Holiday Menage Boxed Set, Volume 1 (Books 1-3)

by Lolita Lopez

  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 that 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.

  Lexi’s eyes widened as she discovered a white box filigreed in gold and tied with a big red bow sitting in her locker. A card rested on top of the familiar bakery box. She glanced around the room, wondering if maybe someone was playing a prank on her. All the other women in the room seemed oblivious.

  Her fingertip traced her name on the card, the letters written in bold silver print. A quiver of excitement rippled through her belly. Who had put this in her locker? Did she really have a secret admirer?

  Not wanting to share her secret with anyone, Lexi carefully blocked the view of her locker with her body and slipped the card and box into her gym tote. She hastily slipped into her black hoodie and zipped up the front. Pretending nothing had happened, she plastered on a smile and hiked her tote up onto her shoulder. Purse handles clamped in her hand, Lexi closed her locker, snapped the lock shut and left the room with a few smiles and hasty farewells.

  Out in the lobby of the gym, Lexi bristled with the sensation of being watched. She turned her gaze toward the reception desk where Tom and Frank stood shoulder to shoulder. Their intense stares inspired a shiver of excitement up her spine. No, she thought quickly, it couldn’t be!

  But there was no mistaking those sexy smiles. Both men gazed intently in her direction. Toes tingling and nipples tightening to points, Lexi swallowed hard and tore her gaze away from them. Consciously putting one foot in front of the other, she left the gym without tripping or falling on her face. Once she hit the parking lot, she broke into a jog and cut across the pavement to her car. She fumbled for her keys and hit the button on the fob to unlock the door.

  Safely inside the car, Lexi pulled the box and card from her tote. She sat them on her lap and stared at them for a long moment. Her fingers tugged the red bow. The ribbon fell onto her thigh as she lifted the lid and uncovered her favorite cake bites. The round balls of Italian cream cake were dipped in white chocolate and decorated with sprinkles. In honor of Valentine’s Day it seemed the bakery had switched out the usual blue and yellow bits for tiny pink and red hearts.

  Fingers trembling, Lexi picked up the card and broke the seal on the envelope. She slowly withdrew the card and smiled at the funny design on the front. It wasn’t one of those overly mushy card
s with flowers and hearts. She appreciated the thought that had gone into choosing a card she’d enjoy.

  The message inside caused her heart to skip a few beats. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, slamming against her sternum as she read and reread the invitation inside. She closed the card and turned her attention back to the front of the gym. This invite had danger written all over it. It was one thing to entertain her fantasies but quite another to give over to that hope.

  What if all they wanted was this one night? It seemed unlikely that Frank or Tom were interested in anything more. Could she live with that? Could she go on seeing them at the gym day after day after being their one-night stand? Lexi honestly didn’t know.

  More importantly, what would happen if one of them wanted something more? She couldn’t exactly have them both. Real life didn’t work that way. She’d seen enough of that kind of philandering in her childhood to know three and four and five were most definitely a crowd.

  And yet she couldn’t deny that she wanted to go to the hotel tonight. She wanted to see what they had planned for her. She wanted to live, really live, even if just for one night. There would be consequences, of that she was only too sure, but Lexi couldn’t live the rest of her life wondering what if. She had to know.

  Mind made up, Lexi stabbed her keys into the ignition and eased out of her parking space. Her plan for a simple night on the couch with trashy TV and takeout had been supplanted by something much more exciting. Right now she needed lingerie. Super sexy, naughty bits of lace and silk.

  If she only had one night with the men of her dreams, she was damn well going to make the most of it.

  Chapter Two

  Tom checked the table for the thousandth time, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the rich maroon cloth or moving silverware a fraction of an inch. He wanted everything to be perfect. His stomach pitched with anxiety. He couldn’t remember being this nervous since his first drop into enemy territory or that first championship fight. Stress was something he handled better than most men, probably a side effect of his shitty childhood and a father who relied on his fists for communication.

  “You okay, Tommy?” Frank’s use of his childhood nickname brought a smile to Tom’s lips. “You’re awful fidgety.”

  “I just want things to be perfect.” Tom adjusted a couple of the flowers in the crystal vase on the table.

  “I don’t think she wants perfect,” Frank replied. “I think she wants what every woman wants. She wants to feel beautiful and desired.”

  “She is beautiful and desired,” Tom said matter-of-factly.

  Frank smiled. “Well, just in case she doesn’t know, we should make sure to show her tonight.”

  Tom lifted his thumb to his lips but dropped it at the last second. That chewing thing had plagued him since he was a kid. Try as he might, he could never completely beat that damn nervous tic. “What if it’s too much, Frank? What if we scare her? I get the feeling she’s never done anything like this.”

  “We’ll go slowly. We’ll let her lead the show.”

  A tentative knock at the door interrupted their discussion. Tom’s gaze swung to the entryway of the suite. His gut clenched and he had to force his feet to move. He stretched his neck and tried to ignore the restrictive feeling of his suit and tie. Frank had dressed him, choosing the trousers and shirt and jacket from Tom’s closet. He didn’t have Frank’s eye for fashion and was happy to defer to him on those matters.

  When he reached the door, Tom gulped down his nerves and peered through the peep hole. Pale blonde hair filled his view. He flipped the lock and stepped back as he opened the door. His gaze raked her luscious form. A bright red dress with a plunging neckline hugged her curves. His fingers itched to touch her. He wanted to run his hands over her lush body like a sculptor smoothing out his clay. “Wow,” he breathed. “You look amazing, Lexi.”

  When she smiled nervously, she stole the air from his lungs. “Thanks.” She gestured to his suit. “That’s a good look on you.”

