by Lolita Lopez
“There’s a gate but it’s locked.” Tom’s voice came from the far left side of the house. “I’m going over.”
Now that was definitely going to get the cops called on them. Trespassing? They were going to end up spending the night in the clink.
But it didn’t stop Frank from following Tom’s voice over to the gate. He waited for Tom to land safely on the other side before taking a short run, hopping up and throwing his weight over the fence. He landed with a thud and winced at the burning jolt in his feet. “Now what?”
“There’s a building back there. I see lights. Let’s check it out.”
Frank stuck close to Tom as they crossed the equally as beautiful backyard to what looked like a workshop. As they neared the workshop, the door opened unexpectedly and Lexi appeared in the bright yellow glow of the exterior light. Her eyes widened at the sight of them standing in her backyard.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she shrilly demanded.
“We were worried about you,” Tom explained.
Her pinched face didn’t soften. “So you broke into my house?”
“We came over the fence,” Frank clarified.
“Oh, yeah! That’s so much better.” Lexi shook her head. “You’re lucky I don’t have my pistol with me out here. I spotted movement through the window and thought you two were a couple of prowlers. I could have shot you!”
Tom looked stunned. “You carry?”
“It’s Texas, Tom. Everyone carries,” Lexi snapped. “Well—you’ve seen me. Now you can go.”
“I don’t think so,” Frank said, his irritation getting the best of him. “Do you have any idea how worried we’ve been? We were ready to start calling hospitals in search of you.”
“What?” She took a step back in surprise. “But I’m fine.”
“Then why didn’t you answer your phone?” Tom sounded hurt. “We’ve been calling and texting you for three days!”
Lexi held her breath as her gaze skipped from Tom’s face to his. Finally, she blew out a noisy breath. “Let me clean up in the workshop. We’ll go inside the house and talk.”
Frank and Tom hovered in the doorway of the surprisingly large workshop as she tidied up the place. From the outside, it looked rather small and cramped but it was actually a very nice space and incredibly well organized. The smells of wood and clay and metal met his nose. He spied shelves packed with tools and beads. The safe in the corner looked rather heavy duty. He wondered if she stored precious stones in there.
Lexi shut off the lights and activated the alarm system before locking the door behind her. She motioned for them to follow her along the pebble-lined path. They crossed a patio equipped with an outdoor pizza oven and built-in barbecue. Visions of hot summer evenings drinking ice cold beers and noshing on something he’d cooked up on the grill filled his head. He could actually see Lexi and Tom lounging together while he tended the propane-fueled fire and made them dinner. That was what he craved more than anything: his very own version of domestic bliss.
She led them into her kitchen and stopped at the sink to wash her hands and forearms. Frank glanced around the big kitchen with its granite countertops, stone floor and top-of-the-line appliances. It looked well-used and happy. He’d been in enough kitchens to tell the difference. He could spot a show kitchen at ten paces.
“Would you like something to drink?” She gestured to the fridge as she dried her hands. “I’ve got beer and wine and juice and soda. Help yourselves.”
Tom crossed to the refrigerator and opened the door. “Would you like something, Lexi?”
“Soda, please.” She draped the damp dish towel over the edge of the sink. Her gaze jumped to Frank’s and she smiled impishly. “And, yes, I know just how many minutes I’m going to have to sweat over the elliptical in my study to burn off those empty calories.”
Frank accepted the can of beer Tom slid across the countertop. He shot a pointed look Lexi’s way. “You could have had more fun burning off those calories at Zumba.”
Her smile deflated. “I couldn’t, Frank.”
He didn’t bother opening the beer. “Why not?”
Lexi popped the tab on her can of soda and took a short sip. “It’s really complicated. It’s not you two exactly. It’s just…I have a lot of baggage from my childhood.”
“So do I,” Tom said matter-of-factly. “My dad was a raging alcoholic who used me and my mom as a punching bag. Mom was a pill-popping junkie who wrapped her car around a light pole on the way back from her dealer’s shithole.” He placed his palms on the counter and leaned forward. “I understand baggage.”
