Love Slave for Two: Beginnings (A Love Slave for Two Prequel): Love Slave for Two, #0

Chapter One

Tom

T hat’s it, Kinsey! Move it, move it!

Vaguely aware of Coach Sweeney yelling at him, Tommy’s focus was torn between not screwing up the practice play and the sight of Alicia Smith’s bare legs on the sidelines as her fellow cheerleaders hoisted her up in a pyramid pattern.

At the whistle, Tommy and the other players jogged over to the far sidelines where the water cooler was set up. He tried to ignore Alicia’s coy smile, then he heard his dad’s voice.

You’re lookin’ good out there, son.

He pulled his helmet off and smiled. Thanks, Dad.

Coach Sweeney walked up and shook hands with his dad. Hey, Adam. Didn’t expect to see you here today.

Finished up early. I hate missing his practices.

Tommy’s gaze drifted across the field to Alicia and her short, red, pleated skirt. When she waved, three of her friends giggled.

He turned back to the water cooler, hoping everyone thought his red face was from the August Georgia heat. Thankfully, his ample padding and protective gear hid the hard-on struggling for freedom.

I heard some college scouts are gonna be in this area next month, Coach said, eyeing Tommy. You keep your game up like you have been, you might be able to land a scholarship.

Adam Kinsey laughed. He’s already guaranteed one with his grades. I swear, you’d think with my five girls and their momma’s brilliant brain, one of them would be an Einstein. Tommy’s got all his sisters beat there.

Tommy reddened again, this time with embarrassment over his dad’s praise.

But it felt good.

We’ll be running about another half hour, Coach Sweeney said. Then he’s all yours.

No problem. When Coach walked away, Adam smiled at his son. Got a surprise for you.

Yeah? He finished his water and handed the empty cup to the equipment manager.

Yeah. I know you’ve been working your butt off. Your momma and I decided you’ve earned a reward. He winked. After practice. He patted Tommy on the shoulder and headed off to take a seat in the stands.

Tommy’s pulse raced as he donned his helmet and headed onto the field. He doubted they bought him a motorcycle. That’s what he really wanted, but no way in hell would Momma ever agree to that. Maybe they’d decided to replace his car for him. It sucked being eighteen and a senior and not having wheels.

Stupid Emily anyway.

They’d made him loan his car to her when her car broke down. They said since she was out on her own and married with babies, and him just a kid, that it was only right.

Then she’d gone and wrecked the damn thing two months ago. His parents hadn’t taken out comp and collision on the old beater car.

The hope building in his heart even overshadowed thoughts of Alicia flirting with him.

After they received their next play, Tommy took his position on the line. When he glanced up, he stood eye to eye with Martin Jayce. Martin had just turned eighteen the week before. They’d all gotten together at his parents’ lake house for a party that past weekend.

Between Martin’s green eyes and the memory of what Martin looked like in his swim trunks…

Tommy closed his eyes, immediately willing that thought away.

Girls. He liked girls. Alicia was dying for him to take her out that weekend. She’d been hinting around with comments as subtle as a baseball bat over the head as to what she’d like to do when they were alone together.

As the play commenced, Tommy gave thanks no one could tell when he snuck another look at Martin’s ass.

Alicia stood waiting for Tommy when he emerged from the locker room after practice.

Tooommmy, she called out in a singsong voice. Are you ever gonna ask me out this weekend? Her family was all local to Savannah, and her voice had the typical deep, rolling drawl.

He blushed and spotted his father walking toward the locker room, talking with Coach Sweeney. That’s a few days away. I don’t know what my parents have planned yet. Can we talk about it tomorrow?

She latched onto his arm and made a pouty face that pooched her pink lips into a plump bow. I thought you liked me.

I do like you. You know how sucky it is without a car. I can’t really do much without one.

Daddy said I could borrow Momma’s car on Saturday. She grinned and leaned in close so she could whisper in his ear. Me and Sarah and a couple others, we went to Macon a couple weeks ago. To one of those clinics. I’m on the Pill now.

He blushed deep red. Yet another thing she’d constantly hinted at. While there’d been a few times he’d used mental images of Alicia while whacking off in the shower, he wasn’t sure he was ready for the real thing yet.

Especially when he’d more often used—and with more success—mental images of Martin and other guys.

That’s cool, he finally said.

What the heck else was he supposed to say?

