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

by Susan Hayes

  “I’d say that was a ten out of ten review for the new toy,” Diego said, his voice rich with laughter as he stroked a hand over the curve of her ass. He flicked the remote again and the vibrations finally stopped.

  “Smug bastard is not a good look for you,” Lexa grumbled as she slowly came back to her senses.

  “Screaming sex goddess is a damn good look for you though, cher. I think I need to see that one again.” Beau was grinning up at her as his fingers reached up to cup her cheek. “You ready for round two?”

  “Only if round two involves both of you and no more surprise remote control objects.”

  “You hear that, Diego? She wants us both.”

  “Then that’s what she will have.” Diego eased the plug out of her body and set it aside before leaning in to kiss her soft and slow. When his lips left hers he whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time. It’s time we made you ours in every sense of the word.”

  “Ours,” Beau echoed and lifted his head to kiss her as well and Lexa took a moment to appreciate the subtle differences between her lovers. Diego’s lips were fuller, and he tasted of musk, while Beau liked to nip at her mouth as he kissed her and his flavor was sweeter, like spiced honey.

  Both men helped ease her back down Beau’s naked body until she was seated astride his hips with his cock pressed along the seam of her pussy. Despite having just had one of the best orgasms of her life, the feel of his dick between her legs was enough to rev her engines again. She braced her arms on either side of his head and leaned down to kiss him again as she ground their bodies together in a slow figure eight that sent shimmers of heat coursing over her skin.

  Diego’s hands never left her body, caressing and smoothing their way down her body all the way to the soles of her feet before reversing and travelling the same path back up to her shoulders. Beau’s fingers toyed with her breasts, kneading and stroking until a sense of euphoria came over her and she felt light as a feather. She finished another rotation of her hips and took Beau’s cock inside her in one fluent move that had him groaning and arching high off the bed, lifting her with him.

  His cock pulsed and thickened even more inside her and she gripped tight as he filled her completely. He groaned into her mouth and a sense of completion came over her, an inarguable rightness that seemed to bind their souls as tightly as their bodies. Tears stung Lexa’s eyes as she let go of every fear and doubt and threw herself into the warmth and light of the love she was being offered.

  She barely felt Diego move into place behind her and even the cool touch of the lube against her overheated skin was a distant thing. Lexa felt like she was floating, and as Diego murmured a soft word of warning she simply pushed back against the crown of his cock, needing him inside her. The small bite of pain that came as he pressed himself past the tight ring of muscle made her whimper against Beau’s lips. Beau immediately released her breasts to wrap his arms around her, kissing her over and over while Diego carefully eased himself deeper.

  “Holy hell, woman.” Diego groaned when she deliberately pushed herself against him again, driving his cock farther into her ass. “I’m trying to be gentle.”

  Lexa lifted her head, breaking her kiss with Beau to glance back over her shoulder to see Diego, his dark brown eyes nearly glowing with lust. “Don’t be gentle. Either of you. I need you both to take me now and make us whole. Please? I want to belong to both of you.”

  “You already do, querida. You’re ours.”

  “And we don’t let go of what’s ours, not ever,” Beau whispered and lifted his head off the bed to brush his mouth over her tears.

  Diego’s hands tightened on her hips and she felt a dark thrill chase up her spine as he drew her back against him until he was buried so deep there was no space between them. “Fuck, that’s good.” He groaned as she flexed her body around both their cocks. She felt impossibly full, held fast between the two men she loved with all her heart. The sense of connection returned, even stronger this time and Lexa closed her eyes, letting it flow through her like a river of light.

  First Beau moved and then Diego, and they gradually built up a rhythm between them. Each time one of them moved, sparkling shards of bliss bloomed deep in Lexa’s womb and she could do nothing but give herself over to their lovemaking.

