by Lolita Lopez
“No.” Frank grinned evilly. “Don’t you dare come, Lexi. You know I’ll punish you for it.”
“Oh! Oh, god! Oh!” Lexi clamped a hand over her mouth and tried to stifle her cries of pleasure. Tom went wild between her thighs, pushing her over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy. Frank loved to watch her as she climaxed. She was a wickedly beautiful thing. He only wished it was his mouth between her thighs.
When it was all done, Tom kissed his way up her body. He captured her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. She thumped his arm when their kiss ended. “You got me in trouble!”
Tom laughed. “That’s kind of the point, Lexi.”
“Yeah, but it’s not your ass that’s about to be spanked.” She turned her gaze toward Frank. “Now?”
He nodded and slid off the bed. He chose the bench at the end of the bed. It was a good height and sturdy enough. Lexi reluctantly climbed off the bed and came to stand in front of him. He sat down and patted his lap. “Hands down. Ass up.”
Lexi huffed as she draped her body over his thighs. He caught the tiny smile of excitement that twitched at the corners of her mouth before she lowered her face from view. Despite her outward protestations, Frank was fully aware that she loved being spanked. One good whack and her clit would start to throb. In no time at all, she’d be sobbing and pumping her hips in an attempt to rub her clit on his thigh.
Frank gently caressed her plump ass. God, how he loved her thick, hourglass shape! He could worship her curves all day and night and never tire of them. He enjoyed the feel of her rounded softness under his palms. She relaxed under his touch, her shoulders losing their tension and her breaths deepening.
Right where he finally wanted her, Frank lifted his right hand and brought it down hard on her ass. She yelped as the first smack echoed in the room. He soothed his hand over the red spot before smacking her bottom two more times. He gave each ass cheek a little pinch. She gasped and wiggled but didn’t use the safe word they’d agreed upon weeks earlier. He let his palm crack her backside in a quick, fast rhythm.
Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood for counting and “yes, sirs.” Tonight, he wanted to enjoy the sounds she made and watch her skin blossom with that red flush. He wanted to feel the heat left behind by his handprints.
Lexi moaned and whimpered as he beat her ass. He was careful in the placement of his whacks and never too hard. He wanted her butt to be cherry red and hot when it was all said and done but he didn’t want dark, heavy bruises in any place that could be seen by her family. The last thing he needed was to have to explain or defend their private choices. No, he made sure to place his smacks on the fleshiest part of her bottom. Her preferred style of bikini bottoms would hide his tokens of affection.
Frank’s groin tightened as his palm bounced from cheek to cheek. Tom stood nearby and idly stroked his cock while watching Lexi’s punishment. Frank let his greedy gaze roam Tom’s ridiculously sexy body. He slowed the pace of his spankings and caressed the back of Lexi’s neck with his other hand. She moaned with need and squirmed on his lap. He kneaded her red-hot ass cheeks, delighting in the sharp gasp falling from Lexi’s lips at the discomfort. Tomorrow evening, her ass would be the loveliest shade of maroon. He couldn’t wait to lick and kiss and love on those bruised cheeks.
For now, he was happy to give Lexi her reward for being such a good girl during the spanking. By now the endorphins from her spanking were starting to spill into her bloodstream. She’d feel the heady high. His fingertips traced the cleft between her cheeks. They slid even lower and found so much slick cream there. He slipped two fingers inside her cunt, their insertion aided by that slippery fluid. His thumb pressed against her asshole until she relaxed enough for him to penetrate her.
With two fingers buried in her pussy and a thumb in her ass, he began to fuck her mercilessly with his hand. He placed the other between her shoulder blades, holding her firmly in place on his lap. She cried out and panted as he pounded her pussy and ass with his fingers. She pumped her hips, smashing her clit against his thigh. He knew it wouldn’t be long now. Her pussy clenched at his thrusting fingers.
“Frank!” She shouted his name as she came. It took a good deal of brute strength to keep her on his lap as she undulated and jolted in the grips of her orgasm. He continued to thrust and stroke inside her wet channels until she was totally spent and limp on his lap. He carefully removed his glistening fingers from her body and petted her as she regained her ability to breathe normally.
