Dane seemed hurt. “Bannock, I’ve dated lots of women and they all seem to interfere with our friendship. You’re like a brother to me, and I don’t want to lose you or have to choose.”
“A woman will come between us either way, Dane.” Bannock turned to walk away.
“Bannock, please. Please, if you respect our friendship, consider my feelings.” Dane stopped him dead in his tracks. “Look at her. See how she smiles? That is the smile of an angel. I’ve been around a lot of women in my life and I can tell you, a smile reveals the true nature of a woman. Her smile is carefree and loving—”
“Women are fantastic actresses, Dane.”
Dane bowed up to Bannock and thumped his chest with his finger. “Your problem is that you’re barn sour.”
Bannock gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Barn sour, huh?”
“Yeah, one woman hurt you and you take it as the nature of all women.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“I am your barn, Bannock. You go out occasionally for a quick, no strings attached night with some random tourist and are left unfulfilled the next day. We rely on each other’s friendship and companionship. Sooner or later, a woman is bound to divide us, so why not put one between us?”
Bannock wasn’t having this conversation, not here. Why? Why in the hell did Dane want to complicate their lives? To Bannock, they had it all. There was no woman to nag them about taking out the trash. No woman bitching about poker night. No woman with PMS fucking up their day with a shitty disposition. They ate when they wanted, and put their feet on the damn coffee table if they wanted. They didn’t have to worry about putting the seat down or worry about considering a woman’s feelings for a change. Best yet, Bannock soothed his demon with women he’d never see again. There would never be another Dear John letter, because he wouldn’t allow anyone of them close enough to hurt him again. Period.
Bannock left and drove the short drive home and parked out front like he always did. Dane and he had become close. He relied on Dane for the companionship he had lost and chose not to replace. Their bachelor lifestyle suited him fine. Dane on the other hand, had grown tired of it.
Six months previous, Dane had gotten heavily involved with a woman. She came between them and insisted Dane move out because she claimed Bannock was a bad influence. To Bannock, it was a ruse. Rachel wanted Dane all to herself and worked damn hard to cut off their friendship. The stunts she pulled created a lot of tension and arguments. Dane was stuck in the middle between two opposing forces and had to choose girlfriend or friendship.
Since then, Dane had dropped hints here and there about them finding a woman they could both love. He felt that was the only answer to their problem. As far as Bannock was concerned, he didn’t have a problem. Life suited him damn fine just as it was.
He sat for hours in the dark on the back porch and drank a few beers. He lost count three beers ago or was it four? He didn’t know and didn’t care either. Dane had his sights set on Liz’s niece, determined to have her, and Bannock would end up alone again.
Dane entered the front door. Bannock left the back sliding door open and sat with his beer, hating the distance he felt between them. The refrigerator opened and he heard the clank of a beer bottle. A twist of a lid and the sound of the cap being thrown at the trash can alerted his ears. A lot was weighing on Dane’s mind, too. Any other night, Dane would have greeted him first. Dane’s steps began to grow closer and closer until he was standing behind him. Bannock didn’t look back and he offered no words.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Dane took the chair next to him and sat down. They both peered up at the stars, both lost in their own thoughts.
“Nice night,” Dane offered and took a pull from his beer.
Bannock was speechless. He didn’t know what to say to him at this point. The easy relationship they had seemed uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Mmm, hmm.”
The silence stretched and Bannock wanted to let out his frustrations, but kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to drive Dane away, and especially not into the arms of a woman he was already leery of. Bannock just wanted their life back the way it was before the redhead stepped foot on the island. Even though he truly didn’t know her, he secretly wondered if he didn’t hate her. It was childish and out of jealousy, but couldn’t help it.
“Listen, Bannock,” Dane started and then paused. “I don’t want to lose our friendship, but I’m not getting any younger—”
Bannock chuckled, the alcohol had already began pulsing through his veins and feeding his anger. “But?”
“But I can’t ignore my heart.”
Bannock pointed the top of his bottle at him. “You mean your dick.”
“Reece excites me more than any woman I’ve ever met and that was from a first introduction.” Dane got a faraway look in his eyes. “I can feel it in my gut, she is meant to complete us.”