Lexi put her can on the counter and nodded. “I see that. I mean, I always thought we had something in common, something buried and secret, but now I see that’s true.”
“What’s your baggage, Lexi?” Frank gently coaxed the information from her. He didn’t want to push too hard. She’d clam up and they’d be right back where they started.
“A lot of it is the same as Tom’s. My parents never put their hands on me and never spoke to me in an abusive manner but they abused the hell out of one another.” She eyed Tom. “Until you’ve lived through that, you just can’t understand it. My parents were crazy.”
“Crazy how?” Frank needed to know. If there was any hope of helping her see that she couldn’t allow the pain of her childhood to rule her adult life, he had to know what triggered her fear and panic.
“Mom likes to drink—a lot. She slept with her tennis instructor, our accountant, and the gardeners. She slept with her friends’ husbands and sons. She’s a straight up nymphomaniac.” She shook her head. “Dad normally handles his alcohol intake unless it’s a party. He’s a straight-up, binge-style social drinking. It’s humiliating.” Her face reddened with the awful memories. “You should have seen my sweet sixteen. He took out a cake table and got into a fight with Mom’s side piece.”
“Did your father cheat on your mother?”
She nodded. “They were a perfect pair. Dad still has no boundaries of any kind. He slept with my teachers, my ballet instructor, my gymnastics coach, my best friend’s mom…” Her voice trailed off in sadness. “It was really disgusting what a mockery they made of their marriage.”
“And the cheating wasn’t the worst of it,” she continued with a fervent shake of her head. “Hell, one time Dad flushed all of Mom’s diamonds and emeralds down the toilet and pissed in the bowl to keep her from trying to fish them out. She retaliated by soaking his old yacht in gasoline and tossing a Molotov cocktail on board.” Lexi blew out an annoyed breath. “They’re both lucky they didn’t end up in jail over that one. I thought Dad was going to strangle her while she cackled on the docks and smoked her cigarette!”
Frank tried to process what Lexi had told them. There was fighting—and then there was lunacy like this. Destroying property? Putting the lives of other people at risk over an affair? What the hell was wrong with her folks?
“So you see what the problem is,” Lexi said finally. “When I was young, I promised myself I wouldn’t drink or do drugs. I promised myself I’d get an education and have a job and be a productive member of society, not some gin-soaked socialite with too much time on my hands. I swore that I would never play games with my lover. I swore I’d love one man and only man and be faithful to him.” She wrung her hands and looked at them with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t make me choose between you. I can’t. I won’t do that to your friendship or to ours.”
The penny dropped. Frank glanced at Tom who looked stricken with fear of losing her. “Lexi, you don’t have to be afraid of repeating your childhood with us. What your parents did? That’s not how loving relationships work. What they did to each other and to you was despicable. It won’t be that way with us.”
“You don’t have to choose,” Tom assured her. “You can have us both, Lexi.”
“Can I?” She seemed unconvinced. “You say that now but think about the jealousy factor. I’ve seen what jealousy does to a relati
onship.”
“We don’t get jealous, Lexi.” Tom gestured between them all. “If we were together, the three of us, I wouldn’t be jealous of you and Frank spending time together. He wouldn’t be jealous of us going out alone or taking a weekend either. It’s give and take and compromise.”
“I don’t know.” She chewed her lower lip. “Have you ever done this before? I mean long-term?”
Frank shook his head. “We’ve been looking for the right woman.”
“And you think I’m her?” Lexi scoffed. “Come on, guys. I’m not anything special. I’m just me. I’m just Lexi.”
“That’s what makes you perfect. You don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. You’re honest and true and sweet, Lexi.” Frank needed her to know how much they cared. “You’re the one we want. You’re the one we need.”
She seemed almost ready to give in to her desires but something stopped her. Her face contorted with concern. “But what will people say? I can’t be with two men at once. Do you understand what you’re asking? Do you have any idea how cruel people can be when something makes them uncomfortable or challenges their ideas of how things should be? People will talk!”
