Tattoos and Cupcakes [Sunset Point] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Hennessee Andrews

  “Oh, honey, you will more than fit in with that dress.”

  Lane surveyed Liz’s outfit. Although a little more modest than her own, Liz looked stunning in her royal blue evening gown. Long, flowing silk fell to the floor. One side was open, revealing her toned leg, the slit nearly reaching her hip. Liz also had quite the set for men to ogle at. The woman never ceased to amaze her. Bright blue eyes smiled with her silver gray locks perfectly styled into a regal updo.

  “And look at you.” Lane walked around Liz and whistled. “I bet your men will have a hard time keeping their hands off you.”

  “I can only hope so.” Liz beamed. “Oh, how did the undergarment fit?”

  Lane snorted. “I’d hardly call that lacy thong an undergarment.”

  “Well, it really serves no other purpose than the knowledge that you’re at least wearing panties. Turn around, let me see something.”

  Lane turned and Liz tsked. “Uh, oh, the back is so open and falls so low that I can see your panties. You’ll have to go without.”

  “What?” Lane shrieked and turned to face Liz. “I’m already without a bra.”

  “Well, that fabric also shows panty lines as well. Yep, they have to go.”

  Lane surveyed the back of her dress in the mirror and sure enough, she could see the top of the lace and there were lines. She already felt wanton, but going commando would only increase the desire she had already fanned.

  “I don’t know, Liz. I don’t want to look like a floozy or a desperate woman.”

  “You will not resemble either. Now come on, off with them.”

  Lane pulled the hem up and hooked her thumbs around the lace, pushing them down and stepping out of them.

  Liz grinned. “Much better. Now put on those heels. We’re going to be late if we don’t get going.”

  When they arrived at the resort, Lane stepped out of the car with the aid of Luther’s hand. “If any man gets a little frisky, if you know what I mean.” He tapped his side where his gun was concealed. “You let uncle Luther know.”

  Lane laughed and gave him a hug. “Thank you, Uncle Luther. I’m sure I’ll be okay, though.”

  “Better safe than sorry.” Luther looked around at other guests that were arriving.

  Inside, Liz led Lane by her arm through the crowd. The main room was extravagant with large elegant crystal chandeliers that offered subtle soft light. Long velvet draperies hung from the ceiling to the floor. Elegance abounded from every direction. Tall marble columns stood stately, giving the room an old-world feel. At the end of the expansive room was a large dais, serving as the stage for the upcoming event. No expense seemed to be spared with the interior décor. Lane dared to guess a price tag. And just as Liz had said, she was not at all out of place in her barely there dress.

  “Oh, look, Lane.” Liz pointed. “There’s Dane and Bannock.”

  Lane said nothing but felt her body heat up. The two even from a distance were hot as hell. Liz led her to the table where they were seated with Jackson Stone, Trinity Cross, Maxwell King, and a few other couples.

  As they neared, Bannock and Dane turned their attention to her. She felt like an ant under a microscope, burning from their searing glances.

  “I was just telling Reece that it would be a shame for her to have to sit with us at our table with all the old folks,” Liz said and looked back at her before promptly leaving her standing there alone.

  “Hi, everyone.”

  “Hi, Reece! I could use some backup with all this testosterone here,” Trinity said.

  Dane stood and pulled out a chair for her, seating her in between himself and Bannock. She hesitated for a moment, feeling more awkward than anything. No longer had she sat down and waiters bustled out with the first course. She still couldn’t believe Liz just ditched her and put her on the spot like she had. When Lane felt she could predict the woman’s actions, Liz surpassed them and surprised her even more.

  Light conversation and smiles all around from happy faces were abundant, but Lane couldn’t summon the energy to engage herself. Energy bounced, tickling her every extremity, even more so when Bannock’s arms brushed against her. She lifted her gaze to stare at his profile while he talked to Jackson on the opposite side of the table. His features were strong, noble even. He lifted his glass, bringing it slowly to his plump lips. From the corner of her eye, she caught his gaze move to her.

