by Lolita Lopez
“All right. All right!” Tom’s hand slashed through the air. “I get it. I’m good enough.”
“You are.” Frank lowered his voice as he gazed into Tom’s deep brown eyes. “You’re more than good enough, Tommy. You’re the best man I’ve ever known.”
Tom visibly relaxed. He leaned forward until their foreheads touched. Frank’s eyes closed as Tom’s arms wound around his waist and hauled him tight against that hard chest. Frank brushed his lips across Tom’s and coaxed a slow, sensual kiss out of him. Only the knowledge that right outside Frank’s unlocked door were hundreds of gym clients and employees kept them from taking things to a higher level.
“And what if she doesn’t understand this?” Tom nuzzled his nose against Frank’s. “She wouldn’t be the first person to think we’re total freaks for wanting each other and a woman.”
“She won’t.” Frank had no doubts on that score. “She’s…different. She’s open and carefree. You’ve seen her friends. She runs with a very diverse crew. She didn’t even bat an eye when we came to her for our bracelets.”
He lifted his arm to show off the specially designed leather and titanium piece he wore every day. The matching bracelet encircled Tom’s wrist.
“She still flirted with us even after she made them,” Tom added, his tone a bit more hopeful. “Maybe she understands that we’re looking for someone like her.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” Frank untangled himself from Tom’s embrace and strode back to his desk. He picked up the card and pen and thrust them into Tom’s hands. “Sign this and let’s tempt fate.”
Tom considered the card for a moment before nodding. He scrawled his name beside Frank’s and handed it back. “What now?”
Frank slipped the card inside its envelope and licked the edges of the flap. He grimaced at the gross taste and sealed it. “We give this and the box of cake bites to Tonya and wait. She’ll show up tonight at the hotel or she won’t.”
Tom rubbed his face and looked uncertain again. “This could go pear-shaped really fast, Frank.”
“It won’t.” Frank’s stomach pitched even as he plastered on a confident smile. Secretly, he shared Tom’s fear. For all his self-assured bluster, Frank worried they’d scare Lexi with their invite. What if he’d read the situation wrong? What if she was just being friendly with them? What if the spark in her eyes and that sweet smile weren’t a signal of attraction?
Frank embraced that bravado that had served him so well in business and motioned for Tom to follow him. He’d made his plans. He was seeing this through—and whatever happened, happened.
They left the office, headed down the hallway and entered the main floor of the gym. Frank cast his gaze across the wide open space filled with treadmills, elliptical machines and weight lifting equipment. Trainers guided clients through circuit training. Some clients chose to work out on their own, reading at their treadmills or catching up on the news while sweating on the ellipticals. The juice bar looked busy. He noticed a steady stream of clients going in and out of the supplement shop, too.
He stopped off at the front reception desk and slid the card and box of pastries over to Tonya. The silver-haired siren smiled knowingly and nodded her head. “Good luck, boys.”
“Thanks, hon.” Frank winked at Tonya. That teasing smile of hers and playful banter were one of the reasons she was such a popular instructor in their low-impact aerobics and yoga courses.
The package dropped off, Frank veered toward one of the metal staircases that led upstairs. Tom shadowed him to the second floor where the bulk of their classes were held. Yoga, Pilates, Zumba, basic aerobics and walking programs, kickboxing, Krav Maga and more took place in the spacious rooms. Recently, they’d renovated the third floor to add more class space for mixed-martial arts, the one sector of their business that was truly booming.
They paused just outside the Zumba room. Careful so as not to be noticed, they peered through the glass wall of the class. Three lines of exercisers moved to the upbeat and infectious Latin music. Frank had initially been hesitant to add the courses to their lineup but Tom had convinced him to give them a try. People who would never set foot in a gym signed up to shake their asses and sweat to the pulsing Latin beats.
Frank’s gaze moved to the second row where Lexi grinned and swiveled those lush hips. Heat streaked through his groin at the sight of her. He’d been lucky enough to see some truly beautiful women in his thirty-seven years but this one? Oh, hell, this one blew every other woman of his acquaintance out of the water.