  They were forceful but never rough, and every stroke brought her closer to the brink of release. She muffled her cries against Beau’s mouth, their tongues dancing and lips mated as tightly as their bodies. Diego curved his body over hers, so close that his breath fanned across her back with each drawn out groan.

  “So perfect,” he murmured and Beau growled in agreement as he wrapped her hair around his hand and tugged her head back, breaking their kiss.

  “Incredible,” Beau agreed, his aquamarine eyes gleaming with an inner fire. “Say it again, sweetling. I need to hear you say the words.”

  “I love you both.” She struggled to think past the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. “I’m just sorry I didn’t come home sooner.” She twisted herself around to look back at Diego and smiled as more tears of happiness spilled down her cheeks. “This is where I belong.”

  “You belong right here, between us,” Diego agreed. “I’m glad you came home, querida.” He drove his hips into her harder and both men groaned in unison. Beau arched upwards and the two began a breathtaking game of give-and-take that stole Lexa’s mind and had her pinned against Beau’s chest as they finally gave in to their need and fucked her without restraint.

  Her orgasm flared hot and rippled outward and her body convulsed around theirs, milking their cocks as she wailed and shuddered through a climax that seemed to go on and on. Both men joined her within a few jerky strokes, first Diego and then Beau, adding their voices to hers as they climaxed. An unfamiliar heat filled her and somewhere past the pleasure-induced fog that clouded her brain, a kernel of a thought started to form. Something was different. Better, closer…When the answer came she cursed and banged her head lightly against Beau’s chest.

  “What’s wrong?” Diego asked, the warm bulk of his body pressing her down into Beau.

  In response she flexed her inner muscles. “Does that feel different to you, Beau?” she asked.

  “It was incredible. But different? Maybe a little…fuck!” Beau closed his eyes and groaned. “I’m sorry.”

  “What are we apologizing for?” Diego asked as he gently lifted himself up and off Lexa, easing himself out of her body with care.

  “We’re not. I am. I, uh, went bareback.” Beau cracked an eye up at Lexa. “We’re both clean, though. Our annual physicals were just last month, but if you want to be sure I can get another one done?”

  “If we all got checked, then we could stop using condoms,” Lexa said and both men nodded in enthusiastic agreement. “I’ve never forgotten before, I must have been very distracted.” She grinned down at Beau. “Good job, Mister Rivers, you made me lose my mind completely.”

  “Hey, I helped!” Diego interjected as he sprawled on the far side of the bed and patted the mattress between them. “Credit where credit is due and all that. Come lie down for a while. I want to snuggle with my future wife.”

  Lexa giggled as she eased herself off Beau and flopped onto the bed in a boneless heap between them. “Snuggling is about all I am going to be good for until I’ve caught my breath and had something to eat.”

  “We’ll feed you soon, I promise.” Diego tucked his big body in beside hers and Beau did the same. It was the best feeling in the world, and Lexa closed her eyes, trusting in her lovers to take care of her. It felt good to know that she wasn’t alone any longer. It was a feeling she’d never imagined she’d know again, and it made her love her two men all the more.

  Chapter 15

  Dusk was falling by the time they had the yacht back in her berth, and the three of them were moving slowly because none of them wanted the magic of the afternoon to end. Diego’s eyes strayed time and again to the ring sitting on Lexa’s l
eft hand, and every time it gave him a sense of deep satisfaction. She’d given herself to them today, in word and deed, and he knew that their lives were forever changed because of it. She had been the missing piece of his heart, and now that she was truly his, he finally felt whole.

  They’d lingered over the last few details and when they’d stepped off the yacht and onto the dock, Lexa had slipped her hand into his and then Beau’s before declaring, “Once we reach dry land, no take backs. So you’ve got a few hundred feet left to change your mind and run. After that, you’re stuck with me.”

  “We’re not going anywhere, and neither are you. If you ever disappear on us again I promise we’ll come after you this time.” Diego squeezed her hand.

  “And we won’t stop until we’ve found you,” Beau added.

