Breaking Point [Sunset Point] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Susan Hayes

  “Not to worry, querida. If there’s an emergency, dispatch will radio us, and so long as you don’t scream, no one is going to know we’re taking a little break from the case.”

  “But…cupcakes!” she protested again, but then Diego had her in his arms and nothing else mattered but the heated touch of his lips on hers as he hauled her up against his chest.

  She heard sounds behind her, the swish of papers and a crash like something had just hit the floor hard, but she couldn’t turn her head to look without breaking the kiss, and there was just no way she was going to do that voluntarily.

  Her fingers curled into the crisp fabric of Diego’s shirt and started to unbutton it until his hand clasped over hers, stopping her as he lifted his head just enough to be able to speak. “I’m afraid the only one getting naked here is you. If we have to take off on a call there’s no way I’m going out of here shirtless, the lieutenant would have our asses and then the chief would hand us our heads.”

  “She looks good enough to eat, doesn’t she?” There was a note of mischief in Beau’s voice that put Lexa on alert, but she wasn’t quick enough. Diego’s arms tightened around her and then Beau was crouching down to grab her by the ankles, and the room went topsy-turvy as they lifted her together and laid her out on Beau’s desk. Now she knew what the noise had been. While she’d been kissing Dig, Beau had been clearing off his desktop.

  “This is getting more unfair by the second, I’m not sure I’m ever going to bring you two bullies cupcakes ever again if this is the way you’re going to treat me.”

  “Trust us, sweetling, we’re going to treat you right. You just lie back and relax, we got this.”

  “What you got, Bo-bo, is an annoyed girlfriend sprawled on your desk. You better come up with a good reason for me to stay here or I’m going to go give the rest of that box of cupcakes to Hattie!”

  She waited for an answer, but both men were oddly silent and she finally sat up so she could look at them. They were both staring at her with the goofiest smiles she’d ever seen. “What?” she demanded.

  “You said you were our girlfriend.” Diego’s grin widened and Beau nodded.

  “Yes, you did.”

  “Well, I am, aren’t I?” Lexa’s heart started pounding against her ribs and she crossed her arms over her chest, ready to bolt out the door. She hadn’t meant to say that, it had just flown out of her mouth. She had intended to do this tomorrow, when they were all out on the Fox’s Fancy together and hopefully had all enjoyed at least a glass of wine, or in her case three or four.

  “Yes, you are.” Beau spoke first, his voice almost reverent as he moved to her side and leaned down to kiss her. His kiss was sweet, soft, and tender, a silent claiming that left Lexa with no doubt that he cared for her far more than she dared to hope for.

  As he backed away Diego took his place, his kiss just as gentle and sweet as Beau’s had been. “You’re ours, querida. In every way there is. I’m glad you’re starting to accept that.”

  Irritation warred with amusement in Lexa’s heart, and amusement won. She laughed softly and reached up to touch Diego’s cheek. “You really can’t help it, can you? You just have to be a pushy ass, even at a time like this.”

  “When it comes to you, I have no patience. I waited too long to have you in my arms. Now I’m tired of waiting.” Lust flared in Diego’s eyes and he leaned in to nip at her lower lip while Beau started undoing her pants and tugging them down over her hips. She wriggled and lifted her hips and then her arms as both men set about undressing her, making quick work of it so that she was flat on her back and completely naked before she really had time to question her sanity in going along with their plan.

  The desktop was cool against her skin and she could feel every groove and notch where it pressed into her back and legs. Something was poking her in the back and she reached down to grab the offending object. She laughingly handed the pen she found to Beau. “You missed this.”

  “Sorry.” He gave her a sheepish smile before tossing it blindly behind him and settled his hands around her ankles, tugging her down the length of the desk. “I was in a bit of a rush.”

  “You’re still in a rush, lover boy. Both of you are.”

  “Guilty as charged,” Beau admitted as he eased her lower legs over the edge of the desk so they dangled. “But that’s about to change. I plan on eating my dessert nice and slow.”