It was Tom who finally lifted Lexi from his lap and placed her in the center of the bed. Frank caught the gleam in Tom’s eye and allowed his man to yank him up from the bench, walk him around to the side of the bed and shove him down onto it. Tom crawled over him, their bare cocks knocking together and ball sacs touching. Frank growled into Tom’s mouth as his lover kissed him with such intense passion that his toes curled.
Tom reached between them and grasped both their cocks in his huge hand. The roughness of his skin and the calluses were such a turn-on for Frank. His hands were smooth and soft like most men who spent most of their days behind desks. Tom was one rough, tough bastard and the best fucking lover he’d ever known. Well. Besides Lexi, of course. In that department, Frank was absolutely spoiled. He had the finest woman and the sexiest man imaginable in his bed every night.
Frank nipped at Tom’s lower lip. “Jerk my cock. Make me come, Tommy.”
Tom groaned and worked his hand faster. His thick fingers encircled their dicks and moved up and down their shafts. Frank’s hips lifted from the bed as the head of his cock rubbed against Tom’s in the most wondrous way. Their tongues battled for supremacy. Frank tried to control their kiss but Tom refused to submit. It was just the way Frank liked it.
His balls ached and throbbed as Tom’s hand stroked him toward orgasm. He grasped Tom’s shoulders and reveled in the sensation of rippling muscle. Tom’s body was a work of art and Frank loved to put his hands on it. Panting and grunting, Frank continued to exchange deep, messy kisses with Tom until, finally, they both exploded. Hot jets of cum painted Frank’s chest and chin as their cocks jerked. Their seed was smashed between their bodies as both men gripped and clutched and groped until the very last tremor subsided.
Lexi surprised him. Tom fell off to Frank’s left side but Lexi snuggled in closer to his right. She licked away the cum clinging to his chin and kissed him, the earthen, salty flavor of his essence mixed with Tom’s bursting on his tongue. She rested her head on his shoulder. Her fingertips drew slow shapes in the sticky pearlescent fluid on his chest. Tom joined in her the childish drawing, their fingertips spreading the evidence of the rough coupling around his skin.
It wasn’t the most romantic of moments but it was incredibly intimate. Frank slid his arms under Tom’s larger frame. He liked having both of them cuddled up against him. He swept the damp, sweaty hair from Lexi’s temple and lightly scratched Tom’s scalp. Both of his lovers grew quiet and sleepy in his arms. Frank couldn’t imagine a moment better than this.
Whatever was going on outside of this room no longer mattered. He’d figure out a way to guide Lexi through this nightmare of a vacation without too much stress. He had a feeling those negotiation skills he’d honed through years of business deals were about to come in handy.
Chapter Four
“We’re out of towels.”
Bent over with her head practically stuck in the oven, Lexi closed her eyes and counted to ten. They’d been in the house less than twenty-four hours together and Allie was already starting to grate on Lexi’s nerves. The woman had been knocking on Allie’s door at six in the morning because she needed to know where the blender was so she could make some kind of smoothie. Lexi had been forced to go downstairs to find the damn thing and then got roped into making egg white omelets for Allie, her father, Ramon and her mother. Thankfully Frank and Tom had had the sense to know not to ask her to make them dinner, especially since she hadn’t even had her morning cup of tea.
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��t even been able to finish her breakfast. Allie wanted to go for a morning swim and couldn’t figure out how to retract the pool cover. After Lexi had retracted the cover and skimmed the water with the net to grab those few bugs who had managed to get trapped under the cover, Allie had changed her mind about the swim. The water was, apparently, too cold for her and the baby.
Lexi was still stowing away the pool gear when her mother had tracked her down. She’d forgotten to pack part of her skincare regimen and wanted to sift through Lexi’s toiletry case. To keep her mother from figuring out what was going on in her bedroom, Lexi had rushed up ahead of her to quickly toss all of Frank’s things into his room. Then she’d been forced to sit for nearly an hour while her mother tried different products and kvetched about her father.
