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

by Lolita Lopez

  Frank sauntered over to the side of the desk and tugged down the front of her v-neck top. He pulled down the cups of her bra and bared her breasts. She saw the gleam of appreciation in his eyes. The man loved her breasts. He particularly enjoyed adorning her with those deliciously evil clips and clothespins he kept in the playroom.

  “Ah!” Lexi groaned as Frank pinched her left nipple. There was nothing gentle about it. Yet she loved it so much. Her clit pulsed with ever pinch and pull. Frank rolled the pink peak between his fingers before bending down to lick the tender flesh. She sighed and lifted her shoulders, pressing up against his mouth.

  Down below, Tom finally released her inner thigh and peppered kisses up and down her thighs. He grasped her panties and slid a hand under her bottom. He used his strength to manipulate her body just the way he needed to remove her undies. They were discarded over his shoulder. Lexi trembled as she waited for that one thing she loved most. “Tom!”

  Head thrown back, Lexi enjoyed the wicked intrusion of Tom’s tongue as it parted the dewy lips of her sex. He drew circles around her clit and traced her labia before dipping his tongue inside her. She broke out in goose bumps as Tom tongue-fucked her pussy. His tongue thrust inside her at a leisurely pace. He made hungry sounds as he feasted on her. When his tongue returned to her clit, she saw stars. “Lick me,” she begged. “Oh! More. More, Tom!”

  He chuckled against her pussy but did exactly as she asked. Frank’s mouth moved from nipple to nipple. He sucked hard and bit down on the fleshy peaks. Blood rushed to the supple flesh as her arousal skyrocketed. Frank knew just how to achieve that perfect balance of pleasure and pain. Her lower belly clenched and released as her climax neared. “I’m coming. I’m—ah!”

  She held tight to Frank’s arm and caressed Tom’s head as she rode that roller coaster of wild ecstasy. She was still shaking with the tremors of her climax when Tom stood. He wiped his mouth and chin on the back of his hand and smothered her with kisses. His hard cock jutted against her belly, the thick shaft trapped by his shorts. He tilted his head and pressed his lips to Frank’s mouth. Lexi watched the two men she loved trade sexy kisses.

  When Tom pulled back, he smiled at Frank and touched his lips to the other man’s jaw. Standing straight, Tom freed his monster cock and stroked the long length. He pushed the ruddy head through the folds of her pussy and rubbed circles around her clit. She groaned and wiggled against his dick. “Fuck me, Tom. I need you inside me.”

  “Gladly,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He lined up to Lexi’s entrance and slowly penetrated her. He took his time and together they savored that first spark of connection. Beside her, Frank lowered the waist of his shorts and freed his erection. He fisted the weeping head, his skin glistening with pre-cum, and directed it toward her mouth. She couldn’t get close enough so Tom grasped her by the waist and scooted her toward the edge of the desk. His cock stayed buried to the hilt inside her. Frank painted her lips with the wet tip of his erection. She flicked her tongue against the slit there and welcomed him inside the wet heat of her mouth. He growled and pumped his lips.

  Soon, both men were thrusting inside her. Lexi lost herself in the decadence of it all. There was something so wildly luscious about having two men ravishing her body. Four hands caressed and stroked her flesh. Two cocks stretched her wide, one pounding into the silken depths of her pussy, the other gliding across her tongue again and again. She ached with need.

  Both men found ways to drive her closer and closer to the edge. Frank resumed his nipple torture. He plucked and squeezed until her shoulders were lifting off the table. The sharp sensation traveled straight to her swollen clit. Tom’s thumb moved side to side over the pink kernel. In no time at all, she clutched at her two lovers and vibrated with excitement.

  It was the splash of Frank’s hot cum on her tongue that sent her over the edge. She cried out around the fat cock in her mouth and undulated atop the desk. Tom thrust so fast the sturdy piece of furniture shook beneath her. He finally slammed deep and jerked as his balls emptied. “Lexi.”