  “If you think I’m going to lie here while you two eat all the cupcakes you are sorely mistaken.” Lexa started to get up again, but Diego pressed a hand to her chest and stopped her from moving.

  “You are dessert. Now lie still, little cupcake, and let us frost you.”

  “Wha—” Something cool and thick was brushed over the lips of her pussy and Lexa stopped talking, all her attention riveted on Beau’s fingers as he stroked her labia. She lifted her head and saw Beau staring down at her sex, a partially eaten cupcake in one hand.

  Diego’s approach was more direct, and she had to bite back a moan as he simply pressed one of the cupcakes against her breast, transferring the frosting to her skin. Her nipples puckered the instant the cool icing touched them, and the scent of sugar and coconut ticked her nose when she drew in a deep, shuddering breath.

  “Close your eyes,” Diego instructed her and she did so, focusing on her other senses instead of just her sight. Something brushed against her lips and she parted them, letting the tip of her tongue dart out to taste the dab of frosting she found at the corner of her mouth. Beau’s fingers slipped between her folds and cool air hit her overheated skin when he parted the lips of her pussy, exposing her clit.

  “Now that is the sweetest treat I have ever seen,” he groaned and then his tongue was lapping at the frosting, flicking over and around her clit as he devoured her. Every touch of Beau’s mouth sent molten pleasure flowing through her body and she tried to arch herself against his lips, craving more, but her legs were dangling and his hands were on her thighs, keeping her legs parted and she couldn’t get the leverage she needed to move.

  She growled in need and frustration, only to nearly come up off the table altogether as Diego suckled one icing covered breast into the furnace-like heat of his mouth.

  They had been quick studies, and now Lexa found herself being touched and stroked with deadly precision. Every move her lovers made was intended to ratchet her need high and push her closer to orgasm. Beau eased two fingers into her sopping pussy and curved them upward until his fingertips brushed over her G-spot. That one touch sent her senses spinning and her pussy clenching tight around his fingers. Sensing her control was slipping, Diego nipped the pebbled nub of her nipple sharply and then released it before dropping his head to her other breast and attacking it with the same hunger as the first.

  Beau laved and nibbled at her swollen clit, his fingers tapping out a relentless tempo deep inside her channel. The onslaught of sensation became more than she could bear and a wave of pleasure crested and then crashed over her, sending her into mind-searing release. Her nails raked the desktop and her entire body shuddered as she lost herself in bliss, barely managing to hold back her ecstatic cries.

  “Nothing in the world is as beautiful as watching you come,” Diego whispered as he released his mouth from her breast and moved to kiss her. “I want to see you do that again, with Beau’s cock inside you, and then mine. You’re not getting off that desk until you’ve shown us that glorious display at least two more times.”

  “Still pushy,” Lexa opened her eyes and grinned up at Diego and then at Beau. “Good thing I think it’s sexy as hell right now.”

  “You’re going to regret telling him that,” Beau warned, already tearing open the fly on his pants in his eagerness to be inside her. When he flipped open his wallet and pulled out a condom Lexa laughed. “You always carry one of those around in your wallet in hopes of getting lucky?”

  “Sweetling, since you came back we’ve started stashing rubbers everywhere. There is no way we ever want to be wi
thout if there’s a chance of getting you naked.”

  “How romantic…I think.”

  Warm lips brushed over the curve of her ear. “You’re the only woman who has ever made us so crazy we jumped her at the office. Hell, you’re the only woman Hattie has ever let past the front desk. She knew you were special.”

  She turned her head and kissed Diego’s cheek. He tasted of coconut and sugar and an underlying spice that was part of his own personal flavor. “You taste good.”

  The thick head of Beau’s dick pressed against her entrance and she heard Beau groan with pleasure as he eased himself inside. “You feel like heaven, cher. Diego, you’re going to want to help her stay on the desk because there’s no way this one is going to be slow or easy.” He winked at Lexa and rocked his hips into hers, driving himself in deeper. “You better hang on tight.”