“You’re fucking nuts.”
Chapter 4
Lane had been in Sunset Point nearly two weeks now. She had really caught on to decorating cupcakes and baking them. So far, she was on a first-name basis with many in this small community. She loved that residents accepted her. The pain had become easier to deal with every day, her nightmares down to maybe one every couple of days. She hadn’t heard anything about the investigation or when she could return home, but pushed those thoughts out. Waiting for the news tore her up inside. On one side of the coin, she enjoyed her new life. On the other, she longed to get back to modeling.
The rush had always been fantastic. Walking down a runway, captivating an audience, and photographers had a way of boosting anyone’s confidence, especially hers. She could still envision the flashes from cameras directed at her, the pop of light and the long beeps following as the flashes recharged amazed her. There was something about the spotlight directed at her, if only for a moment. She became center stage for once, all eyes were on her. All the stress, the worry, meager meals, and doing without all those years had been worth it. The last big gig she had was a high fashion spread in a premier woman’s magazine. She modeled jeans, topless. The advertising spread was due out this month, and she could hardly wait to see the cover.
Lane smiled when she noticed Dane coming in the front door. Every day, he comes. Some days, he is in a chocolate mood, other times, he has a fruity craving. She wondered what he’d be in the mood for today. The man is gorgeous, looking more like a GQ model than a tattoo artist. He wore his jeans a little on the baggy side, but not so baggy she couldn’t see the definition of his gluteus. His tee-shirts stretched across his solid chest, his arms thick enough to make the cotton hem beg for mercy. Then, there was his smile. So cute and boyish, but with enough sex appeal to set a woman on fire with one flash. Damn, his stroll was so confident and cool as he walked toward her.
“Afternoon, ladies.” He greeted them daily with that phrase and his heart-stopping smile.
Sami gave Lane a coy glance and retreated to the kitchen. She had told Lane countless times that Dane had the hots for her, but Lane laughed it off. From what she witnessed, neither Dane nor Bannock had been with a woman at all since she arrived. Her guess was they were gay. They both stuck together like glue. Sami disagreed and told her otherwise, but the facts spoke for themselves, or so she thought. Hell, if Bannock was hers, she wouldn’t look at another breathing male again either.
Lane didn’t know if the water was to blame or the people, but something had crept into her. The overwhelming urge to mate caused her to touch herself recently, in fact a lot. The only problem was the inspiration she used. Two men she thought were gay. Huh, she thought, I’m not very bright.
“Reece. Reece.”
“Oh, what? Sorry, oh, you’re here. Wow, when did you come in?” Lane sputtered and had to remind herself to breathe. She’d become obsessed. Out of all the idiotic stunts she’d pulled, yearning for two gay men topped them all.
“Reece, are you feeling all right?” Dane grinned like he was hip to t
he thoughts racing through her naughty mind.
“Great, never better.” She regained some semblance of normalcy. “What will it be today?”
“Mmm, what do you suggest?” The sound of his purr heightened her senses and the vibration tickled her pussy. How did he do that?
She cleared her throat for fear her voice would squeak when she replied. She felt like she had ingested a bunch of aphrodisiacs when Dane was around. Lust fogged her mind and coherent thoughts. Idiotic shit came out in return. She stuttered, became horribly clumsy, and basically made a fool of herself when he was in the same room with her. “Umm, well…” She slowly walked behind the glass showcase and thought about his options. “Well, we have a new cupcake.”
“Yeah?” He cocked his head to the side with his cute dimple appearing when he smiled.
“Yeah, I mean, yes. It’s, it’s tropical. Sa–Sa–Sex On The Beach.” She stumbled, the word sex having a hard time crossing her lips.
Dane’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Sex on the beach? Mmm, sounds….fun.”
Lane blushed as images of their naked bodies entangled together on a beach popped into her head. Her mind worked to complete the tattoos she had only caught a partial glimpse of. “The cupcake is fun.” She worked to regain her composure and fight the tremble working its way to her fingertips. “The cake is vanilla made with fresh vanilla beans and pineapple. Inside, the filling is a coconut custard. Umm, the frosting is a light butter cream with toasted coconut and aged rum.”