“Fuck those people,” Frank said firmly. Lexi’s eyes widened. “I mean it, Lexi. Fuck them. I don’t care what other people think. I care about your feelings and Tom’s. That’s it. End of story.”
She swallowed hard and seemed to be considering what he’d said. “But—”
“No buts, Lexi.” He slashed his hand through the air. “Can you love Tom?”
“Yes! Of course,” she answered quickly, her warm gaze jumping to Tom’s face.
“And can you love me?” His gut clenched as he waited for her answer.
“Yes. Absolutely.” There was no hesitation or uncertainty. He wondered if maybe she hadn’t already started falling for him and Tom just as they’d been slowly falling for her over the last few months.
“So what’s the problem?” He reached for Tom’s hand. “I love Tom. He loves me. We’re falling in love with you. You’re falling in love with us.”
“You are?” Surprise filtered across her face. “You love me?”
“Do you think I’d risk a trespass arrest for just anyone?” Tom slowly edged the counter, approaching her carefully as one might a scared pet. “I’m willing to spend the night in a cell for you, Lexi.”
Frank mirrored Tom’s movements and walked around the other side of the counter until he stood on the other side of her. “Do you have any idea how special it is for three people to share this kind of chemistry?”
Tom stroked her cheek. Her eyelids drifted together as an expression of calm softened her face. “We’re not asking for forever, Lexi. Not yet,” he added with a grin.
Frank grasped her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “We’re just asking for a chance, Lexi.”
She smiled at them, her gaze flitting from Tom’s face and back to his. “I can do that.”
Happiness burned bright and hot in Frank’s chest. He grinned like a kid in a candy store as he reached for her and dragged her close for a kiss. She giggled as he hauled her against his chest. The sound was so light and joyous. He wanted to hear it every day for the rest of his life.
Baby steps, he reminded himself. They’d only just managed to get her to consider dating them. What he really wanted—what Tom wanted, too—would have to come slowly and gradually.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Frank brushed his lips over her cheek. “I think this breakthrough calls for some celebratory nookie.”
She laughed, the raucous waves of happiness reverberating through his chest. “That way.”
Tom scooped her up and buried his face against her neck, no doubt licking and sucking and nibbling. She squealed with delight. Frank let them lead the way with Lexi navigating in between moans and giggles. Frank’s cock hardened just listening to the noises she made. He couldn’t wait to really hear her scream. Already his mind raced ahead, thinking up decadently dirty scenarios to blow her mind.
Inside the bedroom, Lexi reached out and hit the dimmer switch. She adjusted the lighting to a low setting. It gave a sexy ambience to the room. Not that they needed mood lighting to get things going.
As Lexi and Tom tore at one another’s clothing, Frank peeled out of his jacket and toed off his shoes. He undressed while scoping out the room. The wrought iron headboard presented so many possibilities. He hadn’t yet had a chance to indulge his love of bondage with her yet. He spotted the belt and scarves hanging from the organizer on the inner wall of her walk-in closet.
Lexi and Tom remained oblivious to him as their tongues tangled and hands tugged on clothing. He slipped into the open closet and selected what he wanted from the hooks. He walked back into the room and considered what he would do first. Lust uncurled low in his belly. The smoldering heat of desire made his groin ache. There were so many things he wanted to do to Lexi, so many experiences he wanted to share with her. He didn’t even know where to start.
So he simply watched. Belt and scarves in hand, Frank leaned against the now-closed closet door and watched Tom peel away every last scrap of clothing clinging to Lexi’s body. When she was naked and trembling, Tom laid her out on the bed and climbed over her much smaller form. Frank’s cock throbbed at the sight of Tom’s sculpted body stretched out and flexing. He fought the urge to join them. No, he decided resolutely, for now he would enjoy from afar.