  “Good.” Her voice broke slightly. “I don’t ever want to lose you two again.”

  They walked in silence up the dock, and as they stepped onto solid ground, all three of them looked at each other and grinned.

  “Well I guess that settles that then,” Lexa laughed, her voice ringing out over the nearly still water of the marina. It blended with the musical cries of the gulls flying overhead and the soft chiming of lines striking empty masts. The night air was soft and smelled of the sea and pitch and a faint trace of Lexa’s spicy perfume. The night sky was deep purple fading quickly to black and they stood on her porch to watch the last sliver of the sun vanish beneath the horizon.

  “And so ends the most amazing day of my life,” Lexa whispered.

  “We’re planning on making tonight pretty memorable, too, sweetling,” Beau murmured and spun her around for a kiss while Diego took the keys from her hand and opened the front door. He carried in the leftover food and headed for the kitchen, knowing Beau and Lexa would follow shortly.

  He was still putting things into the fridge when they appeared, and right away he knew something was off. “What’s wrong?” he asked and in response Beau scowled and held up his cell phone.

  “We need to head back to the office. We’ve got a lead we need to look into.”

  “Now?” For the first time since he got his badge, work wasn’t Diego’s first priority. He wanted to stay with Lexa and celebrate, but the look on Beau’s face told him that it wasn’t going to happen. Beau was already shifting into work mode, and that meant whatever the message had been, it was important.

  “I’m sorry, querida.” He reached for Lexa, tugging her into his arms for a kiss and it occurred to him that she’d agreed to marry them before they’d talked about what it meant to be a cop’s wife, even in a small community like Sunset Point. That was a conversation for another night, but one they’d need to have soon. Being a police officer’s spouse came with its own unique challenges.

  She surprised him when she smiled up at him and said, “It’s all right, Dig. You two go do what you need to and then come back home. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  “Home?” He cocked a brow at her as he processed what she’d said. “Is this home then?”

  “It is now. My home, and if you and Beau agree, it could be our home.”

  “I like the sound of that,” he murmured as a powerful surge of emotion rolled through him. It was made up of love and desire and a protective possessiveness that he knew better than to mention if he didn’t want to get a strip torn off his ass. Lexa wasn’t the sort of woman who’d take kindly to being wrapped in cotton and tucked gently into a gilded cage, and he knew if he tried she’d make him pay for it in a thousand little ways.

  “Me, too,” Beau said. “But this can’t wait. We’ll be back as soon as we can and then we’ll open that bottle of sparkling wine and celebrate.” Beau grinned. “And I get dibs on the recliner in the living room. It’s going to be perfect for watching football games.”

  “Is that your half-assed way of saying you’re moving in?” Lexa asked between bouts of laughter.

  “Was there any doubt?” Beau asked. “You have a four bedroom house with a private pool and ocean views. We have 800 square feet and a view of the apartment across the way.”

  “I guess this means I need to get the pool filled, huh?”

  “Yes!” they answered her together and with a final hug and a kiss headed back to the office, neither of them speaking until they were in the car.

  “So what’s so incredibly important we have to leave our fiancée home alone to go back to work?” Diego grumbled as the lights of the marina vanished behind them.

  “We got a hit on one of the names we ran against the mainland’s database. No details other than one of the names we ran came back as an alias for a known drug trafficker and a suggestion we get back to the office ASAP.”

  Diego was already accessing his voice mail, but the message was the same as Beau’s, no name or details, just a recommendation they get back to the office to follow up on the lead as soon as possible. He checked the time stamp and swore when he realized the voice mail was five hours old. Just their luck that they finally get a break on the case the same day they get Lexa to say yes.

  * * * *

  She finished putting away the food and automatically went to unpack the next bag, then stopped dead as she spotted the contents. Holy hell, did they rob a sex shop? There were several types of lotions and oils in the bag, along with a vibrator still in its packaging and the canister of Honey Dust they’d introduced her to earlier.