  Her name escaped his lips on a rapturous sigh. He sagged over her, his forehead touching her shoulder. Frank draped across Tom’s back. Tom’s fingers interlaced with hers. Frank petted her side and placed soft kisses on Tom’s bare back. Eventually, they all found the strength to move again, Frank pulling away first and Tom second. He helped her into a sitting position on the desk while Frank ducked into the small private bathroom attached to his office. He returned with wet paper towels in one hand and dry ones in the other. They made quick work of cleaning up and fixing their clothing.

  Frank dropped into his chair and snatched Lexi around the waist. She let him drag her onto his lap and nuzzled up against hard chest. She inhaled his familiar woodsy scent and kissed his cheek. Frank smiled at her and pressed his lips to her temple. “You’re amazing.”

  She laughed. “I try.”

  Tom hopped onto Frank’s desk and nudged her leg with his shoe. “That was pretty hot.”

  She grinned at him. He had that sated, sleepy look on his face. Knowing Tom, he probably wanted nothing more than a sandwich and a bed. Unfortunately, reality seemed to intrude on his thoughts. He sobered quickly and held Frank’s gaze. “This isn’t settled, is it?”

  Lexi glanced between her men. She wondered if they were going to start arguing. Frank surprised her by standing with her in his arms and motioning toward the door. He silently indicated it was time to leave for the night. He bent down and pecked Tom’s forehead. “Not by a long shot.”

  Chapter Two

  Almost a week later, Lexi woke to the sensation of the bed sheet tugging at her waist. Annoyed and confused, she rolled onto her back and discovered Frank muttering in his sleep and kicking his leg. Her annoyance fled as a smile touched her lips. He had the oddest sleeping habits. She’d always expected Tom to be the one with nightmares and vivid dreams because of his military background and all those awful tours he’d spent in war zones. But, no, it was Frank who kicked and swatted in his sleep.

  She sat up and tucked the sheet around him the way he liked, securing him in its cotton cocoon. Her lips ghosted across his forehead. He settled down and fell back asleep. Lexi glanced at the clock and groaned. It was only ten minutes after five. Unlike Frank and Tom, she couldn’t go right back to sleep. Once she was awake, she was awake.

  She glanced on the other side of her and noticed Tom’s spot empty. The sheets were cool to the touch. He’d been up for some time. She slid out of bed, grabbed his t-shirt off the comfy reading chair and slipped into it. She left her bedroom and traveled down the hallway toward the main living area of her house. She followed the noises coming from the kitchen across the living room and dining room and found Tom at the granite island putting together his big water bottle that he took on his runs.

  “Hey, sugar.” He finished emptying the packet of flavored vitamin powder into the bottle and snapped the bottle shut. He gave it a wild shake, his big muscles flexing and enticing her.

  “You get enough sleep?” She sidled up close to his side and rose on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I worry about you getting enough rest.”

  Tom put down the bottle and slid an arm around her waist. He nuzzled their noses together. “You worry too much, Lexi.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She touched his hard chest and nipped at his jaw. “I love you. That’s what people do when they’re in love.”

  “You know what else people do when they’re in love?” Tom grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her onto the counter.

  She giggled. “Oh, I have a pretty good feeling.”

  Insinuating himself between her thighs, Tom cupped the back of her neck and gazed into her eyes. “God, you’re so beautiful in the morning.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” She grazed her lips along the rough stubble on his square jaw. His big paws followed the curves of her body, setting her skin alight. She arched against him. “How long before your traine
r gets here?”

  “Ten minutes, fifteen if we’re lucky,” Tom murmured against her lips.

  “Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.” Lexi claimed his mouth and slid her arms around his shoulders. His hands caressed her body as their tongues mated in a sensual dance. When his fingertips trailed along her inner thigh, she shivered. He placed his other hand along the back of her head and guided her down to the granite countertop. He pressed the t-shirt up around her neck and bared her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipples while his fingers gently probed her sex. She sighed and clutched at his shoulders. “Tom.”

  He groaned against her belly. His tongue dipped inside her navel. His two fingers thrust slowly in and out of her pussy. He coaxed that slick nectar from deep within her core. She lifted her hips to meet his leisurely thrusting digits and milked every ounce of sensation from the wicked penetration. Any other morning, Tom would have tortured her by adding his tongue to the mix but they didn’t have the luxury of time today.

