The steady pumping of Bannock’s hips drove him deep inside her. She moaned as she felt each ripple of his shaft tickle the inside of her. Dane sat back on his heels and grinned. He rubbed her clit, adding to the amazing pleasure Bannock was giving her. Bannock was in control, his expression was determined and fierce.
“Look at Bannock’s big cock stretch your tight little cunt,” Dane lifted her head so she could see. He continued to rub her clit. The intensity was growing until a delightful buzz began to spread through her entire pussy. “Fuck her harder, Bannock. She loves it.”
“Ohhhhh!” Lane arched her back when Bannock began moving harder and faster. “Yessss!”
“That’s it, baby, come all over Bannock’s cock,” Dane said and latched his mouth tightly around her nipple.
Lane wailed and dug her nails into Dane’s arm. “Oh. My. God!”
“Yeah, baby, ride that wave.” Dane kissed her lips softly and continued to keep her body convulsing with the extreme bliss that had overcome her.
Bannock roared and pulled out. He gripped his cock and pumped twice before cum spurt from the end, landing in warm milky jets on her stomach. He looked so gorgeous with his hand traveling from base to tip of his gorgeous cock. Lane giggled as her body tickled and trembled all over.
Lane tried to push the images out as she opened the cooler door. So disoriented from the dream, she bumped her head while reaching in for the cakes. She saw stars and felt light headed. Where she hit her head was above her right eyebrow. She scrunched her eyes shut before rising up and hoped he didn’t notice. Dirty images of the three of them kissing each other, sucking, and fucking made her hands shake.
On most nights recently, Lane’s fantasies were much the same and each night she janed off to the escapade her mind created. Yes, she dialed the pink telephone, tickled the beaver, and all those other sayings equated with masturbating. The island must have some sort of sexual pheromone floating in on the ocean breeze, beckoning her to think wayward thoughts. How else could she explain it?
Lane carried the cakes to the counter and packaged them in a pink box, tying it off with black and white striped ribbon. She avoided eye contact and the reason was partially because she was still squinting from the pain from the blow to her head. Besides, one look into his baby blues and all manner of explosive hormones began to rage with need. “Anything else?” she asked as she typed in the price and totaled the register.
Dane handed her the money, but when she grabbed it and pulled, he held it tight where she couldn’t pry the bills loose from his hand. She was forced to look at him. A moment took place, the kind where their eyes communicated and no words were spoken. Her pulse rose and she could hear her heart thunder in her ears. Boom, boom. Boom, boom. He took her hand in his and pulled it slowly to his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed the backside of her hand softly and stroked it with the pad of his thumb. Slowly, he turned her hand over where he placed another kiss to her wrist. She felt his plump lips caress and drag over her skin. It was tender and soft. Another kiss moved to the palm of her hand. His eyes were wide. She told herself to pull away, but had been caught under his spell. He placed another kiss, this time though, his tongue swept out, gliding over her palm. Her panties got wet on cue and she wondered if that was his plan. One last chaste kiss was placed before he released her. The room spun and she wanted nothing more than to climb over the counter and into his strong arms.
She was rendered speechless, her tongue unable to form words. She fumbled with the bills and made his change, dropping half of it before she could give it to him. “Thank you.” She managed not to stutter and felt semi-victorious.
Dane picked up the box and offered one more of his heated glances, the kind that burned her from the inside out. This time though, there was a tone of seriousness, as if he wasn’t playing around. She creamed her panties at that very moment and helplessly watched as he turned and strolled in his easy gait toward the door. The bell chimed as he exited. The bell somehow woke her from her lust-induced coma. Behind her, she heard Sami squeal.
The unsettled heat between her legs did nothing more than make Lane’s day long and uncomfortable. Dane offered an invitation without words, speaking to her over-ambitious pussy that throbbed with want. She wiggled, at times catching the hem of her pants just right so that it would rub against her sensitive clit. Her nipples were stiff peaks and out of all the things she was grateful for today, it was her padded bra.