When her mother had started describing Ramon’s oral sex techniques, Lexi had nearly died. She didn’t need to know that he did that thing with his tongue. Really, she could have lived the rest of her life without seeing her mother inappropriately wiggle her tongue around like that.
Blessedly, Tom had chosen that moment to knock on the door and ask if he could shower. She’d basically shoved her mother out the door with her toiletry case and tried to erase all memories of the weird conversation from her mind. Tom and those big soapy mitts of his had helped her with that.
“And we need our sheets changed before I take my afternoon nap,” Allie added, her grating voice bringing Lexi back to the present. “I don’t care what the tree huggers say. I’m not sleeping on the same sheets two nights in a row.”
Lexi exhaled slowly, grabbed the pan of oatmeal cookies and rose from her crouched position. Plastering a smile on her face, Lexi placed the cookie sheet on the pot holders she’d placed on the counter. “I’ll get right on that, Allie.”
“Thanks.” She reached down and adjusted the triangular cups of her neon orange bikini top. Lexi let her gaze drop to Allie’s incredibly flat and toned stomach. She wore a wrap around her waist but it was low enough that Lexi should have been able to see some kind of curve to the other woman’s middle. Her father had told her that Allie was almost out of her first trimester. Surely in someone so thin, she’d be showing just a little? Lexi silently admitted that she didn’t know much about pregnancy. Maybe it took longer to start showing?
Allie eyed the pan of cookies. She frowned. “Did you make those for your boyfriend?”
Lexi shook her head and picked up the spatula. “Tom doesn’t like raisins.” She stopped herself before adding that Frank didn’t care for nuts in his cookies. “These are for Dad.”
“No, they’re not.”
Lexi’s gaze snapped from the pan to Allie’s face. She tried to be civil. “Excuse me?”
“I said no. You’re father isn’t eating those. He was up all night after eating your peach cobbler.” She pursed her lips. “He has a gluten intolerance.”
“That’s news to me.” Lexi didn’t believe it for a second. Her father had never had stomach issues when eating any type of wheat derived flours. “When was he diagnosed? Recently?”
“He hasn’t seen a doctor yet, but I know a wheat allergy when I see one.”
Lexi wanted to ask Allie if identifying food allergies by sight was something they taught in dance school but bit her tongue instead.
“Who has a wheat allergy?” Frank strolled into the kitchen with a towel tossed over one bare shoulder. He headed for the fridge and grabbed the pitcher containing the half-and-half mix of iced tea and lemonade he liked. Lexi had mixed it up especially that morning.
“My father, apparently,” Lexi said tautly. She didn’t miss the way Allie’s gaze was glued to Frank’s naked torso. Lexi didn’t like that one bit. The woman was pregnant with her father’s baby. She needed to cut out the window shopping.
“Yeah?” Frank sloshed the lemonade tea into a glass. It spilled onto the counter but he made no move to wipe it up. “That’s too bad. You know, our gym carries a line of gluten-free snacks. Maybe he’d like to try some of those.”
“Really?” Allie moved closer to Frank. “You mind if I borrow this towel? I’m about to take a dip in the pool.” She cast a glance over her shoulder and smirked. “We’re all out of towels in our room.”
“No problem,” Frank replied. He draped the towel over Allie’s shoulder. “I’ll walk with you out to the pool. We can talk about the gluten-free stuff. If you want, I can always have a couple of cases sent your way.”
“That would be great.”
Lexi watched Allie lead Frank out of the kitchen. Annoyed, Lexi picked up a dish towel and mopped up Frank’s mess. “No, no, no. Don’t worry. I’ll get that.”
The spill cleaned and the pitcher returned to the refrigerator, Lexi turned back to the cookies she’d made especially for her father. They were his absolute favorite and the first thing she’d ever learned to bake that summer their cook, Adeline, had taken Lexi under her wing. Today, she’d been hoping that they could talk over a plate of cookies and a glass of cold milk. She knew deep down inside her father wasn’t a bad person. For some reason, he’d remained married to her mother all this time. It couldn’t just be fear of losing his money, right?