A sinful smile curved at Dane’s lips as his tongue slipped out to wet them. “Sounds heavenly.” He winked and she felt her legs buckle. When that man winked at her, all her muscles turned to mush.
“Would you like one? Or–or two?” Damn the stuttering has got to stop. I sound like a moron.
“Two.” He paused and smiled. “Bannock adores sex on the beach.”
Images marched through her mind as if an invading force, a cavalry on a mission, determined to make an ass out of her. Last night’s fantasy began to play inside her head. The sun was bright and Lane left her footprints in the sand as she walked along the beach. Waves crashed in, leaving colorful shells. Seagulls cawed, their noise blended with the rush of water, creating a pleasant sound for her ears to enjoy. As far as she could see, the beautiful landscape was uninhabited, a scene meant only for her. Lane returned to her towel she had spread out and lay down, allowing the sun to kiss her skin.
“My, my, what do we have here?” A seductive voice she knew well spoke. She opened her eyes. His form blocked the bright rays. Water droplets clung to Dane’s wet skin. The black tribal tattoos that marked his flesh were now on show, just for her.
Dane knelt down and skimmed his hand over her bare thigh. Drops of water cooled her hot skin. When he reached her hip, he played with the tie that held her bikini together. “Mmm.” He pulled his bottom lip with his teeth and tugged one string. When the bow popped open, he smiled. “Ooops.” His bright blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned forward and kissed her belly, flicking his tongue over her belly button. Water from his hair dripped onto her stomach, tickling as it snaked over the sides of her waist.
He moved up slowly, placing wet kisses over her ribs. When he reached the small scraps of fabric that covered her breasts, he chuckled and lightly bit her nipple. As he pulled back, he let go of her nub, but held the black material and uncovered her breast. “Mmm, beautiful,” he said and moved to her other breast.
Lane sucked in a shaky breath and grasped the wet locks of his hair. Just having him near and able to touch him had her excitement growing. Dane covered her breast with his mouth, giving a stern pull then swirling his tongue around her hard nipple. She gasped and pulled him closer, seeking more. He paid equal attention to her breast, lovingly sucking and nipping. His eyes were bright, sparkling even, outlined with thick black lashes that promised to take her to the moon and back.
“I’ve been dreaming of you,” Dane said with a sultry purr against her lips. He untied the other side of her bikini bottoms and trailed his finger over her hip bone. “I can’t wait to have these long legs wrapped around my waist.”
“Yesss.” Lane fell under his sensual spell and wiggled beneath him. Just looking at Dane made her wet and crave to be impaled on his thick pole.
“I bet you need to feel me here,” Dane teased and thrust his finger into her sopping wet hole.
“Yes, please.” Lane stared at his gorgeous face.
Dane wiggled his finger and kissed her at once, thrusting his tongue into her mouth with a sweet pull of his lips. She hummed as her tongue glided over his, finding a steady rhythm that matched the unbelievable motion of his hand that worked her pussy and made her writhe with pleasure. She reached for what he concealed beneath his shorts. He was thick and swollen. All she wanted was to feel his enormous cock inside her, fucking her.
“Patience is a virtue,” Dane said as he nipped her lip and stared at her with his incredibly seductive eyes.
“And a virtue is grace. I have neither right now,” she breathlessly spoke, grasping his length and urging him on.
“I love when a woman goes after what she wants.” Dane smiled and sat back on his knees. He winked as he pushed his shorts down, revealing his taut abs and the dark hair that led south to his thick cock that made her gasp with delight.
“I need you inside me, now.”
Dane pushed her legs apart, dipping down to flick his tongue over her sensitive clit. “Mmm, like sweet nectar.”
Lane pushed her hips up, seeking more, needing more. Only when a large figure blocked the sun from her face did she realize they weren’t alone. Towering about them was Bannock. His eyes were concealed behind his sunglasses, his lip curled up with displeasure.
Dane grinned, but continued his task, pulling soft cries from Lane.
“Miss, can you read?” Bannock crossed his arms over his chest and pointed toward a sign.