Thick hips, full breasts, waves of blonde hair and that mischievous smile. Frank had tripped over his own feet the first time he’d clapped eyes on her. She’d caught his eye near the reception desk that day and he’d been unable to tear away his gaze. Tom, of course, swore he’d spotted her the second she’d walked in the front door. He had been loitering around in the juice bar so it was possible. Still—Frank refused to concede.
He smiled as she tossed back her head and laughed. He’d never met a woman so vibrant and vivacious. Everyone around her seemed to feed off those megawatt smiles and that rich laugh. Even out in the hallway, Frank couldn’t help but smile as she made exaggerated movements, whipping her hips side to side and tossing her arms up into the air and snapping her fingers.
“I’ll see you around,” Tom announced unexpectedly. He quickly pivoted away and stalked toward the staircase.
Frowning, Frank called after him, “What’s wrong?”
“I need a shower. A cold one,” Tom called back.
Frank laughed and considered the effect Lexi was having on him. His cock stirred to life, threatening to embarrass him. After one last lingering look, Frank turned away from the classroom and headed toward the stairs. If all went as planned, he’d be seeing more of Lexi tonight. Naked and spread out beneath him. Naked and bouncing on his cock. Naked with Tom between her thighs.
Maybe Tom had the right idea about that cold shower. Walking around with a massive hard-on tenting the front of his shorts wasn’t going to win any new customers for the gym. Then again, maybe it would have a positive effect on membership. He’d come across all kinds of deviant, debauched behavior doing rounds during late nights and slow times. Couples fucking in the showers. That weird guy who liked to jerk off in the used towel bins. Those two girls who were using the weight lifting bench in that far corner as a sex prop.
The memories of those rather shocking discoveries fanned the flames of lust burning in his lower belly. Lexi’s sweet face tormented him. He imagined the feel of her skin against his, the taste of her delicious pussy as he delved between the folds of her sex.
“Hell,” Frank swore and took a detour to the private employee locker room. His thick erection pressed against the front of his shorts. There was no hiding his condition now. He scoped out the hallway and was relieved to see no one else in sight. At the door, he lifted the keycard from his lanyard and swiped it through the card reader. The sound of a running shower met his ears as he entered the room. He glanced around the locker room to confirm it was empty and quickly shucked his clothing and stowed it in his private locker. He snatched a towel from the shelves and wrapped it around his waist.
Back in the shower section of the room, he followed the sound of running water to the back stall. Just in case his suspicions were wrong, he asked, “That you, Tom?”
The dark blue curtain jerked back to reveal every inch of Tom’s naked, soapy body. They stared at one another for a long moment before Tom reached out and grasped Frank’s hand. Grinning and mad with arousal, Frank allowed himself to be tugged inside the steamy alcove. He whipped off his towel and tossed it over the shower curtain bar. Tom wasted no time claiming his mouth. He melted into Tom’s deep kiss, transferring his sexual tension to the man he’d loved so long.
“She drives you crazy,” Tom murmured against his mouth. “Admit it. You’re thinking of her right now.”
Frank hissed as Tom grasped his cock and stroked the length. W
hen Tom cupped his sac and fondled his balls, Frank saw stars.
“You’re wishing her hands were on you. You’re wishing it was her mouth right here.” Tom squeezed the head of Frank’s dick. “Her lips sucking you tight.”
“Both,” Frank growled. “I want you both.”
Their tongues tangled. Tom chuckled, the deep rumble of amusement penetrating Frank’s chest. They groped and squeezed and kissed until they were breathless. Frank’s greedy hands roamed Tom’s hard body. Try as he might Frank could never achieve the level of muscle mass and tone that Tom displayed. Where Tom looked every inch the champion cage fighter, Frank sported more of a swimmer’s physique, his body lean and slim.
He shoved Tom’s shoulder and spun him around to face the tile wall. Frank bit the curve of Tom’s neck, the bite playful and short. Tom sucked in a sharp breath. “You bastard.”
Frank chuckled and licked the red spot. “You love it when I’m rough.”
Tom didn’t deny it. Their relationship had always had a touch of D/s and bondage to it, but never as much as Frank wanted. Tom humored him every now and then but he wasn’t a natural sub. Frank sought out women to feed that need, sometimes with Tom in tow and other times alone.