  “Hang on to what?” Lexa asked, but Diego was already moving. He lifted her legs and then slid an arm under her knees, gently drawing her legs up toward her chest and holding them in place. His other arm settled under her head acting as a pillow.

  “Fuck, she just got so tight it’s like a vise around my dick.” Beau’s voice came out as more of a strangled groan and he started grinding his body against hers so that his balls brushed her ass and her clit was pressed up against his pubic bone. Sparks sizzled in her veins as her inner muscles pulsed, gripping him even harder.

  “Stop talking and fuck me!” she demanded, her need now overwhelming every other thought. She didn’t care who heard them, didn’t care if the whole damned department walked in right now, she need to come.

  Beau’s face lit up with laughter as he obeyed her order with obvious pleasure. “As the lady wishes.” After that it was all Lexa could do to hang on, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as Beau took her harder and faster than he had ever done before. Gone was the playful lover who teased and took his time and in his place was a man giving free rein to his passion.

  Beau’s hands grabbed her hips and leaned back, opening the angle between their bodies and making Lexa’s blood sing as the exquisite friction between them grew hotter. She moaned loudly and Diego sealed her mouth with a kiss, muffling her cries.

  Cradled in Diego’s arms and unable to do anything but submit to Beau’s need, Lexa let everything go, dropping every wall and banishing every doubt as she gave herself over to her two lovers. The cramped office was filled with the wet sounds of lovemaking, accompanied by a scraping sound as Beau fucked her hard enough the entire desk began to move across the floor. Every nerve flared hot as her release started to bloom, flaring out from her core like a blossom of pure flame.

  Diego’s tongue tangled with hers, thrusting in and out of her mouth in slow counterpoint to Beau’s breakneck tempo, and then her world exploded into bliss as Beau reached between them and pinched her clitoris as he began to come. She felt his cock pulse and twitch inside her and she tightened her pussy around him, milking him for every drop and prolonging her own orgasm.

  As he thrust into her one final time, there was a splintering crack of wood giving way and then she started to fall, only to be caught by Diego. Beau pulled out of her just as something crashed to the floor, and then Diego was laughing and she could hear Beau cursing up a storm.

  “Shit! Goddamn that’s going to be hard to explain.”

  Lexa got her bearings and opened her eyes to find that Beau’s ancient desk was sitting at a sad angle, looking the worse for wear. Two of the legs had sheared off, and Lexa clapped a hand to her mouth as she started to giggle.

  Beau started to laugh along with them as he zipped himself back into his pants. “Please tell me the cupcakes survived that.”

  “They’re fine.” Diego was still laughing as he pointed to the box sitting safe and sound on his desk. “I moved them earlier. I don’t know whether to be impressed or horrified you fucked our girl so hard you broke the furniture.”

  “Be impressed, I sure the hell was,” Lexa said with a snicker and then squirmed in Diego’s arms, trying to get him to release her. “It’s a shame though, it looks like you’re just going to have to wait for your turn, Dig, unless you want to risk breaking your desk, too?”

  “Who needs a desk?” Diego’s voice dropped to a deep rumble as he dropped his head to brush his lips against hers. “I promised you we weren’t going to stop until you’d come three times, querida, and I never break my word.”

  “Show off,” Beau muttered and took a seat behind his broken desk, another cupcake in his hand. “This I gotta see.”

  “I suggest you take detailed notes,” Diego shot back as he set Lexa down to stand on her own two feet. “You, don’t go anywhere,” he told her, his dark eyes fiery with lust and a hint of laughter. He leaned down and kissed her, his mouth slanting over hers as he unzipped his pants, the back of his hands grazing her naked skin. She belatedly realized he’d managed to get a condom ready some time before because within seconds his cock was sheathed in latex and she found herself being guided backward until her back was pressed up against the office door.

  Diego lifted her arms and draped them over his shoulders, never breaking their kiss as he reached down and palmed the globes of her ass, lifting her until her legs could wrap around his waist and his cock was trapped between them, hard as iron and so hot she could feel the heat of him even through the condom. She held on with one arm and cradled the back of his head with her free hand, drawing his head down to hers as she ran her tongue along the underside of his lower lip.

