Licks and Promises (Texas Threesome Book 2) (4 page)

“Because I am.”
You’re about to become part of the mile-high club.

The wind blasted at them, and Posy gathered her coat tighter about herself.

She deserved a trip to a warm climate if for no other reason than because her gorgeous body shouldn’t be hidden. Alex’s cock throbbed for more of what they’d started in the truck.

“Where are we going?” she asked again. “We only have one coat between the three of us. You have suitcases full of dirty laundry, and I don’t have anything at all.”

Maybe a little hint was in order. Alex glanced at his watch. “If we get through customs quickly, we’ll have time to hit a shop or two.”

“Customs!”
Her peal of delight as she danced around him and Loren was well worth that poker game.

Grinning, Alex met her
gaze while she skipped backward.

“Tell me where we’re going.”

“Nope.” Loren’s tone was as unmovable as the three of their names carved into stone.

Posy continued to pummel them for information, but united, they withstood her pleading looks and p
outy lower lip. If left alone with her, Alex couldn’t have kept the secret.

* * * * *

“Belize!” Posy squealed. She spun and threw her arms around Loren. He plastered her to his front, reveling in her quivering excitement and feeling the stirrings of his own. Her total joy infected him.

She pulled away,
squeeing again as Alex approached, carryon slung over his broad shoulder. “How did you guys get the money for this?”

“Let’s just say Alex got very lucky.”

Alex’s teeth were very white in his tanned face. He drew Posy into his arms and kissed her forehead lightly. “A good surprise, Josephine?”

She smacked him at his use of her real—and hated—name.
“If you want me to board that flight, you’d better not call me that again!”

Loren cleared his throat and arched a brow at her.

“Oh okay. I am getting on that flight no matter what. But please don’t call me that old lady name.” She bounced on her toes and wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them into the place Loren was happiest—as part of their unit.

They went into two shops and Posy selected a few toiletries as well as a beach dress, a pair of flip flops and a white string bikini. Loren blew out a breath, imagining tying her up in that and sliding into her tight body alongside Alex.

“I’m sure I’ll need a few more things,” Posy said, gnawing her lower lip.

Alex settled a hand low on her back. “I’m sure there are shops in Belize.”

Their flight was announced, and Loren picked up his bag too. Alex led the way and Loren took up the rear, watching a very round and sexy behind the whole way onto the jet. With every step, his cock swelled. Damn, this was going to be a long flight.

They located their seats three across and sandwiched Posy between them.

Loren leaned two inches into her narrow plane seat to place his lips to her ear. “Nice and cozy?”

Her breathing grew choppy and she pressed her thigh against his.

On the other side of her, Alex captured his eyes, and they shared a grin. Warmth and affection for his lover made him want to hook an arm around his neck and kiss the hell out of him.

This was going to be one
difficult flight, if the pressure in his groin was any indication. Posy’s scent lingered on his fingers and just being close to her made his balls ache.

He extended his legs as far as he could
. He doffed his hat and placed it over his crotch, trying to be conspicuous in adjusting the bulge in his jeans.

“You should have chosen a looser pair,” Posy said, eyes sparkling.

Loren glanced at Alex, who didn’t look any more comfortable.

The captain came on the speaker as they began to taxi.
As soon as he announced the flight was bound for Belize, Posy gave a cowgirl whoop. Several heads turned and laughter sounded.

Casting a look at the other passenger
s, Loren sized them up. Could he get away with groping Posy? Maybe they should have missed their flight after all and spent all night loving her.

As the captain relayed the temperature in Belize, Posy clapped. “Have I
said thank you yet?”

“No, but I know some pretty good ways you could do that.” Loren reached across her and grabbed her seatbelt. He lingered over her hip then dragged the belt across her belly, taking care to dip his pinky over her mound before reaching her other hip.

Loren noted how far back in the plane they were. A few rows away from the restrooms.

When the plane got off the ground, Alex leaned back to give Posy a view
from the window. “We picked a perfect time for a tropical vacation. I’ve never known Texas to be so bitter.”

She bounced in her seat. “I just wish I’d known so I could have packed! I just bought the sexiest sandals.”