She stepped back with an evil teenage girl grin on her face as his father and Coach walked up, fortunately saving him, even though they didn’t know it.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Tommy, Alicia said in that annoying singsong voice. Bye.

Bye, Alicia.

Adam Kinsey watched her walk away, a knowing fatherly smirk on his face. She’s sweet on you, isn’t she?

Tommy didn’t think his face could turn any redder if he tried. Dad!

His father laughed. I know, son. I was there myself once, don’t forget. Well, let’s get going.

He followed his father out to the parking lot, at first puzzled when he didn’t see his dad’s car. He’d forgotten about the promise of a surprise.

Then his father pulled out a set of keys and led him toward a blue Ford F-150. Not the newest model by several years, but it wasn’t a rust bucket, either. Looked to be in decent shape.

Adam dangled the keys in front of his son. Emily can’t drive a stick. That means no chance of her wrecking this one for you. Sorry it took so long to get you another one. But I really didn’t want her to be able to beg so much your momma finally gives in again. He slyly smiled. I mean, no way in hell am I teaching Emily how to drive a stick, and I know your momma won’t, either. He snorted. I seriously doubt Clay knows how to drive one, either. He doesn’t strike me as very…capable.

Tommy knew his dad wasn’t very fond of Emily’s husband.

Tommy’s eyes widened. No. Way! He threw his arms around his father and hugged him. Oh, man! He walked around the truck in awe, not even noticing the cosmetic flaws and assorted dings and scratches. Wow! This is great!

Keep your grades up or we take it away. It’s six years old, and the air works. You’ll have to put a new radio in it because it doesn’t have a CD player, and I know you want one. Same rules that applied to your other car. Keep it clean, take care of it, and you still have to pay the insurance. It’s got over a hundred thousand miles on it, but the engine was rebuilt a few months ago, and the transmission is new. You can take it to college when you go.

Tommy circled the truck again, hugging his dad a second time. Thank you so much, Dad!

Adam opened the passenger door and climbed in. You’re welcome. Now let’s get home. Your momma’s making chicken and dumplings tonight.

At home, Karen and April crowded into the front seat with Tommy while he drove them up the road and back a few times. Tommy was the baby, but the two youngest of his five sisters still lived at home, and he’d always felt closest to them. Even when growing up and everyone still lived at home, Karen and April had always had his back.

Once they were back home, they all got out. Maybe I should ask to borrow it, Karen teased with a playful grin he knew meant she was only busting his balls.

So you can wreck it, too? He said it with a grin, playing it back to her.

He was youngest, followed by April and then Karen, but he had a special bond with Karen he didn’t have with his other sisters.

You know I won’t do that to you, Tommy. Karen took accounting classes at the community college, already had a job, and was saving up to get her own place after graduation. Stupid Em, anyway. Should knock some sense into her. And then she and Clay didn’t bother to buy you another one, or at least give you hers to drive once it was fixed? That sucks.

He stared at his new truck. New enough for his tastes anyway. Yeah, she’s just a bitch.

April had already gone inside. Karen giggled. You know it, baby bro. She hooked her arm through his. So, Alicia called before you got home.

He groaned. What did she want? I just saw her after practice.

You know dang well what she wants. She slowed their pace toward the house, holding her brother back. Her voice dropped, serious. Now, you listen to me. You know I don’t care what you do as long as you’re careful. But please, don’t be stupid, and don’t get her knocked up. She’s one of those kinds who’d love to get pregnant so you have to marry her. And then you’re stuck with her because you know damned well she’ll never work another day in her life. She thinks you’re her meal ticket because our parents make more money than hers. And if you ever do get sick enough of her to divorce her, she’ll soak you for alimony and child support and then make your life miserable for daring to leave her. And you know it.

His face burned. She told me she’s on the Pill now, he muttered. He could only say stuff like this to Karen. She felt more like a twin than an older sister.

Bullshit. Do not trust a thing that girl says. If you sleep with her, you wear a rubber. Even if she’s really on the Pill, you could still catch something from a little tramp like her.

He snorted. Alicia didn’t exactly have a stellar reputation, unfortunately. Mostly innuendo around school that hadn’t made it to his momma’s church…yet.

I’ll be careful, Kar. I promise.

Good.

Alicia squealed and practically tackled him when she saw him climb out of the truck at school the next morning. This is great! She grinned and pushed herself closer. I’ll bring a picnic blanket, and we can spread out in the bed. She giggled, pleased with her pun.