  Instead, he removed his fingers and pulled her to the edge of the countertop. Her fleshy cheeks hung over the edge as he yanked down the front of his shorts and grasped his throbbing hard cock. He angled his hips just so and plunged deep in her wet pussy. Lexi’s shoulders came up off the counter and she gasped. He grasped her waist and took her hard and fast. Her fingernails grazed his forearms as she searched for something to hold onto amid her cries of passion.

  “Love this pussy,” he growled. “Love fucking you first thing in the morning.”

  She shuddered at his dirty words. Tom knew how much she liked all that filthy talk and used it to his advantage. Wanting to come with him, she reached down and strummed her clit. The pink pearl responded so quickly to her flicking fingers. In no time at all, she was clenching her thighs around Tom’s trim waist and pressing her heels into that taut, fine ass of his. She urged him deeper. “Harder, Tom! Oh! Oh. Fuck!”

  With a strangled groan, Lexi climaxed. Her pussy clamped down around his shaft. Tom picked up his speed and pounded into her until she thought she just might die. It hovered on the verge of too much—but, oh god, did she love it! Tom rarely lost control with her.

  “Lexi! Lexi!” He repeated her name as he chased his own climax. He drove so deep and hard that her butt squealed as it slid an inch or so across the granite. He lifted up on his toes and fell over her as his hips jerked and he filled her with his seed. She clutched at his shoulders and held him close as he was rocked by the ecstasy of the moment.

  All too soon, it ended. His cell phone began to vibrate across the countertop. Lexi stuck her tongue out at the annoying object. With a loud sigh, Tom straightened and carefully pulled free from her body. He planted a loving kiss on her belly before heading to the drawer where she kept hand towels. He tidied up himself and then her and picked up his phone to read the text message. “Jacko’s at the gate house.”

  Lexi accepted Tom’s offered hand and let him pull her into a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the edge of the island as she pulled down Tom’s too-big shirt. It still surprised her that a girl her size had found a big, hunky boyfriend who wore shirts that engulfed her larger frame. “Don’t worry about moving your SUV from behind my car. I’m not going into the boutique today.” Tom had been catching a ride with Jacko to the gym and then catching another one home with Frank. There was no need to play musical cars in the driveway if she wasn’t leaving.

  “No?” Tom strapped on his watch.

  “I’m going to work out back,” she said, motioning toward the window with a view of her private shop where she often designed her upscale jewelry. “I’ve got those orders to fill from our trip to the lake house.”

  “Oh, right.” He nodded. “You think that consignment deal will work out okay?”

  She shrugged. “No idea. There’s a ton of traffic in that town but I’m not so sure about high-end jewelry shoppers. Either way, it’s a good experiment.”

  “Agreed.” He placed his keys on the countertop. “Just in case you need to go run an errand or something.” Tom kissed her tenderly. “You make me want to crawl back in bed with you and Frank.”

  “I won’t tempt you by begging you to come back and snuggle with me.” Lexi brushed her knuckles along his jaw. “I know how important it is for you to train.”

  Something flickered in Tom’s gaze. “It means a lot to me to hear you say that.”

  Lexi rubbed his brawny arms. She followed the inky curl of one of his tattoos. Her fingertips danced over one of the many scars of war time his body bore. “I don’t like the idea of you getting hurt but I get why you’re doing this for your friend, Tom.” She lifted her gaze to his. “I know how important loyalty is to you.”

  “But?” The corners of his mouth twitched.

  “But I get where Frank is coming from, too. You made him a promise. That’s a big fucking deal, Tom. When two people who love one another discuss an important issue and come to an agreement, reneging on that deal skates uncomfortably close to betrayal,” she explained. “I think Frank is really hurt.” She cupped his jaw. “He loves you, Tom. He’s loved you for so long. He wants you safe. Stepping into this cage to fight four times in a couple of days?” She shook her head. “You’ve got to admit that’s kind of crazy.”

  “That’s the sport,” Tom replied.