  Lane froze as their eyes connected. He was still faced toward his intended audience, but with eyes honed in on her. The room seemed to heat up, as tropical and humid as the air outside. Sweat made the palms of her hands wet and she tried to wipe it away, courtesy of the linens that draped over the table.

  “Madame.” A voice jolted her from the moment. Bannock’s searing blue eyes seemed to glisten with enjoyment.

  “Oh, yes.” Lane leaned to the side so the waiter could place a drink in front of her. She became confused. She had only just gotten there and she was almost sure, almost, that she had not ordered a drink. By looking at all the different drinks around the table, there was no special drink served to all.

  Dane smiled and lifted his glass. “Sex on the beach. I thought it seemed fitting. Don’t you?”

  Lane cleared her throat. “Um, yes. Thank you.” Her fingers trembled as she reached for the glass. At least she didn’t stutter this time. The sweet drink hit her tongue, pull after pull from her straw. What was with her? Since she stepped foot on this wild island her hormones raged. She had become klutzy and sounded as if she had a speech impediment. Before coming here, Lane had been confident, a little arrogant even. She spoke her mind, never stuttering. Men didn’t make her a silly girl, all gushy and tingly. Mercy, who turned off the air conditioning in this place?

  “Thirsty?” Dane whispered in her ear, the vibrations of his tone made her eyes close and her heart race.

  “A little bit,” she confessed and felt a chill raise the hairs on her arms. Her fingers tingled, wanting nothing more than to touch him, touch Bannock. Realization rushed in. No wonder a woman would want to be between two men, the heightened arousal was magnificent.

  Dane touched her bare arm with his fingertip and slowly dragged it downward, making alarms sound off simultaneously from every region in her body. Slick heat continued to develop so much between her legs she was sure she was leaving a wet spot on the chair she sat on. A light gasp escaped her lips and Bannock turned his attention to her. He didn’t smile, just studied her.

  Across the table, Trinity sat between Jackson and Maxwell. She was positively radiant, no doubt from being between two amazing men. Lane’s thoughts returned to the night at Naughty Sprinkles when she caught Jackson and Trinity fucking in the alley. It wasn’t love making and it damn sure wasn’t sweet. It was hardcore raging hormones that pushed the couple out into the darkness to tame the beast that raged out of control. Lane had felt it from the moment they walked in, so much so, she masturbated to the memory that night.

  While her mind recalled the erotic image, Lane didn’t realize that Trinity had got up and was currently being auctioned off on the stage. Dane chuckled beside her as if he was privy to her thoughts. What was this connection between them? How was he able to hone in and notice when her mind became filled with lust?

  The noise of the audience and even the sound of Jackson and Maxwell bidding became background noise. Lane turned to Dane, her hand falling to his thigh. She stared into his eyes and wetted her lips. God, she wished he would just kiss her already. And then it happened. His hand cradled her neck and pulled her close. His moist lips connecting in the most sensual of ways, gently moving, tongue peeking out to skim her bottom lip. She offered a small whimper and fell further into their kiss, tongues dancing together with perfect cadence.

  With his spare hand, Dane directed her hand that rested on his thigh higher. A moan escaped before she could stop it. He squeezed her hand around his thick and oh yes, very erect cock. “Oh, god,” she whispered against his lips. Whatever self-control she was maintaining was
dwindling quickly. The room full of people didn’t seem to exist anymore, but she knew they were there. How she hoped all their eyes weren’t taking in their display. If it weren’t for their location, she’d take Dane right there. It had come to that and he knew it.

  “Baby, I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do you at this very moment.”

  Lane trembled. The buzz of the blood rushing created an effective sound barrier to the excitement that moved through the room. Shouts erupted. The auction was heating up, but not as much as her pussy that throbbed with wild abandonment. “Get me out of here. Now.”

  They moved efficiently through the maze of tables. No one seemed interested or surprised as their attention remained honed in on the stage and the show before them. Dane apparently knew where he was going as he led her down a long corridor. A trickle of her desire began to ooze down her thighs, slick, wet, and so damn hot. She didn’t care where he took, as long as he did. The desire had become too much to bear, and now she needed him, seemingly as much as the air she breathed. She felt terrible for leaving Bannock sitting there, but he seemed so engaged in the auction, she wondered if he’d even miss them.