Outside of her racing libido, Lane’s mind was a wasteland created by the warzone of memories that still hung and reminded her daily that she could be next. She still wondered if Joe would really kill her. They had been involved emotionally and sexually. Those thoughts did nothing more than disturb her even more. In reality, she felt she couldn’t pick a decent guy if given the challenge. Dane pushed her flesh buttons, but underneath his sexual bravado and sinfully hot body, was he a good man? She thought Joe was a good man. She snorted while thinking of him again. Maybe she’d do well just to steer clear of men period.
“Five minutes to go. Five minutes to go.” Sami chanted and danced around. Of course she was deliriously happy about closing time. She had two men who adored her waiting at home.
Lane had met Sami’s husbands, Jameson and Will Wyatt. As she suspected, the pair was as goofy in love with their bride as Jed and Luther were with Liz. Karma had been delivering some tough blows over the years, starting with Lane’s modeling career. It would seem, she thought, that forces out of her control were keeping her from any kind of happiness. She couldn’t even pick a nice man to date.
Business seemed to wane near closing time so Lane walked to the front door to lock up. With one minute to go, who would notice anyway? She reached for the sign about the time a couple pushed through the front door. She immediately recognized the man as Jackson Stone. She only knew him from a distance. Liz had pointed him out from a crowd during one of their recent outings.
“Oh, umm…hi Lieutenant Stone.”
“Reece, this is Trinity.” Jackson nodded in the woman’s direction.
Lane felt unsettled around the pair, Jackson’s body seemed rigid and he acted overall uncomfortable. Liz told her a lot about different residents of the island, especially the officers from the station. From what she understood, Jackson really didn’t date. She wondered if maybe they shared the same thoughts about the opposite sex.
“I’m sorry we barged in on you last minute. I know you were about to close, but I have an emergency. Must have chocolate or all men within ten feet of me might be in grave peril,” Trinity spoke with a bright smile crossing her beautiful face.
Lane laughed. “Well, we can’t have that now can we? Let’s see what we can do about your emergency. I was just about to put everything away, so you caught me just in time.” She went about closing up, turning the sign in the window to closed.
“Bless you.” Trinity beamed and followed her to the counter. She looked over the remaining few cupcakes in the display case, mulling her decision. Behind her, Jackson stood with his rigid posture as if he were in pain.
Since the incident and ultimate death of a beautiful young woman at the club what seemed like yesterday, Lane kept her guard up and her mouth shut as much as humanly possible. She spent more time listening and learning to read body language in lieu of trying to get to know people through conversation. People lie, and people kill. They say and act one way, only to turn into a monster later.
Once upon a time, Lane took people at face value, a few nice words and she was sold. Those times were gone, and what was left was a suspicious person, and one that was afraid to let anyone in for fear of being hurt again. Since her arrival, she had formed a unique bond with Liz and Sami, but still kept her shields up around them.
“That one. The Sex On the Beach.” Trinity pointed and turned to Jackson, catching him staring at her ass. She looked back up at Lane and winked. “And one of the Whips and Chains Excite Me.”
Ah, yes, Lane thought, sexual frustrati
on. Jackson had it bad. His eyes seemed to smolder with desire he worked to keep in check. Trinity was quite a woman to gaze upon, she’d give him that. Her personality was genuine with a little spunk. Trinity smiled as if she knew the thoughts that were churning in Jackson’s mind. The woman was having a lot of fun at his expense.
“Two?” Jackson seemed conflicted yet stared at Trinity with his heated gaze.
“Yeah, one for me, one for you.” Trinity smiled at him like it was obvious why she’d order two.
“I don’t want a cupcake,” Jackson replied in a no nonsense tone.
“Sure, you do. Everyone wants a cupcake. And this way, I can try both without feeling like a total pig.”
Lane just watched the show unfold. Jackson wasn’t happy about being there at all. Even though he seemed irritable and obstinate, he continued to allow his gaze to take Trinity in. Trinity on the other hand seemed indifferent, bubbling with enthusiasm and enjoying the hell out of irritating him.