  He glanced down at his uncomfortable clothing. “Yeah, I guess.”

  Frank cleared his throat behind them and Tom realized she was still standing out in the hallway. He motioned for her to come in and inhaled deeply as she slipped by him, pulling the scent of her perfume into his nostrils. The scent relaxed and excited him at the same time. He couldn’t help himself and reached out to stroke her bare arm as she walked around him. Lexi tossed a grin over her shoulder, the smile warm and inviting.

  “Lexi,” Frank said slowly and circled her. “Tom was right. You look amazing.”

  “It’s all those Zumba classes,” she replied with a laugh.

  Frank shook his head. “It’s all you, baby. You’re the knockout.”

  Tom noticed the pink flush creeping up her neck and blossoming on her cheeks. She acted as if compliments were few and far between. How the hell was that possible? One look at her and Tom wanted to drop to his knees and worship her with his mouth and hands.

  “He’s right,” Tom said as he sidled up to her back and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. “You’re beautiful always.”

  She shuddered as he nuzzled her neck. Goose bumps spread across her skin. Tom eyed Frank over her shoulder. They communicated silently via a look. Frank moved closer and slid his arms around her waist. He dotted kisses up the other side of her neck. Tom placed his hands atop Frank’s on her waist.

  “Oh, god,” Lexi murmured. “Wait. I just…I need a moment.”

  Tom lifted his lips from her skin. Frank did the same. They held still as they waited to see what she would say or do. Finally, she exhaled roughly and admitted, “This is a bit overwhelming. Until this afternoon, I didn’t even realize you were interested in me—and now this? Can we just…can we slow it down?”

  “Absolutely,” Frank assured her and took his hands back. Tom mirrored his movements, putting space between his chest and her back. Frank motioned to the table in the sitting area of the suite. “Why don’t we have a drink and talk over dinner?”

  Lexi visibly relaxed. “Yes. Let’s do that.”

  Tom walked over to the table and pulled out her chair. She smiled up at him before sinking down into the seat and placing her clutch on the table. He took his place on her right while Frank slipped into the seat on the left.

  “I love blue irises!” She touched the filmy petals of the flowers in the vase. “I have them planted in my borders out front.”

  Tom shot Frank a look. “We know.”

  Her hand stilled and her eyebrows arched. “Are you stalking me?”

  He caught the teasing lift to the corners of her mouth. The piercing throb of panic at her stalking comment subsided. “Tonya told us you gave her some bulbs from your garden. You told her they were your favorite flower. I asked the florist for blue irises because you love them.”

  Lexi’s face showed such surprise. “Really? You did that for me?”

  “I’d do anything for you.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. For so long, he’d watched her from the sidelines, always craving and desperate for her smiles and fleeting touch. Now she was within arm’s reach and so close to being his. He needed her to know just how much he cared.

  “Oh.” Lexi’s gaze dropped to her empty plate. “That’s nice.”

  “You seem surprised,” Frank said as he stroked the tops of her fingers. “Why?”

  Lexi lifted her head and shrugged. “Men aren’t exactly falling all over themselves to make me happy. Blue irises. This beautiful suite. A chef prepared dinner.” She shook her head. “It’s just so unexpected.”

  “It shouldn’t be,” Tom replied. He touched her hand, hoping to show her that he recognized the hurt in her eyes. It was the faint, haunting reminder of his childhood that he spied in the mirror every morning. “Do you have any idea how special you are to us?”

  She glanced between them. “What do you mean?”

  “We’ve been fighting over you since the day you stepped foot in o
ur gym,” Frank confessed with a sheepish grin. “I mean, like knockdown drag-out fighting in my office.”

  Her jaw dropped. “You’re joking!”

  Tom shook his head. “It’s the truth.”

  “No way. I mean…me? I saw those two super model lookalikes you two were leading around the gym a few months back. I don’t buy it. Why fight over me when you could have those two?”

  Frank frowned. “Daniela and Hanna?”

  Lexi shrugged. “I guess.”

  “Those weren’t our dates,” Tom quickly explained. “Those were models hired for a commercial and print campaign.”

  Lexi sat back against her chair. Her gaze jumped from Tom’s face to Frank’s. “You’re serious,” she said finally. “You actually want me.”

  “More than you can imagine,” Frank assured her.

  “And this thing tonight?” She gestured around the room. “It’s what? A one-night stand?”

  “No.” Tom sat forward on the edge of his seat. “We hope it’s the start of something bigger.”

  “But,” Frank interjected carefully, “we can do this one night and one day at a time, if that’s better for you.”

  She nodded slowly and licked her lips. “I think, maybe, we should just look at this as just one night for now. It’s a lot to wrap my head around,” she admitted.

  “That’s fine with us,” Frank reassured her. “We want you to be comfortable and happy. If we’re going too fast or if it’s too much, you just tell us and we’ll stop or slow things down.”

  “Right.” She inhaled a long breath. “Okay. So—dinner?”

  “Absolutely,” Tom replied with a smile. He lifted out of his chair and removed the silver domes from the various dishes spread out on the table. Frank had done the ordering so the revelation was as much a surprise to him as it was to Lexi. Tom served while Frank poured wine.

  As they tucked into their gourmet meal, Lexi made small talk. The nervousness left her voice as the minutes passed. He noticed the way her body relaxed as the tension of anxiety disappeared. She smiled and laughed and joked with them. The easy friendship they’d enjoyed around the gym filtered to the surface. All of the worry and uncertainty that had been plaguing Tom vanished. This was the way it was supposed to be, the three of them enjoying dinner and one another’s company.