“Are you asleep?”
“Not yet,” he mumbled. “What’s wrong, sweet?”
“Nothing.”
He lifted his head when she didn’t continue. “What?”
“I was just wondering.”
He rolled her onto her back so he could look at her. “Do we play twenty questions, love, or do you tell me?”
It was the question she’d pondered, especially after watching Thomas and Tyler make love to each other so many times. “How does it feel?”
He must have been tired. “How does what feel?”
“You know.”
He finally grasped her meaning. “You mean…” He ran his tongue down her neck to the base of her throat, drawing a soft mewling sound from her, making her heart race. “How does it feel to have your lover slide his sweet cock into your arse?”
She nodded, breathless. “Yeah. That.”
His soft chuckle did what it always did to her. Sensing her state, he skimmed his hand down her belly to rest tantalizingly still between her legs. “You don’t really want to do that tonight, do you?”
“I’m…curious.”
He teased her with his finger, slipping it inside her then sliding up to draw slow, sensuous circles around her clit.
“We think it feels good. When you’re truly ready to give yourself to us like that, we will make sure it feels good for you, too.” He slipped his finger inside her again and she closed her eyes, the muscles in her belly tight under his arm as he worked his finger into her, then back around her clit. “We will never force you to do anything, love.”
He maintained a sexy rhythm with his finger, circling her swollen nub just enough to make her pant for more, then back inside her, gathering more cream with every stroke. He could keep her gasping for hours like this and had on several occasions.
Tyler tenderly kissed her, exploring her mouth with his. That’s when he changed his pattern. Instead of running his finger up to her clit he slowly inched his way south to her virgin rim, gently massaging her, but making no move to press in.
She gasped, tensed, then relaxed when she realized he wasn’t going to penetrate.
But she liked it.
He broke their kiss and worked his way to her ear. “This is why we should wait. You’re still too nervous, sweetheart. Besides,” he ran his hand to her clit and gently rolled it between his thumb and fingers, drawing a passionate moan from her, “I would rather wait until it’s the three of us together to share it.” With that, he made her come.
She clutched him, closing her eyes and pressing her body into his as he whispered in her ear, “That’s it, my angel, come for me.”
Panting, she went limp in his arms.
“Did I finally wear you out, love?”
She weakly nodded but felt him pressing stiff against her hip. She nudged him on top of her, kissing him, moaning again as he slipped inside her.
Tyler nestled his head against her neck while she gently raked her nails down his back, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. He was different when they were alone. Not drastically, but she noticed.
Then again, so was Thomas.
Nevvie felt him tense inside her, knew he was close. She wrapped her legs around him and whispered, “Come for your sweet slave, Master.”
He cried out and thrust deeply several times, then came buried inside her.
When he caught his breath he rolled to his side, cradling her in his arms, kissing her. “I love you, sweetheart. Jesus, I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”
She snuggled with him. “I never thought I’d ever feel the way I do. Times two.”
Tyler laughed and pulled the sheet over them. “Yes, quite. Now I think we can go to sleep, dear. Right? Or do you have any more questions you wish answered?”
“Sleep,” she whispered, already drowsy. “Definitely sleep.”
He told her they didn’t have to worry about breakfast, just coffee, before they met the car downstairs at six. “They’ll have lots to nosh on in the green room,” he assured her.
They showered together, resisting the urge to get too playful, and made it downstairs with five minutes to spare. It was a little too early to call Thomas and she enjoyed snuggling with Tyler in the backseat. Without Thomas around she noticed Tyler acted stronger, like he stepped forward into a dominant role. Usually Tyler was content to allow the other man to be the stronger presence. Not that Thomas didn’t defer to Tyler, because he did. Tyler took care of their finances and running the household.
It was an interesting dynamic, and one she loved.
When she found herself alone with Thomas, he was playful and tenderly rowdy with her. With the three of them together he seemed to almost take on a protector role, nearly the exact opposite of her relationship with Tyler. When Tyler was alone with her he became more protective, dominant, even his body language was different. Only with the three of them together did he relax his guard, as if assuming Thomas would take over.
She didn’t think either man consciously realized they did it.
Interesting.
Elliot met them in the studio lobby and leaned in close to Tyler, talking as they walked, following a network page to the elevator bank for the ride upstairs. She kept a step behind, not wanting to intrude or look like anything but an assistant. Tyler stopped and turned, reaching for her.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to leave you back there.”
She smiled and tried to wave him off but he insisted. Instead of making a scene she let him take her hand and caught a glimpse of Elliot’s frown.
She leaned in to Tyler as they waited for an elevator. “Do you think this is wise?” she whispered.
He brushed her hair from her neck and with his lips by her ear whispered, “Little slave, let your master worry about appearances.”
She gasped, his grip tightening. He winked and let her step into the elevator in front of him.
Damn him, it worked. Now she could care less that she was about to meet network morning show anchors. She cared about how soon she could get Tyler alone and boink him.
He knew it, too.
In the green room she tried to fade into the background. Nevvie noticed yet another persona Tyler put forth—the author dealing with media professionals as opposed to dealing with fans. The stars were all pleasant, and, as Tyler had assured her, they seemed like normal people.
She snacked and watched the morning show from monitors in the green room. When Tyler went in for make-up, she called Thomas to make sure he was awake and had set the recorder.
“How are you doing, sugar?”
She turned away from the others and dropped her voice. “I’m a wreck. All these people.”
Thomas’ sweet laugh soothed her. “It’ll be fine, he always charms them. They love him. Elliot there?”
“Yeah.”
He hesitated. “Did Tyler tell him?”
“Last night. He took us to dinner.”
“And?”
“As long as we don’t make headlines, he’s fine with it.”
“Cool. I figured he would be.”
They were ready to introduce Tyler. “Gotta go. He’s coming on next. Go watch.”
“All right sugar. Love you. Tell him I love him, too.”
“I will. Love you. Miss you.”
“I’ll see you when you get home. Call me tonight. Keep our boy safe there in the big city for me, sugar.”
Nevvie didn’t have time to ponder his last comment. Elliot pulled on her arm. “Come on, we can stand in the studio.”
Together they watched Tyler do his thing. As usual he was charming, sweet, energetic, charismatic. Typical Tyler.
The interview was over in a few minutes, and they were off and running to the next stop.