Alex groaned, and Loren’s cock reacted to both her news and Alex’s noise. When he got them on the ground…

“Where are we going anyway?” Posy looked to Loren.

“All-inclusive resort. The best food, bottomless margaritas and a private beach.”

Her jaw dropped. “What?”

Loren traced a line across her pointed chin and closed her mouth. A few freckles stood out on her nose. Before the end of the trip, he hoped to see a few more in places normally hidden from the sun. “That’s right, baby. You won’t really need much in the way of clothes.”

Alex rested his hand on her thigh, and Loren took the other. She stiffened in anticipation. As they began to rapidly ascend, Loren walked his fingers up her inner thigh, stopping just short of her pussy.

“Guys…” Her warning tone was too infused with breathy want for either of them to take her seriously.

Loren latched onto Alex’s gaze, reading the same need. Alex’s hat covered the erection Loren knew was there.
Flicking his head, Loren tried to communicate with Alex.

His lover glanced over the seat at the bank of restrooms—the only place they could get her alone. Trouble was
, they would never fit in one space together.

Alex’s eyes grew hooded. He slowly raised his jaw toward Loren, indicating he should take her first.

Loren stifled a growl and stared at the seatbelt light above, waiting for the damn thing to turn off.

Chapter Four

“Do I need to rub this spot right here for you to come?” Loren’s hot words made Posy’s skin ripple in
goosebumps.

She braced her hands against the wall over the miniature sink and arched her back. “Get inside me,” she panted.

Her jeans were around her knees, trapping her too much. But there was no way to get naked in a space of this size, especially at 30,000 feet.

As Loren unzipped his jeans, his belt buckle clanked. Anticipation skated over her body. Whenever she heard that metallic noise of his rodeo buckle, juices pooled between her legs.

He brought his scorching-hot flesh against her, molding them together. In the past few months, they’d all agreed to testing and a monogamous relationship. The guys still used condoms on each other, but not with her. She loved every minute of having them bareback inside her.

She wiggled against him. Locking an arm around her waist, he angled her to perfectly receive him even as he circled her clit with his other hand. Her pussy squeezed, getting wetter by the mile.

“Alex has to be dying,” Loren murmured against her throat.

Breathing hard, she nodded. He must be going nuts knowing Loren’s cock was working in and out of her.

“I can’t wait another second to get inside you.” With one hard thrust, Loren joined them.

She bit off a scream of pleasure and threw her head back against his shoulder. He opened his mouth over her throat and sucked as they began to move.

He sank deep, hitting her at just the right spot. Drawing a figure eight over her clit, he painted her with her own juices. Her eyes closed with bliss, and she gripped the arm wrapped around her middle.

The light sprinkle of hair on his forearm sent her reeling. She wanted that crisp hair
against her skin. While he thrust rhythmically, she guided his hand up to her breast.

They shared a groan as he found her nipple straining.

“Never loved this shirt until today,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Deeper,” she gasped.

He crouched slightly and angled deeper, lifting her onto her toes with every plunge. “Hell, yesss.”

Heat gathered in her belly, the pressure building. That swift fingering session in the truck had done little to satisfy her. She needed a pounding from her guys. Having Loren’s thick length gliding inside her wet walls was closer to what she wanted. But she couldn’t wait to get both guys alone.

Shuddering, she thrust back against her lover. Loren’s muscles tensed. “Fly with me, baby.”

She focused on the inner fire. Two more thrusts and it blossomed. As her body clamped around him, hot juices gushed into her. Contracting wildly around his thick length, she sank her teeth into her lower lip to control her cries.

Loren wasn’t so quiet. Grunts vibrated against her spine. He pushed back the hood over her clit and ground his finger into her hard pearl.

Splintering her for another ten long heartbeats.

When she came back to herself, she met his gaze in the yellowish mirror. His hair was sweaty, plastered to his head. A vein ticked in his temple, and his eyes were wild.

He was fucking gorgeous. And he belonged to her—and Alex.

“Stay in here and I’ll send Alex in to clean you up.” Loren’s dark promise shot her up the steep slope of need all over again.

He carefully pulled out of her and tucked himself away. When he cracked the door, she clamped her thighs to keep their combined juices from leaking out.
A second later Alex opened the door.

