. “Come along, sweetheart.”

Thomas walked on her other side. She didn’t feel quite so naked with his comforting presence beside her. She reached for his hand and he gently squeezed it.

She took a deep breath at the front door when Tyler rang the bell. The house was huge, even bigger than theirs, in a golf and country club development not too far from their house in New Tampa. A short, fat Frankenstein wearing a painfully loud Hawaiian shirt answered the door. His eyes popped when he saw Nevvie.

“Holy crap! How’d you two losers end up with an angel like her?”

“Nice to see you too, Eddie,” Thomas drawled. “You gonna let us in, or you gonna stare?”

“Can I at least hug her?”

Tyler stepped forward and held up a finger. “Sorry, darling, she’s totally off-limits. Our adorable Venus has agreed to be our little slave girl for the evening on the condition that only we get the exquisite pleasure of her touch. But feel free to say hi and drool and grovel at our studliness.”

Eddie laughed and clapped Tyler on the shoulder, smiling at Nevvie. “Hello, gorgeous. I’m Eddie, your ghost of a host for the night. I hope your boys show you a great time. If you were my cuppa tea, I’d be getting refills all night long.”

She blushed, but smiled and bowed her head. “Nice to meet you, Eddie. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Did someone say horsebrutality?” An overweight, middle-aged Dr. Frank-N-Furter—complete with wig, huge pearl necklace, bustier, fake tat, fishnet stockings, a garter belt, and impossibly tall, chunky platform heels—tottered into the hallway. Then, in an exaggerated, fake British accent he said, “Ah! The Brit and his git have arrived…”

He fell silent when he saw Nevvie. His jaw dropped, his voice reverting to an awed whisper. “Jesus Christ, Ty, I know you told me you’d be bringing a guest, but holy crap! She’s gorgeous!”

Thomas pulled Nevvie close, his arm around her shoulders, his cape covering her back. “And she’s all ours, Pete.”

The implied, possessive warning in Thomas’ voice weakened her knees. She slipped her arm around his waist and he pulled her even closer.

Pete goggled for a moment then seemed to remember his manners. “Uh, sorry. Right. Day-yum.” He poked his finger at Tyler. “Lucky for you, asshole, most of our guests are either happily married or don’t cross to the other team’s bench. Although there’ll be a few butch gals you might have to hose down. I can only imagine trying to break up a riot of drunken jerks over her.” He turned back to Nevvie. “No offense, honey, you’re stunning, truly.”

She tipped her head. “Thank you.”

Tyler smiled. “Why do you think we brought her, Pete? Do you honestly think we’d be daft enough to parade her around a party full of drunk, straight blokes?”

“Then why did you bring her? Again, honey, no offense, you’re more than welcomed in our home.”

She laughed but didn’t reply, interested in Tyler’s response.

“Pete, our angel has had a rather miserable time of it,” Tyler explained. “Only because you’re our hosts, I’d like you to meet Nevvie. For the evening, however, we would prefer she remain anonymous.”

Recognition dawned in Pete’s face and his voice softened. “Wow! Oh, sweetie, Ty told me what you’ve been through.”

Tyler held up a hand before Pete could spoil her mood. “That’s why we brought her. We promised her a spectacular evening of fun and frivolity, and thought what better place than your party? We want to bring her back to the living, so to speak.”

Eddie finally found his voice. “So you parade her out to the annual ‘Night of the Dead’ soiree?”

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.

And she’d put fresh batteries in her vibrator.

Thomas smiled at Nevvie but spoke to Tyler, keeping his voice low. “Our little slave seems content tonight, lover.”

“Is that right, love? Are you content?”

She honed her sultry “fuck me” voice. “Yes, Master.”

Both men sucked in a sharp breath.

This was fun! She felt powerful, that she could do this to not one, but two gay guys! Two really cute, fuckable gay guys.

She spied the straw in Tyler’s cup. “I’m thirsty, Master. May I have a drink?”

“Very good, love.” Tyler leaned forward, holding the straw while she sipped. She decided to tease them a little and ran the tip of her tongue around the straw, then licked her lips when she finished.