Lane tried to speak, but moaned instead. She shook her head and tried to pull out of Dane’s hold, but the feel of his mouth was so breathtaking and enjoyable, she couldn’t summon the energy.
Bannock cleared his throat and Dane relented with a pout perched on his lips. “The sign clearly states, no nudity.”
“Ah, come on. It’s just us.” Dane speared her cunt with two fingers and Lane squealed.
“No, she broke the law. I have to place her under arrest.” Bannock pulled his handcuffs from his belt.
“No!” Lane pleaded and wiggled while Dane continued to take her breath away. “Please, I don’t want to go to jail.”
“I bet she would do anything, Bannock.” Dane sat her hips down on the beach towel and pulled her up on her knees in front of him. “Won’t you, baby.”
“Yes, I will, please,” Lane pleaded with Bannock.
Bannock chewed his lip as if pondering it over. Dane forced her to turn around and face him. He pulled her back to his chest and with one hand teased her nipples while the other dropped between her legs and began to rub her swollen clit.
Fear and exhilaration pulsed in her blood. When Bannock’s large hands began to unbuckle his belt that held his gun and supplies of his occupation, Lane licked her lips. Bannock stepped closer, working at the fly of his slacks.
“Oh, yeah. I bet if you suck his cock well enough he’ll let you go with a warning,” Dane teased and nipped her neck, “I’m going to fuck you while you suck his big cock, darling.”
Lane moaned loudly when Dane entered her. Their skin slapped together as the rush of waves joined in. Dane was large, deliciously stretching her and taking her breath away. Bannock pushed his pants down and wiggled his enormous pole in front of her face.
“Do a good job, honey. I’d hate to have to arrest you.”
His gruff tone sent a new wave of slick wetness trickling from her cunt as Dane pumped his cock stroke after amazing stroke inside her.
Sweet precum touched her tongue as she took Bannock into her mouth. She sucked the tip, swirling her tongue around
the hood, and used her salvia to lubricate the length of him with generous strokes.
Bannock hissed and grabbed handfuls of her hair. “Dane is fucking your tight pussy and I get to fuck your mouth. How do like having two cocks in you?”
Lane moaned and pulled back, giving Bannock a stern suck. “I love it,” she whispered before taking him in again.
They moved together, pushing and pulling. Sounds of their moans carried on the ocean breeze. Dane’s hands were on her back, fingertips dragging from her shoulders down, stopping to grip her hips and deliver a rough thrust, making them both wail from pleasure. Bannock gently directed her mouth, giving her approving groans with his slacks bunching around his ankles.
“Mercy, this pussy is so tight, so fucking perfect!” Dane said with a growl and leaned forward, wrapping his arm around her chest, his hips bucking, still moving them. “I’m in heaven, baby,” he whispered and cupped her breast with his hand. He flicked her hard peak and then rolled it between his fingertips. “Come for me.”
Dane’s raspy voice at her ear sent a quiver racing down her spine and his tempo increased. Bannock grunted and jerked free from her mouth.
Bannock brushed her hair back. “That’s it, baby, let go.”
Dane rubbed her clit and growled. Lane burst with a squeal and began to shake. Her head down to her toes tingled with joy. Dane moaned and jerked out. Hot splatters hit her back as his release exploded from his body.
Bannock palmed his cock as he walked behind her. “My turn.” He rolled her to her back and lifted her legs. He was still wearing half of his uniform, and a gold star sat prominently above his left pocket. Dane began placing soft kisses to her mouth, moving lower to her neck when Bannock entered her, burying himself completely inside her.
“Ohhhhh, god!” Lane grabbed Dane’s forearm and held tight. Bannock was wider, thicker, so unbelievably thick, and it felt fantastic.
“Yeah, take his big cock inside you,” Dane gave an approving smile and began sucking her nipples.
A shudder of awareness set Lane’s skin on fire. They were out in the open, on the beach, where anyone could walk by and see them. It was wild and reckless. The fear did nothing more than to further excite her. Two gorgeous men were attending to her needs, sucking and fucking her into a euphoric state.
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