After Lane pulled the cupcakes out and placed them on plates for the interesting pair, she handed them forks. “You guys can hang out in here if you want. I’m just going to be cleaning up.” She couldn’t handle the building storm raging between the two of them and couldn’t wait to get away. The sexual tension buzzed through the shop, as if she didn’t have enough built up inside herself to power a small city for days as it was.
Before Lane could resume her evening chores, the door chimed again. She wanted to announce her frustration until she noticed it was Liz. Jackson greeted her and they spoke for a moment before he introduced her to the woman he was with. Lane worked to ignore it all and busied herself with cleaning instead of eavesdropping.
“Who is Jackson with?” Sami whispered when she came out of the kitchen.
“Her name is Trinity. That’s all I know.”
Sami whistled low. “Pretty girl. Do you know that’s the first time I’ve seen him with a woman in a long time?”
“Really?” Lane looked back at Jackson.
“Yeah. I always thought it would take one hell of a woman to break his outer shell and there she is.”
Lane averted her gaze and continued to clean. She wasn’t one to get involved with gossip or talk about people, but she realized instances like this were the times she learned the most about people. She overheard Liz talking about her men being out bowling and the fact she was there to take her to dinner. Lane froze. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go to dinner or enjoy spending time with Liz, but the building pressure between her legs was becoming excruciating the more she replayed the scene earlier with Dane.
“Oh, well I was just—” Lane started to speak and Liz cut her off.
“Now Reece, you know I won’t take no for an answer. It will be easier if you just give in.”
“But, I—”
Liz lifted her hands as if appraising Lane. “A pretty girl like you should socialize more. We need to find you a nice boy, or two, to spend time with. Now, you finish up here and meet me over at Mama Lupe’s. I’m in the mood for a margarita.”
Lane was in the mood for something, and it wasn’t a margarita. About that time she heard Liz extend the invitation to Jackson and Trinity. Great, she thought, that’s just what I need. Those two were so hot for each other she could barely stand to be near them for fear of combusting herself. When they declined, stating they had already eaten, Lane sighed with relief.
Before Liz left, she told Lane not to keep her waiting. Lane nodded and continued to clean with Sami nudging her when she entered the kitchen.
“Ooo, girl. Liz is on a mission to set you up with someone.”
“I don’t need to be set up with anyone.” Lane went about her duties and cringed at the thought. If she had her pick, she knew who it would be, but since her life was such a mess as it was, she knew she should just steer clear of emotional entanglements for a while or longer.
“Good luck. Liz is also known as quite the matchmaker on the island. How do you think I met her sons?” Sami laughed and finished sterilizing the counter top.
“Seriously, I don’t need a man.”
Sami leaned back against the sink and chuckled. “Everyone needs someone.”
“Not me.” Lane pulled up the garbage sack from the can and tied it. This day wouldn’t go away. All she really needed was some alone time and a nice vibrator with fresh batteries. “I’m going to take out the trash.”
Words couldn’t describe the shock Lane felt when she opened the backdoor to the alley. She stopped, stood stunned, and was powerless to move. Light flooded outside, brightening the dimly lit area and there was Trinity, her back pushed against the brick façade, one leg clad with her jeans, the other bare. Both of Trinity’s legs were wrapped around Jackson’s waist. His pants bunched around his thighs, the illumination highlighting a patch of bare skin on his ass.
A shudder rippled down her spine and sent a jolt of electricity pulsing to her pussy. She felt the sexual tension between the pair when they came in. She had watched their eyes, how they shifted and took on a lust-covered glaze with their building desire. The chemistry between them must have built to a breaking point, pushing them into a dark alley and seeking pleasures of the flesh.
The pain of embarrassment locked Lane’s knees and made every muscle in her body freeze when they noticed her standing there. She heard Jackson curse and it brought her out of her paralyzed state. “Oh shit! Sorry...I, umm, I’ll just...later.” She spun around and slammed the door behind her, still holding the bag of garbage.