Heart pounding, she met his gaze in the mirror.

“Damn, it smells like you and Loren in here. Fuck, I thought I was hard before now.” Alex’s dark hair was mussed. Had he been running his hands through it as he waited?

“I wish I could take off your clothes,” she mewed.

He rewarded her with a crooked grin. “Soon enough, baby. Now turn around here and spread your legs. I’m going to have some cream pie.”

Her nipples as hard as jewels, she pivoted in the cramped space. She placed her palms on either side of the sink and parted her legs as much as possible with her jeans binding them.

Alex leaned against the wall and splayed his hands over her bare thighs. “Fucking delicious,” he rumbled a split second before piercing her with his tongue.

She dropped her head back and prayed for control. She wanted nothing more than to fuck his tongue with primal abandonment, giving him the taste of her and Loren he craved while screaming his name.

Leaning back more, she tried to give him better access. He swirled his tongue inside her, groaning as he got what he wanted. Her pussy clenched and released, her orgasm a few tongue flicks away.

She opened her eyes and met his hot, dark gaze. Very slowly
, he trailed his tongue through her folds and pushed it against her button. Loren’s touch had primed her. Alex’s would send her into another realm.

Her breath sawed in and out. Between his unrelenting gaze and his master skills, she was
right there
.

Clapping her hands around his ears, she bucked against his tongue. Hot, wet, rough…she shook.

He vibrated his excitement against her clit, tossing her over the cliff of release.

“
Mmm-mm-mmm.” He filled her pussy with his tongue, mouth wide enough to torment her clit with his coarse upper lip.

Shocks tore through her, chasing each other so closely she could barely draw breath. She clung to him, twisting his hair.

Before she could slump forward, he rose, eyes glittering. “Let me in you.”

“Yes,” she rasped.

He turned her to face away. The rustling of his clothes mingled with her harsh breaths.

And then he was in her.

Splitting her sensitive tissues with his long cock. She ran her tongue along her dry lips and gave herself up to him. He circled his hips, reaching where Loren had just been and everyplace he’d just explored with his tongue.

He cupped her cheek, and she met his gaze in the mirror. Though they were having forbidden sex in a plane, she only saw Alex. The lovemaking began.

His gaze tethered her to him. With each thrust he unraveled a little more. His hazel eyes grew nearly black, muscled thighs cradling hers as he fucked deep.

When he stopped breathing, she arched to take him all the way.

Ragged breaths washed over her throat as he shot into her pussy. Though she didn’t tip over the ledge of ecstasy with him, she let him see all the emotion she held for him.

His final shudder and lowered eyelids
were answer enough.

* * * * *

As Alex’s cowboy boots hit sand, his whole body seemed to smile. His muscles loosened and warmth settled in his chest.

After flying all day and then a midnight shuttle via bumpy Belizean roads to their remote resort, he was
wide awake and ready to explore with his lovers.

Posy was like the walking dead, though. She’d slept a little on the plane, head rolling between his shoulder and Loren’s. Bringing her sweet, tempting body to orgasm several times had wiped her out.

Loren supported her with an arm around her waist. His clothes were wrinkled and his hat had a dent in it, but he was grinning like a cowboy after a good ride.

The salty scent of the ocean
teased Alex. He filled his lungs with it, so different from the dust of Texas or the urban smells of Vegas.

Though it was still hours from sunup, Alex could almost see the turquoise blue of the water and the rich sand beaches. Jagged outlines of palm trees broke up the horizon.

“This way,” the driver said in rustic English, gesturing toward the enormous resort building that shone pale blue under the stars.

Waves crashed and a hint of music drifted from the inside. The resort was open on four sides to allow the guests to experience the beach at all times. When the guide held the door for them, Alex allowed Loren to lead Posy inside first.

While she looked disheveled and swayed on her feet from fatigue, as soon as she drank in the surroundings she began to chatter. “Look at that!” Art and sculpture lined the walls, and comfortable seating arrangements dotted the space along with tropical plants.

A band was set up in the far back corner of the enormous room serving as dining, entertainment and common area. Couples revolved around the dance floor to the salsa music.