Tommy blushed and looked around as he peeled Alicia off him. Um, yeah, okay.

Irritation flashed across her face. What’s wrong with you? Don’t you want to sleep with me? What’s the matter? Are you gay?

His face burned. No! He looked around and stepped closer. I just don’t like discussing sex in public, okay? There’s nothing wrong with me not wanting to talk about this stuff in the parking lot before school when I’ve got a chem test in first period that I need to focus on.

We gonna discuss it in private, then? She tried to grab his crotch, but he caught her wrist and pulled her hand away.

Hating feeling pressured to prove anything to her, he resigned himself to his fate. We can do more than discuss it on Saturday, if that’s what you really want to do.

She smiled and quickly pecked him on the cheek before flouncing across the parking lot, where she joined a couple of her giggling friends. They raced into the building.

He silently swore and grabbed his books before heading inside.

The next day, Tommy made an excuse to Alicia about needing to study at the library after practice. As soon as practice ended, he drove across the county line into the next town. Fighting a raging case of embarrassment, and with Karen’s stern advice ringing in his ears, he bought several packs of condoms from a drugstore. The clerk, an older woman, didn’t even bat an eye at his purchase.

Because…yeah. He knew Karen was right.

Plenty of times things he’d heard Alicia say, when put into that context, made complete sense. She wanted to be a baby momma and be taken care of and not have to work.

And the last thing he wanted to do was marry Alicia, much less have kids with her.

He pulled his truck around back and removed the condoms from the boxes and tossed the boxes into the store Dumpster. He jammed the condoms into the bottom of his book bag, where his mother wouldn’t look. That night, he made sure to lock his bedroom door before he lay back in bed and ripped open a foil pouch.

Better to know how to do this than be fumbling around and give Alicia an opportunity to refuse him using them. He spent a few minutes stroking himself, trying to get hard thinking about Alicia.

That didn’t work

Fantastic.

When he thought about Martin, however, his woody stiffened. In the privacy of his own bed, Tommy didn’t bother making excuses to himself.

The first condom he totally fucked up. The second he finally figured out how to roll on over his shaft. He closed his eyes and lay back, stroking himself, trying to make himself come inside the thing.

It felt…weird. Everything he’d heard about them was right-on there.

Still, he refused to let Alicia get knocked up and force him into a marriage he didn’t want. She’d spent every free moment at school hinting and teasing that Saturday would be the first of many times for them, making it perfectly clear where she wanted their relationship to go.

With the extra distraction of the thin layer of material, even Alicia’s long legs and tight ass couldn’t keep him hard. He thought about Martin again—fuck it, might as well enjoy myself—and after a few minutes he turned his head and quietly moaned into his pillow as he came.

Okay, now what?

He walked into his private, connected bathroom. The girls had to share theirs, but his father took pity on his lone son and gave him his own bathroom when he’d built the house. He flushed the evidence, then cleaned up and lay in bed.

Where he’d used to think he’d enjoy fucking Alicia, now he dreaded it. If he backed out now, she’d be vicious enough to spread the rumor he was gay. She was so full of herself she couldn’t believe any guy wouldn’t want to sleep with her.

Maybe he could talk his dad into needing his help in the office or something. Tommy was helping him design a house for one of his friends. His dad let Tommy work on the blueprints mostly on his own, giving Tommy more control on the project than he’d ever had before. He was pretty sure he’d nailed entry to the University of South Florida down in Tampa. USF had a kick-ass engineering program, but it would be at least another month or so before he heard back.

Alicia had insisted they were going to the University of Georgia.

Fuck that.

Tommy smiled as he closed his eyes and imagined how pissed she’d be when she realized he wasn’t going to be at her beck and call post graduation.

Chapter Two

Tyler

Tyler Paulson looked out over the Atlantic Ocean as his plane winged west from London toward New York City. He’d catch a connecting flight there for Tampa.

He couldn’t quell the amused smile teasing his lips.

Freedom. Finally, freedom.

Made possible by a full special scholarship to the University of South Florida, giving him the ability to study overseas, well out of reach of his meddling mother. How she’d ranted and raved when he’d first applied, shrilly telling him he wasted his time and energy even bothering to apply for something he’d get turned down for. Then she ranted and raved that he wasn’t being fair to her by