Since spying Lexi, he’d abandoned those trysts. There was only one woman he wanted to tie up and spank and torment. Whether she was interested, Frank couldn’t say for sure. He’d tried to test her out, invading her space and issuing subtle commands when he ran into her around the gym to judge her response. He’d noticed the way her breath had hitched and her gaze had dropped away when he’d nudged her in those ways. Maybe there was a little submissive hiding inside Lexi.
But those questions could wait. Right now he wanted to focus on Tom.
Frank kissed his way down the broad expanse of Tom’s back. His gaze flicked over the scars and tattoos marring his man’s skin. Four tours in Iraq and Afghanistan and a lifetime of playground scraps and bar room brawls had left their marks. Tom’s decision to fight for a living after leaving the service had lent his body even more knots and gnarly scars. Frank’s gut clenched at the thought of how much pain his man had known and how badly he wanted Tom to leave that all behind.
Dropping to his knees, Frank pressed a gentle kiss to Tom’s lower back. His lips danced across Tom’s tight ass. When Tom shifted his weight, bracing himself on the wall and pushing back his hips, Frank grinned and grabbed two handfuls of Tom’s ass. He delved between those cheeks and swiped his tongue over the pucker hidden there. Tom groaned and shoved back against Frank’s invading tongue.
White-hot need pierced Frank’s belly. He wanted to hear Tom lose it and attacked his lover’s asshole with his tongue. He circled and probed, his fingernails biting into the flesh of Tom’s backside until red marks appeared. Tom loved being rimmed and shuddered with pleasure as Frank tortured him with his tongue.
When he slipped lower and laved Tom’s taut sac with his tongue, the other man growled so loud Frank was sure everyone on the main floor heard them. Frank didn’t care. He wanted Tom’s cock. With a wicked shove, he forced Tom around and grabbed the base of that fat dick. Frank lavished attention on the weeping crown of Tom’s cock, sucking the pre-cum right off the tip and swirling his tongue over the tip. Tom pumped his hips and grasped Frank’s shoulders. Water rushed down over their bodies, the pounding spray masking the noises of Frank’s mouth sliding up and down Tom’s huge erection.
Tom rose on tiptoes and sucked in shaky breaths as he neared his climax. Frank knew exactly how to work Tom’s dick. His hand stroked the bottom half of Tom’s shaft as his mouth bobbed up and down on the head. His tongue concentrated on that spot on the underside of Tom’s cock that drove him wild.
“Fuck, Frank. Fuck!” Tom’s warning spurred Frank to relax his jaw and take Tom into the back of his throat. He could feel Tom’s cock pulsing in his mouth as hot cum jetted into Frank’s welcoming mouth. A little bit dribbled out and spilled down Frank’s chin when Tom pulled out.
Before he could wipe it away, Tom hauled him onto his feet and licked the pearly essence from Frank’s skin. Tom stabbed his tongue into Frank’s mouth, sharing the earthy flavor. In that moment, Frank gave over control and let Tom have his way.
Frank was shoved up against the wall. Tom’s mouth descended to his neck. Teeth grazed and lips sucked until Frank’s toes curled. His balls ached painfully and his cock throbbed. As Tom soaped up his hands, Frank prayed he wouldn’t draw this out. He didn’t think he could stand it if Tom did.
Thankfully, Tom grabbed his cock in both hands and stroked hard and fast, just the way Frank liked it best. Their tongues dueled. Frank clawed at him and thrust his cock in and out of Tom’s soapy mitts.
“Come for me,” Tom ordered, his lips brushing against Frank’s jaw. “Give me your cum. Give it to me.”
Frank couldn’t deny him that request. He threw his head back as his body went rigid. Ropy jets of cum shot from his cock and painted Tom’s torso. When Tom’s teeth scraped the sensitive side of his neck, Frank shuddered and groaned. “You’re killing me.”
Tom chuckled against his throat and placed a noisy kiss there. “You know you love it.”
Still awash in afterglow, Frank gripped Tom’s shoulders and forced his man to look him in the eyes. “I know I love you.”