Thomas’ legs tightened around her. He muttered, “Holy crap!” under his breath.

If she’d had a hand between her legs she could have exploded at that moment. Tyler’s smile lit every square inch of his face and touched the farthest reaches of her soul.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.

Tyler nodded, apparently unable to speak. That game point went to her.

Thomas leaned in and murmured, “That’s a good little slave. You have pleased us.” It was her turn to gasp. Something about the seductive, possessive timbre of his voice stirred the very depths of her passion.

Point to the boys.

More people arrived, filling the house. Costumes ranged from boring and tame to wild and X-rated. Nevvie almost looked G-rated in comparison. Thomas sat her across his lap and she slung her arm around his neck. He slipped an arm around her waist and she noted he never put the leash down. In fact, one of the men had always held it since the game started.

The possessive gesture made her incredibly horny.

Music started outside. The crowd in the living room thinned as people gravitated to the backyard and large patio around the pool to dance and talk. Tyler and Thomas, apparently well-known among the guests, spent plenty of time talking with others. She watched them interacting, able to observe them in a way she normally didn’t.

Tyler always asked about others, their families, jobs, seemed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of those he talked to. If not, he gently milked them for information, storing it in his ginormous brain for future reference. When people asked about him he would answer, but always steered the conversation back to focus on whoever he talked with.

Thomas was the opposite, discussing sports and other general trivia. He had an easy, open manner and friendly way, but was content to watch and listen to Tyler, or exchange friendly winks with Nevvie.

Those made her pussy quiver. His deep brown eyes were so different than Tyler’s and yet able to ignite such equally exquisite passion.

Thomas patted her thigh. “Sugar, I hate to say this, but I have to excuse myself for a moment.”

“Need help, Master?”

Tyler didn’t hear her comment, busy in conversation with someone. Thomas studied her then leaned in close, his lips by her ear. “If I had your beautiful body standing there to look at I wouldn’t be able to go. I’d be rock hard, you should know that.”

She gasped as he sat back and winked. That point definitely went to the boys.

He held her hand as she stood. Tyler immediately took her hand and the leash from Thomas.

Tyler patted his lap and she sat, happy to put her arm around his neck. She was used to being this close to him, but this was different, raw and sensual.

Thomas returned a few minutes later with a plate of food. “Eddie and Pete went all out again, as usual.”

“I would expect no less, dear Thomas.” He glanced at the plate, then at Nevvie.

She decided to play it back to them. “I’m hungry, Master.” Her eyes never wavered from Tyler.

“Then let’s take care of that shall we, my little slave?”

Tyler dredged a carrot stick through ranch dressing before holding it to her lips, Thomas closely watching. She touched the tip of her tongue to the carrot stick, teasing it in Tyler’s hand before slowly running her lips along it. She sucked the dressing off, drawing a low, hungry moan from Tyler, then used her lips to pull the snack from his fingers and completely into her mouth.

Both men stared, slack-jawed. When she finished chewing she met Tyler’s eyes. “Does that please you, Master?”

Tyler nodded, stunned. “That pleases me very much,” he hoarsely whispered.

Game, set, and match.

Hah! Teach them how it feels for a change.

She turned her gaze to Thomas. “Master, may I have another?”

The men dumbly nodded, and Thomas’ hand trembled slightly as she repeated the process. Again she asked, “May I have another, Master?”

The men alternated feeding her. Not just carrot sticks, although she imagined if they’d had a truckload of them they would have gladly watched her fellate each morsel till hell froze over. At one point she sucked a little crab dip off Tyler’s finger, then gently caught Thomas’ thumb in her teeth, and ran her tongue over it.

Neither man spoke, apparently too entranced to form vowels, much less coherent words.

Her pussy throbbed, and when she shifted position in Tyler’s lap she felt his hard bulge against her leg.

Bet they’d have some interesting noises coming from their bedroom later. Hmm. Maybe once she knew they were at it she could sneak outside their door and wank off in the hall.

That was a deliciously naughty thought.