  Just the memory of having them paint the sweet, silken powder onto her skin with the feather brush that came with it was enough to make her pulse jump and temperature climb a few degrees.

  She grabbed the entire bag and headed upstairs to the master bedroom. Finders keepers, she was laying claim to the whole kinky kit and caboodle. Once she was upstairs, Lexa opted for a shower and a change of clothes and she even turned down the bed and laid out one of the sexy bits of lacy nothing she’d bought on a whim while at Gaby’s store. When her men got home tonight they’d celebrate, and tomorrow they could start talking wedding plans and closet space.

  When she’d arrived on Sunset Point, it had been with the intention to sell and get out fast, and it was hard to wrap her head around the change in her plans. This place was nothing at all like she had expected, and instead of another set of challenges she’d have to overcome she’d found friends, lovers, and a chance at a life she’d never dared to dream of.

  As she pondered all the changes in her life, she went to the window and stared out at the marina. The docks were all well-lit and even some of the boats were decked out in fairy lights that twined over railings and masts. It was all hers. Her home, her business, and once she’d told Sam she was staying, they’d have to decide how to deal with Simon. She couldn’t work with a manager who thought she wasn’t capable of running the marina, and she was tired of dealing with his sullen behavior ever since she’d made it clear they wouldn’t be dating.

  Thoughts of Simon drew her eye down to the dark windows of the marina’s office, and she remembered that she wanted another look at the records. Now was as good a time as any. Lexa wrote a brief note for the guys telling them she was at the office, slipped her cell phone into the pocket of her jeans, and grabbed her keys. On the way out, she slid the note under the door knocker, knowing the guys would see it if they showed up.

  In less than five minutes she had the marina’s rental ledgers called up and was going over them entry by entry, and just like the last time, she couldn’t find any reference to boats going out late at night. It didn’t make any sense. She closed the program and tugged at her hair in mute frustration as she tried to think of another way to confirm her suspicions.

  The answer came in the form of a small icon on the computer desktop labeled “GPS Tracking.”

  “Huh. Simon never mentioned anything about the boats being outfitted with GPS beacons.” She clicked on the icon and found herself looking at Sunset Point on Google’s mapping software with small, numbered icons showing up in a cluster right where the marina sat.

  “Jackpot!” she cro
wed and started to read the legend to figure out what the various numbers meant. She was so focused on what she was reading she was startled half out of the chair when the door opened, setting off the small warning chime.

  “Lexa? What are you doing here so late?” Simon was standing in the doorway, his arms folded and his tone cooler than she’d ever heard it.

  “Oh, I was just waiting for the guys to get back and I thought I’d spend some more time looking over things here. I have so much to learn still.” She gave him a bright smile even as she lied through her teeth. Something about this whole situation felt off, and she was glad she’d had the presence of mind to lie about why she was in the office after hours.

  “I see.” He let the door close behind him and wandered over to look at the monitor. “Ah, I see you were looking at the GPS tracking system. Rather a slick program isn’t it? We can track every one of our boats with this without ever leaving the office.”

  “You didn’t tell me about this.” Lexa pointed to the screen. “Why not?”

  “Didn’t I? Odd, I thought I had.” Simon shrugged and reached around her to turn off the monitor, and Lexa stiffened in her chair. “I wasn’t done looking at that.”

  “I think you and I need to have a talk.” That cool tone was back in Simon’s voice and Lexa wished there was a way to put more space between them, but he had her hemmed in against the desk, and there was nowhere for her to go.

  “Now? Why are you even here, Simon?” she asked, craning her head to look back at him.

  “I live just down the road a ways. When I saw the lights on I thought I had better check in on things.”

  His answer made sense, but Lexa’s hackles were up and she knew there was more going on here than Simon was admitting. “Well, as you can see, things here are fine. So why don’t we both call it a night. We can talk about whatever it is you want to discuss in the morning.”