At midnight, Tyler finally reached exhaustion. A receipt for a hotel in Key Largo appeared on the account. She patted Tom’s arm. “We’ve got him.”
They reached the hotel ninety minutes later. Nevvie left Thomas in the truck, parked next to Tyler’s Lexus, and walked to the office. A small, family-owned place from the look of it, maybe she could bullshit her way through this.
Even better, the desk clerk looked young, probably right out of high school. Nevvie put on a friendly smile. “Hi, I’m with Tyler Paulson, I’m his personal assistant. I need to get another room. We were late getting out of Tampa, and he told us to meet him here. You have another room, right?”
The girl nodded, smiling. “Sure. You want the one next to him?”
“That would be great. There’s two of us.” She filled out paperwork. “Oh, I need two keys. And Ty asked me to pick up a spare for his room. Can you do that?” She smiled at the girl.
“I’m not sure—”
Nevvie laid Tyler’s ATM card, which doubled as a MasterCard, on the counter. “And he told me to put everything on this.”
The girl was, fortunately, not the brightest bulb on the branch. She smiled when she saw Tyler’s name on the card. “Sure, no problem. He seems like such a sweetie. I’ve read all his books. I’ve never met anyone famous before.” The girl worked on the check-in, and Nevvie surreptitiously read the paperwork upside down from her side of the counter.
“He’s in 208, right? I think that’s what he told me, but I didn’t write it down.”
“Yep. You’ll be in 210.”
Nevvie returned to the truck. “Let’s go.”
“Did you find out what room he’s in?” Thomas asked.
She held up the key card. “Of course I did.”
Thomas shook his head as he grabbed the laptop case and overnight bag. “Freaking evil geniuses. Both of you.”
They quietly walked past their assigned room. She whispered in Thomas’ ear. “Look through the peephole, see if the lights are on.”
He did and shook his head.
She put the keycard in and prayed Tyler stayed true to form. She carefully pushed on the door, holding her breath until it swung open unimpeded.
Tyler was asleep on his side facing away from them. She motioned Tom in and silently closed the door, holding the latch, then easing the knob shut. She flipped the safety bar.
In the light spilling from the hall she’d seen the half-empty liquor bottle on the bedside table. He’d spent his cash on liquid comfort.
They undressed in the dark, their eyes growing accustomed to the faint glow from the security lights sneaking in around the edges of the curtains. She walked to the far side of the bed. Kneeling in front of Tyler, she slid the sheet down. He was naked. Well, that made her job easier.
Thomas curled his body around his lover. Tyler stirred but didn’t completely awaken. She smelled the bourbon on his breath.
Nevvie bent between Tyler’s legs, gently licking him. He moaned in his sleep, shifting a little. She felt him respond and took him fully into her mouth, sucking him, trying to arouse him. He was still drunk enough to not fight. He tangled his fingers in her hair, and she reached between his legs to find Thomas, already hard, behind him.
Nudging Tyler’s legs apart, she took Thomas into her mouth, using her hand to stroke Tyler and not lose any ground. She was already wet, and when she knew Thomas was slick enough to not hurt Tyler she sat up and helped position him.
She put Tyler’s cock between her legs and whispered to Thomas, “Now.”
Together, Thomas gently slid his cock into Tyler while she impaled herself on his now-rigid shaft.
Tyler’s eyes flew open. Nevvie planted her lips on his, holding him through his initial resistance. Then he relaxed as he responded to her.
“We love you, Tyler,” she whispered. “We need you.”
He moaned against her neck, wrapping his arms around her and tightly holding her. When he thrust into her she tapped Thomas on the arm. As one they rolled over with Nevvie on her back on the bottom while Tyler kissed her and took long, slow strokes.
Thomas kissed Tyler’s back, lightly running his fingers down his skin and massaging his ass before holding his hips and taking several gentle, easy thrusts.
“We love you, sugar,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “Man, we’ve been together too long. You can’t leave me.”
She felt Tyler’s approaching climax and held on. With his face pressed against her neck she whispered, “Master, your little slave needs both her masters to make her happy. You promised me anything. I have to have you with me.”
“Ahhh!” He took two hard thrusts before emptying inside her, his body shaking.
Thomas’ climax wasn’t far behind. When he finished he sat up, trying to keep his weight off them.
Tyler sobbed. “I love you both so much. I’m so tired of hurting you.”
“Shh. It’s okay,” she whispered.
Thomas went to clean up and came back with a washcloth for Tyler. He slipped into bed and held both of them. They cradled Tyler between them as he cried, still more than a little drunk. He finally fell asleep in their arms and Thomas kissed her.
“Thank you for finding him. I never would have thought of it.”
She nodded, her arms wrapped around Tyler, and tried to sleep.
Tyler was still asleep on her shoulder the next morning. She felt Thomas’ foot next to hers and rubbed her toes along it. He lifted his head and looked at her over Tyler’s shoulder.
“Good morning,” he silently mouthed.
She nodded, snuggling tightly against Tyler. He awoke twenty minutes later. She felt the change, then heard his sharp intake of breath when he realized he wasn’t alone and that it hadn’t been a dream. He couldn’t see her face. She knew he was trying to decide if she was awake.
She nudged him to her breast and he gently took her nipple into his mouth.
She sighed, “Thank you, Master.” She’d been more than willing to forego her own pleasure the night before, but she was still horny.
He lifted his head. “How can you both still want me?”
With her hand on his neck, she gently pushed him back to her breast. “Your little slave needs her sweet master to love her. My other master needs you, too. It would break our hearts not to have you with us.” She kissed the top of his head as he suckled her, the familiar pulsing throb starting in her lower belly. “We’re a family. Family doesn’t up and leave when times get tough, right?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” she teased.
Tyler laughed, lifting his head. His eyes were wet with tears. “I’m sorry, Nevvie.”
She kissed him. “Quit apologizing. And quit trying to make it all better. We can handle this.”
Thomas put his arm around Tyler’s waist. “She’s right. We’re okay. If you need us, you can lean on us the way we lean on you. The two of us are strong enough to carry you.” He stroked Tyler’s cheek, his voice growing hoarse. “We’ve been together too long for me to lose you, Ty. Please.”
Tyler nodded and kissed him, then kissed Nevvie. “How did you get in my room?”
“She’s overthrown your evil genius title, sugar.”
His blue eyes settled on hers, melting her. “Thank you, love.” He kissed her then worked his way down her belly, settling between her legs. Thomas cradled her while Tyler brought her to the edge, working two fingers into her, teasing her, finally letting her come after she begged for it.
After dozing for a while they moved to the shower to clean up. Nevvie didn’t say anything but noticed the empty bottle in the wastebasket by the sink. Thomas must have dumped it.
At breakfast, Tyler sat on her side of the booth and barely spoke.