Love Slave for Two: Reunions [Love Slave for Two 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (25 page)

When they reached Del’s house, a man and a pregnant woman holding a young toddler stepped out onto the porch. “We need to head downstairs,” the man said. “Quick. Have them grab stuff for their kids, and let’s move.”

“Okay, John,” Del said. “Come on,” he told them. “That’s John, Sarah, and baby Mark. We’ll save the formal introductions until we’re all safely downstairs.”

In a panic, Nevvie grabbed the diaper bag, her purse and phone, and Harley. Tyler started for Mikey, but she said, “No, give him to Dad and go get your computer!”

“Screw the computer—”

“Do you have a backup?”

He froze. “Blast!” He raced back for it.

Tom handed Adam off to Del, who picked him up and raced toward the front door with him. Andrew followed, with Nevvie and Tyler right behind while Tom grabbed the folder with all their paperwork.

As John led everyone downstairs to the basement, Nevvie heard a siren go off somewhere in town.

“Tornado warning,” Del barked. “Into the shelter!”

At the same time, a radio Sarah carried in her free hand let out a shrill alarm tone.

“What the hell is that?” Nevvie asked.

She cut the sound off. “Weather alarm.” She opened a cabinet, punched numbers into a keypad, and pulled open a large, metal door. She stepped inside first and pulled a cord on a light switch.

Everyone else crowded in, with John bringing up the rear and pulling the door securely shut behind him.

Del helped everyone find a place to sit and made formal introductions. “Well, let’s make ourselves comfortable. We’ll be here for a little while.

Adam and Mark played with Harley in the corner while the adults talked. “This is a heck of a shelter,” Tom said, awestruck after Del and John finished explaining its features. “We could use something like this in Florida for hurricanes, but we don’t have basements, usually.”

“Where in Florida?” Sarah asked. “My uncle has a condo in Miami.”

“Other coast,” Nevvie said, her stomach churning. She hoped she didn’t need to use the bathroom before they got out of there. “We’re from Tampa.”

“So,” Del said, “has your trip gotten any easier since I last saw you?”

Nevvie, Tom, Tyler, and Andrew looked at each other and burst out laughing. They spent a half hour regaling the three with their misadventures while glossing over or omitting the more emotional points. By the time they finished, Del, John, and Sarah were all laughing.

“I think you have more than enough material for a couple of books out of all of that, Tyler,” John said.

Tyler agreed. “The problem is, it’s quite likely no one would believe me.”

Sarah tried tuning in the weather radio again. While there were still weather warnings for nearby counties, their community had been given the all clear.

“You all wait here,” Del said. “I’ll go check.” He opened the shelter door and went upstairs. A few minutes later, he returned. “All clear. The sirens are off and the radar’s clear. It’s raining now, but that’s it.”

“I think I prefer hurricanes,” Nevvie said. “At least you have plenty of time to get out of their way.” Having escaped from Chalmette outside of New Orleans before Katrina hit, she was an expert in that.

* * * *

After it was obvious they weren’t about to reenact
The Wizard of Oz
, Nevvie was happy to help pitch in with cooking dinner. While her men sat in the living room with John and Del, talking and watching the three boys playing on the living room floor, Nevvie enjoyed talking with Sarah while they cooked.

“You know,” Nevvie said, her voice low, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you welcoming us into your home like this. I don’t mean just for the hospitality.” Nevvie glanced out at the living room. “I don’t know anyone else in a relationship like ours. I mean, it’s nice to know there’s other people out there like us.”

Sarah gave her a kind smile. “I was scared people around here wouldn’t accept us at first. But John and Del told me to quit worrying about it, and I did. I mean, we don’t go out in public sucking face or anything, but our friends don’t even bat an eye over it.”

“When are you due?”

Sarah smiled and patted her tummy. “Just before Christmas. That little guy in there was three weeks late, though. My doctor had decided to induce me when my water finally broke. He was just being a slowpoke.”

Adam came running into the kitchen. “Sarah, who is the little boy on your porch?”

Nevvie noticed Sarah’s face blanched. “You see him?”

“Uh-huh.” He turned and pointed at the French doors leading out to the porch through the dining room. “He’s right there. He’s waving at us.”

Nevvie didn’t see anyone.

A weird feeling washed over Nevvie.

Sarah knelt down to Adam’s level. “Can you tell me what he’s wearing, Adam?”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “He’s wearing jeans and a red shirt. You can’t see him?”

She pasted a smile on her face that Nevvie thought looked fake. “No, I can see him just fine. His name’s Robbie, and yes, you can invite him in.”

“Thanks!”

Nevvie watched Adam run over to the door, open it, and invite his invisible playmate in.

Sarah stood, watching them. “What’s going on?” Nevvie quietly asked.

Sarah took a deep breath. “Nevvie, do you believe in ghosts?”

* * * *

After dinner, the men offered to clean up. Mark and Adam had a campout in the living room after Tom and John made them a tent out of blankets and the dining room table. Andrew would sleep in their guest room with Mikey while Nevvie and her men slept in the RV. After the afternoon’s brush with severe weather, Nevvie preferred her boys be in the house overnight.

Nevvie and Sarah sat on the porch and sipped cocoa. Alone, Sarah quietly told Nevvie the story of what happened when she first met Del and John, and who Robbie was. When Sarah finished her story, Nevvie felt goose bumps rippling her flesh.

“The guy died right there in your basement?”

Sarah nodded. “Yep. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Wow. There’s a novel you should write. Just the real life story alone is creepy even before you start adding the supernatural stuff in it.”

Sarah wore a wan smile. “Like Tyler said earlier, no one would believe it if I did.”

* * * *

They got a late start the next day after lunch. Nevvie was sad to be leaving the town and her three new friends, but now she was eager to return to Savannah, and then Florida. To Savannah to see Peggy and Karen and everyone else, and to Florida to begin the search for her birth parents.

