“Because I make you see stars when I give you a blow job, and you love the way I fuck you.”
“Ah. That’s right. Plus you’re such a witty conversationalist,” Thomas teased.
In all seriousness, Thomas knew he wasn’t as cultured as Tyler. Thomas was a developer and ran an architectural engineering firm, damned good at what he did. He also enjoyed working on his antique truck.
Tyler was no wuss by any stretch of the imagination, but Tyler was Brain to his Pinky. Tyler quickly grasped the finer subtleties of human nature more so than him. At thirty-nine, Tyler was only four years older than him, and a successful novelist. He made his living due in no small part to that magnificent brain and ability to turn abstracts into words so others could enjoy them.
Thomas draped his arm around Tyler’s shoulders. “You really think we’ve got a chance with her?”
“Of course we do.” Tyler slipped his arm around Thomas’ waist. “Just don’t let her know we’re bi or we’ll lose her trust. It works to our advantage for her to assume we’re gay.”
“When do we break that news to her?”
Tyler grinned. “If we’re lucky, the night she finally lets us fuck her.”
Nevvie finished the backyard. She’d felt the boys’ eyes on her and every so often glanced at the kitchen window and caught them watching.
She reached up and touched her shirt where the pendant lay cool against her skin. She’d slipped it inside her collar, afraid it would get damaged if she left it out. How would she explain it to Alex? He’d throw a tantrum for damn sure. Then he’d try to con her into hocking it.
She’d kill his lazy ass first. Why was she still with him? Right, because it beat living on the streets.
Didn’t it?
Alex worked under the table two or three days a week for one of his buddies. Most of his money went to beer or anything but bills. Nearly every last cent she earned went to keeping the rent paid and the lights on. He always had money to buy beer or video games, but if she asked for money to buy groceries it was like she’d asked him to donate a kidney.
Tyler had a cold glass of water waiting for her when she returned to the kitchen. She gratefully took it. “Thanks, Ty.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
She glanced around. “Where’s Thomas?”
“He’ll be back momentarily.” Tyler wouldn’t admit Thomas, unable to stand having a brick between his legs, had retreated to their bathroom and was stroking his way to a Nevvie-inspired orgasm as they spoke. “Listen, I know this is short notice, but are you available this Sunday?”
“Sunday?”
“We’re having some friends over for dinner and a poker game Saturday night. Frankly, I’m too lazy to think about cleaning up. Of course, we’d pay you for a full day, and still want you on Thursday as well.”
Extra money and an extra day with her boys? She damn sure wouldn’t say no to that. Usually the only thing Alex wanted to do on Sundays was sleep late and whine that she wouldn’t fuck him. Thank God he was too stupid to figure out the calendar. She used her period as an excuse at least twice a month.
“When did you want me to come?”
Tyler fought a losing battle against his smile. “Ah, the puns I could make from that innocent statement.” She blushed but returned his smile. “Ten would be splendid, Nevvie. It’s not an imposition?”
“I didn’t have any plans. To be honest, I could use the money.”
Tyler gently tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Then we’re glad we can help.” She didn’t flinch or pull away from his touch. That was a good sign—a really good sign.
“Oh, drat. Alex might want the car since he’s not working. I might need a ride home.”
Tyler’s smile widened. This was too perfect. “No problem, dear. Do you want me to pick you up?”
Jesus, his smile was so sweet. Why do the nice ones always have to be gay? Maybe it was for the best because Thomas was equally delicious. She’d never be able to choose between them if they were available. She certainly wouldn’t mind being alone in a car with Tyler.
“Sure. I’ll give you directions before I leave. It’s not far.”
“Aces.” He watched her hips sway as she walked away, then closed his eyes and imagined her without clothes. Thomas startled Tyler when he tapped him on the shoulder. “Jesus, you scared me.”
Thomas was all smiles. “Sorry.” He leaned in and kissed him. “Well?”
“Sunday it is. I’m picking her up and taking her home.”
“How come you get the honors?”
“Because it would appear odd if both of us do it. I want a look at the Neanderthal we’re in competition with, size him up.”
“Ah. Good point.” He put his arms around Tyler and hugged him. “I saved some energy for you,” he whispered.
Tyler swatted him on the ass. “I bloody well hope so, my little southern fried stud muffin. I’ve progressed well past blue balls.”
Thomas retrieved a can of soda from the fridge and popped the top. “Now all we have to do is invite the gang over for a party on Saturday night.”
“Be a dear and make the calls, please.”
Thomas grinned and held up the can in a mock toast. “To the evil genius.”
Around one o’clock, the men dressed in shorts and T-shirts and called Nevvie into the kitchen. “Ready for lunch?” Tyler asked.
“I sure am.”
“Excellent, darling.” He held out his hand. “Come with us. Thomas and I are abducting you. I hope you don’t mind.”
She grinned and took his hand. “No, I don’t mind at all.” Heck no she didn’t mind. If they were her captors she would fight them if they tried to turn her loose. “You can kidnap me any time you want.”
Both men grinned, sending her heart racing. They were clueless. They had no idea what they did to her, how it nearly ripped her heart out leaving them every week. She chided herself for her stupidity. If she wasn’t with a jerk…
They piled into Thomas’ restored 1958 Ford truck and drove to HillsboroughRiverState Park, where the plan became clear. Nevvie daydreamed of a riverside ravishing, but Tyler had prepared a wonderful picnic. They found a great spot in the shade and, checkered blanket and all, spread out for a huge meal.
She stretched on her stomach, propped on her elbows. “This was sweet, guys. You don’t know what this means to me.” She fingered the pendant, now hanging outside her shirt.
Tyler leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Nothing is too good for our girl, Nevvie,” he said. “We’ve already told you that. I wish you’d believe it.”
She blushed, looking away from his blue eyes. She could easily get lost in them.
“You look like a girl who needs a back rub,” Thomas said.
“Are you offering?” She met his sweet brown eyes and felt heat race through her.
“I surely am, sugar. Are you accepting?”
Next to him, Tyler’s eyes twinkled. If she didn’t know any better she’d think he had something up his sleeve.
“I’d be an idiot to refuse.” She stretched flat on her tummy and tried to quell her anxious stomach. Thomas straddled her and started working on her back.
It felt fantastic! As his strong fingers kneaded her muscles, it wasn’t difficult to imagine lying naked with him in bed instead of on a picnic blanket.
“How’s that feel?” Thomas asked.
“Ohhhh. That’s…wonderful.” No one had ever touched her like that, with such heat and yet in such an innocent way.
“Our dear Thomas is very talented, sweetheart.”
“Uh huh,” she mumbled. Both men laughed.