  Dane opened a door and pulled her with eagerness inside. No words needed to be exchanged. They were past that now as they fell against the wall. Dane’s lips met hers with urgency. His hands parted the pieces of fabric that barely contained her breasts.

  “Yessss,” she moaned when he pinched her hard nipples. Shocks of pleasure pulsed and raced, making her lightheaded and out of control. “Later, foreplay later. Fuck me, Dane.” She grabbed his belt and fumbled with it.

  Dane helped. Even in the pitch-black room she finally decided was the janitor’s closet, his fingers were nimble and the sound of his zipper damn near made her come. Their hot erratic breaths heated up the space. Lane pulled his mouth to hers and thrust her tongue inside his. She felt like an addict who had been denied his chosen drug, a thirsty traveler in a desert who had been without water for days. Dane reciprocated, pouring his energy into the kiss, his hard shaft pushing against her belly.

  “Once won’t be enough.” He rasped out and caressed her cheeks. “I’ve dreamt of this from the moment I met you.” He began to pull her dress up, his lips lightly feathering kisses to her mouth. “I have to admit, the only thing that could make this moment any hotter is if Bannock were here, sharing.”

  Lane gasped as another round of precum worked to ready her throbbing pussy.

  “That’s my plan, Reece. One day I want to make you ours.” He whispered and his fingers slid between her folds. “So fucking wet. Bannock has no idea what he’s missing.”

  Dane’s finger impaled her, pulling a cry from her lungs. His thumb massaged her clit while he thrust gently in and out, unhurried.

  She didn’t know how to respond. His plan so hot and delicious, she was already close to orgasm. She needed to feel his thick cock inside her, pulsing, pushing, and fucking her into dreamland. Bannock would be a bonus, a very amazing bonus that hopefully could keep up with her growing libido.

  “Tell me now if the idea scares you. That is my intention and always has been. We would love you and adore you. We would take care of all your needs and satisfy like you’ve never been satisfied before.”

  Dane’s enthusiasm grew, his fingers thrust in harder with more force. She pulled him closer, nipping his bottom lip with her teeth. He let out a growl and pumped his fingers inside her faster.

  “Dane, Dane. Oh, god,” she wailed and thrust her hips, matching his rhythm.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he purred with satisfaction, his confidence pushing her over the edge.

  Before she could scream out as her volatile release took her, Dane muffled her cries with his mouth pressed tightly against hers. She thrashed and rocked her hips, squealing when the pleasure became almost more than she could bear.

  As she began to relax, she hummed and felt like an enormous weight had been lifted. Her mind buzzed, enveloped in a sense of extreme euphoria. She fought to catch her breath, panting, and yet wanting more.

  “I only wish I could have seen your face.” Dane kissed her neck and moved down to her collarbone and further still to her nipples. He sucked her left breast, his tongue flicking over her hard nub.

  Lane arched her back and pushed toward him. Her head fell back as he continued to give equal attention to both and rekindling the fire that had simmered. “I need you, Dane.”

  “Mmm, I’m happy to oblige.” He teased and grazed his teeth over her breast. “But first,” he reached down and grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall. “No games.” He kissed her sweetly. “Make no mistake, I am playing for keeps, but only if Bannock is welcome.”

  “Yes,” she expelled in a shuddered breath.

  “Do you dream of him as you do me? Do you want to fuck him as much?”

  Thoughts of Bannock staring at her with his engaging eyes more than piqued her curiosity. She had dreamt of him as well, dreamt of being between them. Tonight, as she sat with both of them on either side of her, she realized she craved both of them equally. She just hadn’t had the opportunity to know Bannock as much as she did Dane.

  “I want both of you.” Lane whispered in the darkness.

  Dane chuckled in his tone that melted her from the inside out. “You didn’t answer my questions, sweetheart.”

