Margaritas and Mayhem (Holiday Menage Book 2)

Frank relaxed against the pillows and enjoyed the cool breeze from the overhead ceiling fan wafting across his blazing hot body.
"I saw Ramon in the hall earlier." Frank figured he'd mention it, just in case. "I thought it was kind of weird."

Lexi lifted her head and frowned. "He was headed downstairs? Alone?" Frank nodded. "He didn't have, like, a gun or anything, right?"

Frank's jaw dropped at her question. Tom choked loudly before quickly asking, "Are you serious, Lexi?"

She shrugged one shoulder. "It's not outside the realm of possibilities, right? My mom set my dad's yacht on fire the last time they had a blowout like this."

"Burning a boat is a far cry from putting a gun in her boyfriend's hands and sending him downstairs," Frank pointed out. "I think you're getting a little paranoid, Lexi."

"Maybe," she admitted and snuggled up against Tom again. "But," she said firmly, "there is something…off about Ramon. Allie, too," she added. "Did you notice the way they hardly spoke at dinner? I mean, they went out of their way to not have any contact in the sitting room and then barely made eye contact or spoke during dinner."

Frank thought back to the uncomfortable scene. "I didn't, but I don't think that's odd. The tension in there was awful."

"Yes, and normally, people who are nervous talk too much. Or they try to change the subject. Every time I tried to switch to a conversation topic that wouldn’t cause problems, they refused to engage."

"You know," Tom said carefully, "I did notice the way Allie dropped her silverware when your old man brought up Cozumel and the cruise ship. When I asked if Allie and Ramon had known each other on the ship, I swear Ramon looked like he was about to choke. It was quick, though. I could have misread it."

Frank scratched his jaw. "What are you thinking, Tom? You think Allie and Ramon were closer than shipmates?"

Tom glanced up at him. "Think about how many days those cruise ship employees are out to sea. You really think that one of the poolside bartenders and a showgirl never came into contact? Allie's a beautiful woman. Ramon would have to be blind not to notice her."

"Yeah, well, keep your blinders on," Lexi suggested. "I know that type. She could cause problems for us."

Tom threw his leg over Lexi and rolled up onto his hands. She was trapped beneath his chest. He kissed her long and hard. "Don't even go there," he whispered. "You're the woman we love. You're the sexy piece of ass we want in our bed and between our bodies."

Lexi snorted playfully and pecked Tom's chin. "Boy, you really know how to sweet talk a girl."

"I'm serious, Lexi." Tom caressed her face. "I know you're used to competing for affection from your parents when they bring these new people around but that's not the case with us. There's no competition here, Lexi. Don't even waste the energy on that score, okay?"

She nodded dutifully. Tom kissed her slowly. He sucked on her lower lip and rocked his hips. Her eyes widen as she broke apart from their kiss. "Again? Already?"

Tom chuckled and thrust against her again, no doubt showing her just how fast he could rebound. "What can I say, sugar? This," he took her hand and slipped it between their bodies, "is all you."

Frank watched their interaction with interest. He wasn't as quick to recover as Tom. For now, he'd have to find enjoyment in watching his two loves. Not that he minded playing the role of voyeur, especially if it was an active role.

Tom glanced over, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "You want to direct this scene?"

Frank grinned at Tom's request. He moved one of the pillows a little higher behind his back and got comfortable. "How about a game of Master May I?"

Lexi nodded excitedly. "Oh, yes!"

Frank liked her enthusiasm. She seemed to enjoy the kinky take on the old childhood game. He'd introduced it into their bedroom repertoire a few weeks earlier to rave reviews from Tom and Lexi. It was just silly enough for Tom not to bristle at being dominated and just dominating enough for Lexi to get the submissive kick she liked. "Tom? Would you like to go first?"