She only hoped they wanted to see her. If they were even still alive.

They exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses before leaving. “And if you all want to come visit Florida and see the beaches, you’re always welcome,” Nevvie insisted as she hugged Sarah one last time. “I mean it.”

“We might take you up on that,” Sarah said. “Del’s finally talking about retiring, so maybe we can make some plans for a family vacation.”

“We’ll make it winter, when we don’t have to worry about hurricanes,” Del teased.

As the miles and the landscape passed, Nevvie thought it ironic that the farther away they traveled from Sheridan, the closer she was becoming to Kyle and Jacob. Both of them had exchanged several e-mails with her already, and text messages.

Neither of them mentioned Mary.

She didn’t begrudge them loving their mother. Unfortunately, Nevvie had already spent a goodly chunk of her life trying to sever the emotional ties she still had to her. Now, all she wanted to do was put the past behind her and move forward with her quickly growing family.

If Mary wanted to be a part of it, Nevvie wouldn’t cut her out, but she wouldn’t bend over backward to draw her closer, either.

It was obvious Kyle and Jacob wanted to reconnect with their older sister.

Nevvie couldn’t help but notice how anxious Andrew acted the closer they got to Savannah. “Calm down, Dad.” She smiled at him from across the table. “What’s the worst that can happen?” With Tom driving, Tyler had elected to ride shotgun up front. They couldn’t hear their conversation, and the boys were both napping in back.

“Oh, she could be insulted by me asking her out, or Tyler or Thomas could be upset. Worse, I could alienate my whole family.” He shook his head. “No, this is a horrible idea. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

She took his hands and squeezed them. “Stop,” she gently said. “The worst she could do is say, ‘No, thank you.’ Believe me when I say I think she will say yes. And even if nothing comes of it, at least you’ll have had a nice dinner alone together. I already told you, Tommy and Tyler are fine with it.”

* * * *

Their second day there, with Andrew still not having made a move, Nevvie had a brainstorm a little after lunchtime. “Dad, didn’t you say you wanted to go see that new mystery movie that came out last weekend?”

“Beg pardon?”

Nevvie tapped the section of newspaper she was reading, where the theater times were listed. “That movie,
Personal Space
. The mystery. I remember you said you were interested in seeing it. Hey, maybe Mom would want to go see it with you.”

Nevvie sent silent pleas to Andrew to play along, but he looked confused.

Then Peggy stepped in. “I’d like to go see it with you.”

Surprise replaced confusion on Andrew’s face. “You would?”

“Sure. Give Nevvie and her men some alone time.”

Andrew’s gaze skipped over to Nevvie. She thought he looked like a scared rabbit before his brain finally caught up with what had just happened. “That would be lovely, Peggy. Thank you.”

Nevvie said a silent prayer of thanks.

* * * *

They were in Savannah for another week before heading home. Nevvie was happy to return to Tampa, both to get home and to see Pete, who was still on the mend. Not to mention she wanted to get back to her own home and bed and a real, full-sized shower.

And being able to have sex without worrying any more than normal about their noise levels.

Andrew and Peggy had gone out twice more before their departure to Tampa. Fortunately, things were going well on that front.

When they returned home, Nevvie couldn’t believe how happy she felt. As they began the arduous process of unloading, Nevvie was on her way outside when she heard Tom swear, followed by a crash.

“Do I even want to know what that was?” she asked, turning.

Tom was uprighting the little table the phone and answering machine sat on. The phone looked none the worse for wear. Their answering machine, however…

He looked the shattered pieces scattered on the floor. “Crap.”

Tyler hurried inside. “What happened? I heard a crash?”

“Hurricane Tommy strikes,” Nevvie said with a smile. She helped him pick up the pieces and they tossed him. “I guess if there was anything important, they’ll call us back.”

“Speaking of hurricanes,” Tom said, “I’ll start getting the shutters down tomorrow.”

* * * *

Nevvie was never so thankful to crawl into her own bed as she was that night. She didn’t miss the hopeful looks on both men’s faces.

“Boys, feel free to play without me,” she said. “I’m wiped out.”

“Are you sure, love?” Tyler asked. “We wouldn’t want to leave you out.”

“If I change my mind, I’ll be sure to let you know, don’t worry.” Even if she was too tired, she still enjoyed watching. And it wouldn’t be the first time that watching her men together overrode her being tired and got her fully in the mood.

Tom pounced on Tyler. “You heard the lady.” Before Tyler could answer, Tom kissed him deeply, driving whatever response Tyler had intended out of his head, apparently.

Nevvie curled on her side and watched with a smile. Tom grabbed Tyler’s hands and pinned them over his head as he continued ravishing him with his mouth. Both men’s cocks, when she could glimpse them, were rigid and ready.

Tyler tried bucking his hips against Tom to get friction against his cock, but Tom used his body to hold Tyler in place. Tom nipped and kissed and licked Tyler’s lips and neck, stoking his passions until he begged Tom for relief.

“You want it, buddy?”

“Please, blast you!”

Tom changed positions, swinging a leg over Tyler’s head but pinning Tyler’s arms down with his legs so he couldn’t move. Then he dangled his cock just out of reach of Tyler’s eager mouth. “You want it, you have to work for it.”

Tyler strained, trying to reach Tom’s cock with his mouth. “You know I do!” Nevvie suppressed her giggle at the sight as well as the desperation in Tyler’s voice.

“Oh, all right,” Tom said. He lowered his hips. Tom’s cock disappeared between Tyler’s lips.

Tom grunted with pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it. You know what I like.” He worked his hips, fucking Tyler’s mouth, his balls bouncing against Tyler’s nose at the bottom of every stroke.