Tom’s face softened. “I love you too.”
Frank stroked Tom’s skin. “Whatever happens tonight, we’ll have us. This,” he gestured between them, “is unbreakable.”
Tom nuzzled their noses together. “I believe you.”
Frank could only hope that was true.
*
Lexi blew out a noisy breath and swept the strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her eyes. Her heart beat had slowed a considerable amount but it was still higher than when she’d walked into the Zumba class. She gathered up her water bottle and towel and joined a group of classmates heading out into the hallway.
As they skipped down the stairs, Lexi tried not to feel jealous of all the Valentine’s Day plans being described in great detail. Dinner at exclusive restaurants. Tickets to the ballet. Gourmet chocolates. Dozens of roses. Risqué lingerie and sex toys. Even seventy-three year old Edith who came to Zumba on the Ridge Crest Retirement Village transport van had a hot date!
Lexi tried not to let her dateless V-Day get her down. If her drama-filled childhood had taught her anything, it was that romance was seriously overrated. Maybe it was better to spend the night curled up on the couch watching Real Housewives reruns with some Chinese takeout and a bottle of wine.
She tried not to compare the reality of the lame ass Valentine’s Day that awaited her with the one from her fantasies. In her wildest dreams, she’d be sharing the night with the pair of drop-dead-sexy men who had been starring in her fantasies for the better part of a year. Lexi couldn’t shake her attraction to Tom and Frank. Even learning they were closer than best friends when she’d designed their Christmas gifts hadn’t put a damper on her raging lust for them. Oddly enough, it had only intensified her desire, especially once she’d confirmed the rumors about their bisexuality. With that bit of information, the sexy scenarios filling her mind knew no end.
Tom oozed testosterone with his muscled frame and badass reputation. He had that boyish grin that made her insides melt and always teased and flirted with her whenever they ran into one another around the gym or the downtown area.
Despite that broad grin he wore, she’d spotted the lonely, haunted look in his deep brown eyes. He tried to hide it and seemed to be successful with most people but he didn’t fool her. It was easily recognizable. In some ways, she felt they were kindred spirits. She suspected their childhoods were similar.
Tom’s experiences at war, of course, set him apart. She wondered if that was why he’d taken up cage fighting as a career after leaving the Army. Some part of him reveled in the animalistic, primal experience of beating another man to a pulp. He was probably channeling some unhealthy feelings into those beat-downs t
hat had earned him fame and fortune.
Frank, on the other hand, was the epitome of sophisticated sexiness. Her insides wobbled like JELL-O whenever he smiled at her. Sometimes he’d stand so close she could feel his body heat penetrating her skin. That cologne he wore, a deliciously heady mix of cedar and sandalwood, would infiltrate her nose and leave her dizzy with lust. He often spoke in this commanding, assured tone that made her knees weak. She wondered sometimes if he understood the effect he had on her.
Where Tom had made his name embracing all things primitive and male, Frank had gone after a MBA and parlayed his part-time personal training into a gym franchise that now spanned the Southwest. Partnering with Tom in his early days of mixed-martial arts fighting had given Frank’s gym and trainers much needed publicity. Together, the two had created a massively successful exercise and supplement empire.
As a small but growing business owner, Lexi truly admired their work ethic. As a young and unattached woman, she really, really admired their hot bodies.
But that was foolishness in the extreme. In the early days of her gym membership, she’d spied the kinds of women both men dated. Needless to say, she didn’t share many traits with those girls. They were leggy bombshells. Lexi couldn’t compete with that so she’d simply resigned herself to flirtatious exchanges with Frank and Tom. It wasn’t what she wanted but she’d long ago learned to be content with what she could get.
As she entered the women’s locker room, she toyed with the idea of hitting up her favorite bakery for some of those Italian cream cake bites she loved so much. If she was going to spend the evening on the couch alone, it seemed only right to treat herself.
Her dirty towel found its way into the bin near the door. Never one to shower in the locker rooms, she headed straight for her locker to grab her things. She approached her metal cabinet and spun the dial on the gym provided lock. The mechanism always fought her so it took a little shaking and tugging to get the lock to pop free.