Posy giggled.

Alex slid his arm around her, directly over Loren’s, uncaring what people thought of their relationship. “What’s funny?”

Small crinkles appeared around her eyes. “We stick out like giraffes at a rodeo.”

With a snort, Alex saw what she meant. The other guests wore lightweight clothing appropriate for the region, while they wore heavy jeans, boots, hats and shirts that heralded their brand.

He caressed Posy’s side under Loren’s arm. “At least you have some beach clothes. Let’s find our room.”

The more they saw of the resort, the more Posy oohed and
ahhed. When they passed a chocolate buffet, she snagged a chocolate-covered strawberry and bit it.

Alex avoided the sight of her lips wrapped around the decadent treat. He was absolutely not going to ravage her and Loren the instant they reached their room. This trip was about slowing down and taking time for the things that meant so much to them.

Once they got to their suite, Posy was fully awake. She popped the last of the strawberry into her mouth and launched into a run. Five feet from the massive bed, she hurled herself face-first into the mattress decked in pristine white.

She bounced, and he and Loren laughed.

“You did good with the place.” Loren clapped him on the shoulder.

Alex toed off his boots, and Loren wrinkled his nose.

Still on her belly and with arms straight out, Posy raised her head. “I can smell those boots from here.”

“Better check out the shower,” Alex agreed. Their luggage was already in the room, so he found his toiletry bag. The high-end bathroom reminded him of how humble they lived in Texas.
Silver fixtures and plush towels, a blue-green sheet of shower glass that would perfectly showcase his naked lovers.

“You two, come here,” he called.

It took him a moment to figure out how to turn on the water and adjust it to hot. By the time he started stripping off his travel-worn clothes, Posy and Loren entered.

“
Oooh. That shower! And I bet there’s a jet tub around this wall…” She popped her head around a half-wall. “Yep.”

At the same time
, Loren and Alex grabbed her. While Loren pulled his T-shirt off her body, Alex took long seconds to appreciate her round, bare breasts. The nipples were dark pink and ripe as the air struck them.

“
Really
good choice of destinations,” Loren said, gaze locked on Posy’s body too.

She opened her fly and squirmed to push down her super-skinny jeans. The view of her white cotton panties caused blood to flood into Alex’s cock. It twitched in his jeans, and he pushed them down his hips.

Posy’s mouth hung open. “Where are your boxers?”

He waved a hand.
“Long story.”

“Short story,” Loren corrected. “He forgot to pack
enough.”

“So I’m not the only one in Belize without underwear?” Her smile lighting her face, she stepped out of her boots and
then jeans.

“If it makes you two feel better, all my underwear are dirty.” When Loren yanked his shirt overhead, they both stopped and stared at him. The cut of his chest and abs never failed to stun Alex. Though both of their bodies showed how hard they worked, Loren was fucking hot as hell.

Alex’s cock bobbed on his abdomen, the head engorged. Meeting Loren’s gaze, Alex arched a brow.

Loren raised his jaw in reply. At finally being together and alone, Alex’s heart warmed. He pulled Posy into the shower, and after Loren shed the rest of his clothes, he followed.

The space glowed blue-green from the glass, and water flooded from several jets in the ceiling and along the tile walls. Alex stood under one, allowing the hot water to drench his hair and trickle over his face.

Groaning, he enjoyed the moment. Posy’s head was thrown back. Her long hair turned black under the spray until it was a sleek mass.

And Loren…

He shook water out of his face, opening his very blue eyes and locking gazes with Alex. Water zigzagged down his tanned body, over his six-pack and beading in his trim brown nest of hair cradling his rigid cock.

Posy’s voice sounded far away and dreamy. “How much did you guys fuck while in Vegas?”

Loren flicked his attention to her,
then brought it right back to Alex. “Not as much as you’d think.”

Alex smoothed a hand down her wet arm and tangled their fingers together. “We needed you.”

Her tender smile bewitched him. “You have me.”

Loren discovered a stash of body wash and shampoo and squeezed a copious amount into his palm. He quickly lathered, as if he were going to wash and get it over with, but Alex wasn’t going to let him get away with it.