  She couldn’t argue that point. “You want to get together for lunch?”

  Tom seemed glad to change the subject. “Sure. Are you inviting Frank?”

  She frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Because for the last five days, we’ve been arguing over every little thing? I don’t want to spend another meal walking on eggshells around him.”

  Lexi felt torn. “I don’t want to hurt Frank’s feelings.”

  “Then don’t worry about inviting me.” Tom picked up his water bottle and phone. “I’ve got to split.”

  “Hey!” Lexi hopped off the counter and followed him to the doorway of the kitchen. “You don’t get to just say something like that and walk away, Tom.”

  He exhaled loudly and put a hand on the door frame. “You’re right. It’s not fair to you.”

  “No, it’s not. I warned you two. I’m not going to be the ping pong ball you bat back and forth.”

  Tom considered her for a moment. “What if we do lunch and then the two of you have dinner? That way we both get a private meal with you and there’s no fighting.”

  Lexi reluctantly agreed. “All right.”

  Tom bent down and captured her mouth. “I love you, Lexi. I need you to know how much it means to me to have you in my corner, supporting me.”

  “I know,” she assured him. “I really do.”

  Tom motioned to the doorway. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you when I get back.”

  Lexi watched him leave. Her chest felt unnaturally tight. Since that night she’d discovered Tom and Frank arguing in the office, things around the house had been tense. She didn’t know how to help the situation. Both men had valid points but seemed unwilling to compromise.

  “You shouldn’t be encouraging him like that.”

  Lexi’s head snapped up at the sound of Frank’s voice. He loomed in the opposite doorway of the kitchen. He’d pulled on a pair of boxer briefs but his hair was unkempt and messy. She liked that look on him. He always looked so polished and professional. The just-rolled-out-of-bed look was sexy.

  But the frown on his face definitely wasn’t.

  “Don’t do that, Frank,” Lexi warned. “We’ve talked about this. I’m not picking sides.”

  “You sure about that?” Frank took a step into the kitchen and gestured to the island. “Because from where I’m standing, it sure as hell looked like you were taking Tom’s side.”

  “Don’t be like that, Frank. Jealousy isn’t a good look for you.”

  “Jealousy?” He seemed incredulous. “Is that what you think this is? Jesus, Lexi, I’m trying to save Tom’s life, and you’re playing games?”

  “Playing games?
” Anger bubbled in the pit of her stomach and she tried to maintain control. “I’m trying to be a good girlfriend, Frank. I’m trying to support both of you.”

  “Well you’re failing,” Frank shot back.

  Lexi started to snap at him but bit her tongue. She took a moment to study Frank, to really look at him, and saw how hard he was trying to hide his fear. Aching for him, she crossed the short distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist. He stiffened but didn’t pull away. “Talk to me, Frank. Don’t push me away.” She titled her head. “We’ve had this dance before remember? In a kitchen just like this one.”

  Frank grimaced at the awful memory of their Cinco de Mayo blowup in the lake house kitchen. “God, you weren’t kidding about throwing that back at me whenever it suited you.”

  She smiled sadly. “I’m trying to get you to open up to me, Frank. If I have to play dirty, then so be it. Why do you always act like such a jerk when you’re scared?”

  Frank’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He slid his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly to his chest. “I don’t know. Self-preservation maybe? It’s easier to lash out and send people scurrying than to let them see me so raw and vulnerable.”

  “You don’t have to be that way with me.” She kissed his neck. “I’m not going to judge you for showing a little emotion now and then. It’s not a weakness, Frank. If anything, your capacity to love and care for us is one of the reasons I love you so much.” She pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss. “Tom and I haven’t exactly had a wealth of love and concern in our lives. It’s nice to have you looking out for us.”

  Frank buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply. “I love taking care of you and Tom. It makes me happier than you could ever imagine.” He caressed her back. “I’m terrified, Lexi.”

  His words made her belly flip-flop. “Of?”

  “Tom dying.”

  His answer was like a sucker punch to the gut. “Why would you even think that?”

  Frank pulled away slowly and squeezed her shoulder. “Have you ever heard of Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy?”