Lexi bucked off the bed as Tom kissed his way down her body, his tongue swirling over her nipples and dancing around her navel before dipping even lower into that juicy, sweet cunt Frank loved so much. She cried out and gripped Tom’s head between her palms as Tom feasted on her pussy, lapping and sucking at her pink berry of a clit. Frank wondered how long it would take her to come. Not long, he figured. She panted and moaned and swiveled her hips, grinding her cunt against Tom’s humming mouth. He went wild on her pussy, his big hands holding her thighs wide open and forcing her to accept the tongue-lashing he was intent on giving. She screamed as she came, her nipples so hard they stood erect and her body suddenly pink with the flush of orgasm.
Tom wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Their gazes clashed for a second. Tom smiled devilishly and slipped away from Lexi. This time he wanted to be the one watching and enjoying.
As he approached the bed, Frank noticed the way Lexi stared at the belt and scarves in his hand. She gulped and sat up, pressing a hand to her chest as if afraid. “Are you going to hit me?”
Frank took a step back, her question throwing him for a second. “With this?” He lifted the belt. When she nodded, he quickly replied, “I would never strap you in anger, Lexi. Do I want to spank you or take a paddle to your backside? Yes. Would I like to pop that sweet ass of yours with a cane? Absolutely.”
He cupped her cheek and brushed his fingertips over her silky skin. “Would I do that without your permission and without establishing firm lines and boundaries? Never.”
She licked her lower lip and then confessed, “I like to read erotica with bondage and submission scenes.” Her gaze fell to her naked lap. “I like some of the glossier S&M porn sites, too.”
“Is that so?” Excitement rippled through his belly. He stroked her chin. “Would you like to play a little tonight? Nothing too rough. Just a little bondage and spanking.”
Her eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “Oh, yes, please!”
Frank chuckled at her eagerness. White-hot heat burned through him. Oh, this was going to be an interesting night, indeed. “Get on your knees. Put your head in Tom’s lap.”
*
Lexi swallowed nervously but did as Frank asked. When she’d spotted that belt hanging from his hand, she’d feared the very worst. Now she expected something much better. Trembling with anxiety and still hot with need, even after that amazing orgasm from Tom, Lexi did as Frank had instructed. Some part of her needed to be ordered around and coaxed into submission. She wanted this, wanted to surrender completely to whatever kinky play Fra
nk concocted.
She shivered as Frank caressed her naked ass. Tom rearranged the pillows at the head of her bed and shifted into a comfortable position. His impressive cock stood erect and stiff just inches from her mouth. She couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around the crown and suck him deep.
“Do you have condoms, Lexi?” Frank rubbed her lower back. “I’m not sure if I have one in my wallet. If you’re out, it’s going to significantly impact our lovemaking tonight.”
She smiled at the way he called it lovemaking and not just sex. “Bottom drawer.” She pointed to her bedside table. “I’ve got a box in there with some lube and my toys.”
“Toys, huh?” Tom waggled his eyebrows. “You kinky bitch.”
She laughed and slapped at his thigh. “Not that kinky. They’re just simple vibrators.”
“This box is unopened.” Frank waved the box. “The lube too.”
She shrugged. “I like to be prepared. I just haven’t had a chance to use them yet.”
“Now you do,” Tom leaned forward and pecked her lips. “All night long.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. I’ve heard that one before.”
“From one guy probably,” Tom pointed out. “Now you have two at your beck and call.”
“Beck and call, huh?” She liked the sound of that. “So if I snap my fingers, you come running?”
Tom grinned and brushed some loose strands of hair behind her ear. “Exactly.”
Frank returned to the bed and dropped the box of condoms and the bottle of water-based lubricant on her duvet. He grasped her waist and peppered ticklish kisses up and down her back. She shuddered and squirmed as he teased her.
“Remember, Lexi, you can say stop at any time and we will. Understand?”
“Yes.” Her belly flip-flopped with excitement. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded at Frank. His eyes were dark with lust. His cock pulsed and she wondered what it would be like to give them both head at once. A wild frisson of arousal burned her as she imagined sucking one cock and then the other, jumping back and forth while they groaned above her.