Lane closed her eyes and felt what seemed like a thousand emotions racing through her body. She was embarrassed and shocked. The sight had mesmerized her and held her hostage for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was no more than a couple of seconds. The pounding of her heart and the rushing of adrenaline made her hands shake uncontrollably.
“I thought you were taking out the trash?” Sami turned off the light in the kitchen and stood watching her with a confused expression. “Why are you standing there holding the trash?”
“Um, I—” Lane looked down at the bag clutched tightly between her fingers. “A dog, there was a big dog out there and it scared me.”
“Really?” Sami walked her direction. “It must have been one big-ass dog then. You look like you saw a ghost.”
Lane trembled and fidgeted when she stood upright. Sweat between the palm of her hand and the plastic of the bag made a slippery surface. The heavy weight of the refuse slid from her grip and plopped to the concrete floor.
“I’m not scared of a dog. I’ll take the trash out.” Sami grabbed the bag.
“No!” Lane blocked the door. Jackson and Trinity didn’t need any more eyes ogling them. Likely, they were as embarrassed as she was.
“What’s with you? The dog is probably long gone by now.” Sami pushed around Lane and opened the door.
Lane cringed and waited for Sami to hightail it back inside.
Sami re-entered. “Like I said, the dog is gone.”
“So, you didn’t see anything out there?”
“Yeah, I saw the trash can. Pfft. Go have dinner with Liz and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
* * * *
For the last two weeks, Bannock had watched Reece. Somehow she had managed to fool everyone, except him, he thought. From the outside, everyone saw the buxom beauty with her brilliant red hair and bright green eyes. He’d heard she was friendly and spunky with a smile that could melt ice caps. Bannock saw a different side. The image of how she looked the night she arrived with tear-stained eyes, delivered by a man in a suit was still as fresh as if it happened yesterday. She had been escorted to the island and he was still determined to find out why.
Bannock had also ran her name in the PNC, the Police National Computer database. He wasn’t surprised to see a clean record, but it’s what he didn’t see that bothered him. He researched further, even asking his mother about Jed and Luther’s brother. Indeed, they had a brother residing in Kansas all right, with two sons and
two sons only. There was also no birth certificate on file for a Reece Wyatt.
Until today, Bannock had let it go. He had known the Wyatts his entire life and doubted they would harbor just anyone. But why were they harboring Reece? What did she do? And what was she involved in? He needed to find answers before Dane got sucked in by her charm any more than he already was.
“What can I bring to poker night?” Jackson reminded Bannock of their monthly game.
“That’s tomorrow?” Bannock couldn’t seem to summon the energy he normally got for game night. Generally, he stopped by his parents’ grocery store and picked up his standing order of Cuban cigars.
“Yeah, second Saturday of the month.” Jackson sat down and leisurely plopped his booted feet up on Bannock’s desk. “So, what’s the story?”
Bannock glanced up, tread from Jackson’s boots greeting him in return. “Lots of paperwork.”
“Don’t give me that shit, Bannock. Out with it.”
“It’s nothing.” Bannock waved a hand of dismissal.
“You may fool others, but I know something’s up.”
Bannock glared. “I said it’s nothing.”
“Yeah, I’m not buying it. Also, your intimidation techniques could use some work.”
Thoughts of Dane getting involved with Reece and the facts surrounding her bothered him. What was worse was Dane’s desire to put her between them. Dane was his best friend and rock, someone he grew accustomed to seeing and talking to everyday. Dane had been there when Bannock’s life was on rocky ground, urging him to get up and keep going. If it were not for Dane’s close friendship or Jackson’s, he may well be a secluded recluse peeping through the blinds by now.
“What the fuck, man? We’ve been best friends our entire life, went to boot camp together, served in Afghanistan, and you can’t level with me?” Jackson sounded irritated with him.
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