  “Need you,” he whispered the words into her mouth and raised her up high enough he could move into position. The tip of his cock rubbed back and forth along her clit as she shifted herself into the perfect position and then he was lowering her down onto his shaft, filling her inch by inch as he speared his tongue into her mouth and claimed her for his own. He used his upper body to keep her pinned against the door so that her breasts were crushed up against the fabric of his shirt. The fibers rubbed at her sensitive nipples, sending tiny jolts of pleasure/pain straight to her clit.

  Strong hands cupped her ass, holding her securely as he drew back and then drove deep inside her again. Her soft cries blended with his raw growl of need and Lexa’s fingers curved, sinking her nails into the soft skin of his neck. She tightened her legs around his waist and gasped as he started moving faster, his pace uneven and wild as a feral light came into his eyes and he took her with short, hard thrusts that made her pussy gush and her inner walls squeeze tightly around his cock.

  The door rattled and jumped on its hinges and Lexa threw out an arm to stop it, letting go of Diego’s neck to grip the doorframe. It worked to a point but she was too far gone in her passion to truly worry about it. Her focus was on Diego and the joining of their bodies, his mouth on hers and his arms holding her close. As his cock rubbed against her clit she started to come apart again and a part of her was amazed that she could.

  Only with these two men had she ever found such pleasure, and as her release bloomed it sent tendrils of bliss and contentment to envelop her from head to toe, with a few warm bands circling her heart. She barely heard the creak of wood giving way, and it was only after her head had slumped onto Diego’s shoulder that she realized she’d managed to pull part of the doorframe loose from the wall.

  “Oops.” She let go of the frame and shook her fingers to get the blood flowing again.

  “Oops what?” Diego gave her a dazed smile, his eyes warm and full of contentment and something deeper. For one heartbeat and then another Lexa just stared into his eyes, feeling something she hadn’t experienced in what seemed like a lifetime of waiting. Love. Not ready to say the words, she turned her head and nodded to the askew part of the doorframe.

  “Oops, that. I think I broke your door a little.”

  “We are going to have some serious lying to do to explain what the hell happened in here today,” Beau said and grinned at them from his chair. “But for now, I think you should let our girl get dressed. I saved you both a cupca
ke, but if you take too long I’m going to eat them all. They’re my favorite. How’d you know?”

  “I didn’t,” Lexa answered as Diego eased her down to the ground and she tested her still shaky legs. “I got them because of the name, Sex on the Beach. They reminded me of the night we all met up again.”

  “They have a name?” Beau looked surprised. “I had no idea.”

  “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Lexa managed to get dressed again, picking icing out of her hair the whole time. “You guys have the last two cupcakes without me. I’m afraid I have somewhere I need to be shortly. This was supposed to be a quick visit.”

  “Oh, I’d say it was a quickie all right.” Diego tweaked her braid and grinned. “Where are you off to?”

  “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she declared and gathered up her purse before blowing them both a kiss. “Call me later. I know you’re working late tonight, but I want to hear your voices before I go to sleep.”

  “That we can do, querida. But don’t think we’re going to forget that you’re running off without telling us where you’re going. You’ll pay for that later.”

  “It’s a surprise for tomorrow. You’ll see it then.”

  Lexa blew them another kiss and opened the office door, ducking out before they could say anything more. She knew she was going to ask Dane to do the tattoo today if he had time, and she didn’t want either of her men having a clue what she was up to. Tomorrow she was going to tell them that she was staying, and hopefully the tattoo would help them understand her feelings even if she wasn’t ready to put them into words just yet.

  Chapter 13

  Beau went over his list one more time, whistling to himself as he checked off every item right down to the end. “We’re all packed, you can come out now,” he called out to Diego, who was still in his bedroom despite his assurances he was going to help. When Beau’s taunt went unchallenged, he headed down the hall and knocked on Diego’s half-open door. “You alive in there or am I going to have to call a coroner for you and head out on a romantic cruise with our lady alone?”