Lexi was old enough and wise enough to realize that with a new baby on the way, her parents would finally have to take the plunge into divorce court. She hoped, though, that she could get through to her father and help him see that making it ugly and public wasn’t going to help. If it came down to it, her mother would spend ever last penny she had drawing it out in court and ruining her father. Lexi hoped she could convince her father to make nice with her mother on the divorce terms. If need be, she’d act as the intermediary. She wanted this done quickly and with some dignity.
“What in the world are you doing in the kitchen?” Her mother swept into the room looking as if she’d just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. As always, she was impeccably dressed and tastefully accessorized. Lexi noticed the coral necklace she’d made years ago adorning her mother’s neck. It was a small gesture but one that meant so much to Lexi, especially on a trying day like this. “Shouldn’t you be out at the pool or on the lake with your guests?”
Lexi shrugged. “Someone has to cook and feed this big crew.”
“Oatmeal cookies?” Her mother gestured to the cookie sheet. “For your father?”
Lexi nodded. “But he doesn’t eat cookies anymore. He has a wheat allergy.”
Her mother’s lips settled into a grim line. “Uh-huh.”
“Does Ramon like cookies?”
Her mother shook her head. “He’s pickier about his diet than I am. A moment on the lips and an eternity on the hips, right?”
Lexi made a noise of agreement. If anyone in this house needed to memorize that annoying saying, it was her. She was becoming uncomfortably aware that she was the biggest woman in the house. It wasn’t a good feeling to realize she was heavier than her mother and a pregnant woman.
“I guess I’ll toss these then,” Lexi decided, certain she’d scarf the whole tray in a pity party of eating.
“No, I’ll have one.” Her mother smacked away Lexi’s hand to stop her. “I love oatmeal cookies.”
Lexi frowned. “No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. See?” She picked up a cookie and took a bite. “Mmmm. Delicious.”
Lexi waited to see if her mother would actually swallow the carb-laden dessert. She was stunned when her mother did. Smiling, Lexi said, “You don’t have to eat the rest of it. I appreciate the one bite.”
Laughing, her mother came around the side of the island and gave her a hug. “Lexington,” she said carefully, “I know your father and I haven’t always been the best of parents, but we do love you. This thing between us? Well…your father and I aren’t good at letting things go. We’re stubborn and mean. I know you want to help but try not to get in the middle of it.”
“If I don’t, we’ll all end up in the papers again.” Lexi shot a quick, meaningful glance her mother’s way. “You know how I ha
te that. I can’t stand having the gossip blogs and tabloids talking about us and digging into our lives.” She cringed at the very thought of going through that again, especially now that she had a relationship to protect. “When you and Dad went crazy the last time, I had to leave the country to get peace and privacy. I just…I can’t go through that again.”
Her mother swallowed hard. “I know, darling. I know.”
Lexi hoped she really did understand. She wasn’t joking. She seriously couldn’t survive the nightmare of a press and paparazzi intrusion again. There was a reason she lived a quiet life away from the major metropolitan centers and their nosy ass bloggers and journalists. She wouldn’t put Frank and Tom in that position either. It would spell the end of their relationship as a trio.
“Let’s go into town.” Her mother tossed down the cookie. “We’ll hit up some of those shops on Main Street and grab some takeout at one of the restaurants. There’s no need for you to spend your entire vacation in the kitchen.”
Lexi liked the idea of spending time with her mother. She wondered if Ramon would be tagging along. “Just the two of us?”
“Just the two of us.”
“Great. Oh! Let me run to the laundry room and get some towels and sheets first.”
“Why?”
“Allie said that their room is out of towels. She wants clean sheets, too.”
“Then let her change them herself. This isn’t a hotel.”
Lexi couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of that statement. Her mother had treated the lake house like a hotel and Lexi like her maid since the moment she’d stepped foot inside the front door. “Okay. I’m sure she can find the laundry room.”
“You’re damn right she can.”
Smiling and shaking her head, Lexi trailed her mother out of the kitchen. This was going to be an interesting afternoon. “Let me pop out and find the guys. They’ll worry if they can’t find me.”
“I’ll grab my purse and meet you in the garage. You’re driving.”