She asked for a drink. Thomas’ hands trembled slightly as he held the straw. Then she leaned back in Tyler’s lap and smiled. “Thank you, Master. I’m full.”

She’d never had one, much less two men fawning over her. Tyler hadn’t lied—she was fully out of her funk and enjoying every minute.

Time to push the envelope. It’s what they wanted, right? “Am I being a good little slave?”

Two heads bobbed, their eyes never leaving her.

“Am I pleasing my masters?”

Again they nodded.

After a long moment, Thomas noticed the empty plate in his hand. “I’ll…uh…go throw this away.” When he stood, she didn’t miss his sizeable bulge.

Ty’s arm tightened around her waist while his other hand now rested on her thigh. She shifted position and placed his hand higher on her leg, so his fingers brushed between her thighs.

“Shouldn’t Master have his hand there?”

His eyes burned with an intensity she’d never seen. “That’s a good little slave,” he uttered in a choked whisper. “That pleases me.”

That point went to her.

She grinned and leaned close. “Frankly, Master, your little slave will have a very hard time getting to sleep tonight. You were right. This is fun.” His fingers twitched against the fabric of her panties, and she fought the urge to moan. Great, rape her friend on the couch at a Halloween party.

But damn, it felt good! He was asking for it.

Thomas returned and started to say something, then grinned when he spied the latest development. He knelt in front of them, one arm around Nevvie’s shoulders and the other resting on Tyler’s.

“Is our slave having fun?” he whispered.

“Yes, Master. A lot of fun.”

Thomas shifted his position and put his hand high on her thigh, his fingers touching Tyler’s. With his eyes boring into hers he asked, “Does our little slave have any other needs we must take care of right now?”

Okay, so that point went to the boys. She shook her head.

His eyes never wavered. “If you do, make sure you tell us, we’ll be happy to oblige. Anything.”

“Very happy to oblige,” Tyler echoed. Then he winked. She gasped, wiggling in his lap to get closer to their hands.

The men smiled and, seeing she was a little too fired up, pulled their hands away.

Tyler whispered into her ear, “Later, my sweet slave. If you’re very good and you ask us properly, maybe that’s a need we can take care of. We did promise you anything.”

He had to be shitting her! Screw later, she wanted it now, before they changed their minds!

Thomas took the leash from Tyler and coaxed her to her feet. With his arm around her shoulder he led her to the patio where quite a few couples danced. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against him. His arms automatically enveloped her.

“Dance with me, please, Master. You’ve never danced with me.”

Thomas nodded. They stood off to the side and swayed in time to the music, grinding against each other.

He pulled his cape around her. With little more than her feet and head visible, she whispered, “Do you like dancing with your slave?” She smiled when his cock twitched. “I’m assuming that’s a yes?” Point to her.

He softly growled in her ear, “This is payback for all the teasing I’ve put you through, isn’t it?”

“No, Master. This is your little slave wanting to be everything you want her to be.” She rotated her hips, feeling his reaction through his skin-tight pants and her practically non-existent costume. One of his hands skirted down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her closer.

“Goddamn, girl!” he muttered.

Tyler could thank her later for priming Thomas’ pump.

They slow danced like that for ten minutes before Tyler caught up with them. He stepped close behind her, embracing them. His granite bulge rubbed the cleft in her cheeks through the cape.

“So how is our little slave enjoying the party?” he whispered in her ear.

She tipped her head back. “Very much, Master.” She bucked her hips in a sexy roll she knew he’d feel along every inch of his throbbing cock.

Tyler skimmed his hands down the cape and found her hips, his fingers clamping around them and using the leverage to seductively grind against her backside.

“I want to see you dance with him, sugar,” Thomas growled. “Show me how hot you danced in New York.”

She gasped, shocked.

Thomas wore a playful smile. She studied his eyes for any hint of jealousy and found none.

“Of course he told me,” Thomas murmured. “I wish I’d been there to see it. God, I bet the two of you were sexy.”

Point to the boys. If Tyler had told him about their dance…

Tyler nuzzled her ear. “Yes, my sweet slave, he told me about the bike trip. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” He ran his tongue from her ear to her shoulder, where he kissed her. “Especially not about you.”