  “I’ve dreamt of him. I dreamt of the three of us together. I’ve masturbated to the fantasy,” she confessed.

  Dane’s breaths came out short as fast. He held her sternly, keeping her his prisoner and she loved it.

  “Please, Dane.” She couldn’t help but beg. The moment, his words, and the racing of her heart compelled her to plead for him to deliver what she craved.

  He released her arms and pulled her to his chest. Their lips locked together as he fumbled in the pocket of his pants. Lane stroked the length of him, amazed at his size, and burned out of control with desire to feel him impale her.

  The distinct sound of a foil wrapper caused her to hum with delight. He sheathed himself as the urgency building made their kisses hot and sloppy. He pulled her left leg up, shoving her dress out of the way. The tip of his cock nudged her entrance and he chuckled. “Hang on, sweetheart. You’re in for one hell of a ride.”

  Dane thrust in and Lane growled, her fingertips biting into his shoulders. He stretched her wide as inch after inch entered her.

  “I hoped to be more of a gentleman, and I’ll apologize now for what I’m about to do, but I can’t help how I feel around you.”

  He eased out and thrust back in harder, recoiling and shoving in harder with more eagerness each time. Lane gasped and rode the intense wave. His engorged cock fucked her hard, hard enough to make her bare and sweaty back squeak against the wall.

  “Yes, oh hell yeah, yes.” Lane wailed with delight. Delicious strokes pumped his cock deep inside her. Her inner walls gripped him, the sweet friction building her up again.

  Dane slowed and delivered measure strokes. The hand he held her leg with moved and rimmed around his cock. “This pussy is so fucking tight. Just like I dreamed it would be.” He pulsed in again, his fingers teasing her opening. “Just imagine how great it would feel to have Bannock inside you at the same time.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Of course,” Dane moved his now-slick fingers to her butt and pressed against her tight hole. “He’d fuck you here, too, while I fuck this tight pussy.”

  Lane let out a long, soft moan. She had never experienced anal, nor had she ever had two men at the same time, but the thought excited her. When his finger breached her entrance, she gasped.

  “Relax, move with me,” he coaxed, and gently wiggled his finger.

  The new sensation was wild, uninhibited, and dirty. She felt a sting from the intrusion but it waned quickly and became a surprisingly intense pleasure.

  “I can feel my cock.” Dane pressed his finger firmly to her inner wall. “God damn, that’s hot.”

  “Dane, oh god, D
ane.” Lane screeched before letting go.

  Dane surged, picking up his pace, and delivered ruthless thrusts. His hips punished the inside of her thighs as they worked at a hurried pace. “Oh, fuck yeah!” He gripped her ass and let go, kissing her hard as he did.

  They gasped and panted, each fighting to regain their breath. Dane nuzzled her neck, the heat of his breaths making her hotter if that was possible. Lane went limp in his arms, dizzy from the overwhelming encounter. She wasn’t sure how she would be able to endure both of them, but looked forward to trying.

  * * * *

  Dane stood in the men’s room and tried to calm his racing heart. It was happening. His dream was and would become a reality. He chuckled as he dried his hands. It wasn’t out of amusement, but rather out of extreme joy. Reece captivated him like no other woman. His desire for her so strong he morphed into a fucking frenzy of need and desire. He supposed their first time would have been this way. After dreaming of her and often times jacking his cock to all the possibilities, he shouldn’t have expected anything less.

  So fucking hot. He walked out and waited for Reece by the entrance of the ladies room. His only worry was hurting her. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed her limits, but he knew he had to. He needed to know how she would respond and if it excited her. Not many women would consent to anal sex, and especially not with two men, well, outside of Sunset Point anyway.

  His nerves pulsed with exuberance. He wanted to tell Bannock, needed to tell him. Dane could see the desire Bannock held for Reece that he denied with words. Bannock wanted Reece as much as he did, but Dane knew fear was the only thing holding him back. The bitch that broke his best friend’s heart so callously and coldly deserved a special place in hell, Dane thought, and he certainly hoped karma would bitch slap her, lots.