by Lolita Lopez
Holiday Ménage Boxed Set 1
By Lolita Lopez
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2012 by Lolita Lopez
Cover Art by Jaycee DeLorenzo, Sweet ‘N Spicy Designs
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Be Our Valentine (Holiday Ménage Book 1)
By Lolita Lopez
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2012 by Lolita Lopez
Cover Art by Jaycee DeLorenzo, Sweet ‘N Spicy Designs
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Table of Contents
Be Our Valentine
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Margaritas and Mayhem
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Fireworks for Three
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Backlist
About Lo
Chapter One
“We can’t do this, Frank. We’re going to get slammed with a sexual harassment lawsuit, man.”
Frank frowned at Tom. The other man paced the office like a caged lion, his impressive fighter’s physique making the graceful movements seem so primal. “How do you figure that?”
Tom stopped abruptly and spun toward the desk where Frank sat. “We’re going to put that in her locker. In the women’s locker room. We’ll be breaking every rule in the book. That’s supposed to be a male-free area of the gym. I won’t even touch the fact that we’re propositioning a woman who probably doesn’t want a damn thing to do with either one of us.”
“Propositioning?” Frank shook his head and returned to the pink and red card he was writing in with a silver pen. “We’re asking her on a date and giving her a box of her favorite cake bites from that bakery down the street. It’s fine. Besides,” he signed his name with a flourish, “I’m going to have Tonya slip it into the women’s locker room after Lexi heads into her Zumba class.”
Tom looked relieved. “That’s something, at least.”
“Here.” Frank pushed the Valentine’s Day card across the desk. “Sign this.”
Tom didn’t move. Instead he lifted his thumb and started to chew on the tip, a nervous habit he’d had since they were children. “What if this blows up in our faces?”
“First, stop chewing your thumb. Second, it won’t.” Frank stood and crossed the distance between them. He placed his hands on Tom’s shoulders. His thumbs stroked the sides of Tom’s neck. “Lexi likes us. There’s no mistaking that. We’ve been fighting over who has the right to ask her out first for nearly a year.”
“I saw her first,” Tom insisted.
Frank opened his mouth but shut it quickly, choosing to let it go. They’d argued that point to death. “Sure. Fine. Whatever. Look, since neither one of us can make a move without pissing off the other one, the diplomatic choice is for both of us to ask her out at the same time. Then the ball’s in her court.” He shrugged. “Let the best man win and all that.”
“And what about us?” Tom tilted his head and caught Frank’s gaze. “If she just wants you, what happens to me?”
“And what if she just wants you and not me?” Frank noticed the way Tom immediately defaulted to being the loser in the situation. It seemed his old friend and lover’s self-esteem issues were rearing their ugly head again.
Tom chortled and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like she’s going to choose me over you, Mr. Hotshot Businessman with a million dollar bank account and MBA.”
“Oh, yeah, because you’re not a mixed-martial arts champion or anything,” Frank retorted. “I mean, you’re mug isn’t plastered on billboards and energy drinks. You don’t have piles of medals from your time in the Army, either, right? Because, you know, women just hate war heroes.”
“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?
F
rank 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. When 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 bet
ween 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.