Screw getting them drunk, she’d have to get herself drunk. They couldn’t be serious, could they? They were gay! What the hell was going on?

She never knew a person could be this horny and not die, so bad it hurt, throbbing, cramping waves of need pulsating from her clit through her lower belly. She’d never tease a guy about blue balls again if this was a fraction of what it felt like.

“Dance with him, Nev,” Thomas ordered. Steamy, dark, burning passion reflected from his sweet brown eyes. Was this her playful Thomas? This man looked like he wanted to fuck her right there, and maybe would if there weren’t quite so many people around.

Like he looked in Ft.Myers.

A cool draft brushed her flesh as Thomas dropped the cape and stepped away. He handed the leash to Tyler, who took her hand and led her through the crowd to the DJ.

Tyler leaned in and said something to the DJ, then stepped to the middle of the large patio, pulling her to him. She felt the leash in his left palm as he laced his fingers through hers.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” he squeezed her right hand, pressing the leash into her flesh, “because I don’t want to choke you, right?”

As the music started, his other hand gripped her waist, his fingers scorching hot on her bare skin.

He nudged her, picking up the time, and caught her eyes. “Give us everything you’ve got, love,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

As in New York, he didn’t need to tell her which dance.

Nevvie occasionally felt the leash brush her arm, but unless he was spinning her she kept her eyes on his.

The throbbing ache coursing through her pussy spread as liquid fire through her body. She danced for Tyler—and Thomas. Knowing he also watched her, she danced even harder than she had in New York.

Pete stood next to Thomas and watched.

“Aren’t they great together?” Thomas asked.

“Fuck, Tommy, I need a goddamn cigarette watching that, and I haven’t smoked in ten years.”

“I’m hoping it gets even hotter later.”

“As worked up as she is you boys could probably fuck her right here in front of everyone and she’d beg for it.”

Thomas reddened. “That obvious, huh?”

Pete shook his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“You don’t understand, Pete. We love her.”

“Funny, most guys would settle for a romantic dinner or a card, not dirty dancing on my fucking patio.”

“Tell me that’s not a beautiful sight.”

Pete blew out a long breath as Tyler and Nevvie cha cha cha’d in a tight, erotic circle while the other partygoers cheered and hooted their approval. “I’d be lying if I did. They look good.” He patted Thomas on the shoulder and leaned in close. “Tommy, remember, three’s a crowd. The asshole that coined the phrase probably had a good reason. You guys have been together a long time. Ask yourself if she’s worth risking that.”

Pete walked away. Tommy watched his lover and his love dance together. They were sexy, as if they had danced for years, like they’d loved each other for years. Tyler had dropped all illusions. His desire for Nevvie screamed in every move, every nuance of gesture.

Tom’s cock throbbed. Seeing their unmasked passion for the first time made him want her all the more. She looked like she did on their bike trip—filled with raw, basic need. Had she ever felt like that about anyone before them?

He suspected the answer was no.

Pete didn’t understand. They would make her happy, be everything she needed. Tyler could be her brainy guy, he’d be her tough guy. No one would ever hurt her again, not with the two of them protecting her. They could and would give her anything she wanted, make her happy, take care of her. Hadn’t she suffered enough in her life?

The music faded away, Nevvie’s throbbing pulse the only sound in her ears. There were no other people in her world except her boys—Tyler dancing with her, Thomas watching. She danced for them, feeling Tyler’s movements and keeping time not from the song but with his body. She danced closer, grinding against him, hoping Thomas enjoyed what he saw. For tonight, screw the consequences. They were her masters and they wanted her to dance for them.

She’d dance her ass off.

When the song ended Tyler pulled her to him while everyone went wild with applause. She thought he’d kiss her but he wrapped his arms around her and held her, breathing heavy, his heart pounding against her flesh.

Thomas stepped behind her and wrapped his arms tightly around them, his hard bulge pressing into her back. His low, growling voice in her ear electrified her. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said.

She leaned back and tipped her head to look at him. “Did I please my masters?” she panted, still trying to catch her breath.

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.