The door chimed when he entered. Sami looked up from the counter and glared. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
“I deserve that.” He owned up to her statement. “Is she here?”
Sami looked over her shoulder. “It depends.”
“I–I–I was wrong. I’m not good at this.” Bannock grumbled and paced the floor while giving his hair a hand job.
“Oh, my goodness.” A smile broke across Sami’s face.
“Yeah.” Bannock had it bad and Sami noticed.
“You better act fast. She’s creating a new cupcake in there.”
“A new cupcake?”
“Yeah, and she’s calling it, It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere. Better hurry before she drinks the ingredients.”
Bannock rushed around the counter and burst into the kitchen area. Lane was crying, mixing batter in a bowl with a bottle of tequila beside it. “Lane.”
She turned and looked at him with red eyes, a single tear rolling over her lip. “I might change the name of this cupcake to fuck it.”
“No, honey.” Bannock moved closer and put his hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”
Lane sniffled with a laugh echoing throughout the small space. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have believed I could find happiness.” She stirred extra hard and sloshed batter over the counter. “But on the brighter side, the frosting for the cakes rocks.” She dipped her finger into a bowl on the counter. “If the sugar doesn’t get ya, the alcohol will.”
Bannock grabbed her hand, startling her. She froze and looked into his eyes. His heart beat quickly as panic tore through him. He wanted her, but didn’t know how to express what he was feeling. He was scared to open up, to love again, until now.
“Lane, I”—he tried to speak—“it’s like this.” He growled out his frustration. “I, fuck!” He pulled her frosting coated finger into his mouth and sucked off the sugary creation.
Lane gasped and then hummed. Her eyes opened wide with surprise and then closed when he swirled his tongue and sucked harder.
He let go and smiled as he cradled her hand in his. Her eyes fluttered open and her lips perked up.
“I’m not good with words. I can’t write poetry. I can’t sing you a song…”
“Shut up and kiss me.” She pulled him with force until they connected.
Bannock held her closer as their tongues entwined, dancing together with the taste of sweet frosting comingling between them. It felt so wonderful to hold her in his arms and feel the passion she projected through her kiss. He had been an idiot. The word tumbled through his mind while Lane’s sweet perfume heightened his arousal. She was everything he had ever wanted or needed and didn’t realize it until now.
A spoon fell from the counter and clattered on the floor. Neither paid it any attention and continued, fueled by the passion they had kept locked away. Lane gripped his uniform tight. Emotions channeled between them. Bannock felt a sense of understanding and forgiveness. Her kiss was so sweet and so tender, it melted what was left of his heart.
“I closed for lunch. You two lovebirds have an hour.” Sami yelled from the counter and Lane giggled.
“A whole hour, huh?” Bannock smiled down on her.
When the door closed, Bannock lifted Lane up and sat her on the counter. They were eye level and Bannock caressed her cheek and smiled. “I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.” Her kind eyes smiled back, glistening with more tears. “Don’t cry. Please, no more tears. I fear you’ve shed too many lately.”
Lane nodded and let out a shaky giggle. “Kiss me again, Bannock.”
He closed the gap and gently brushed his lips over hers. She was soft and sweet, luscious with womanly curves, long legs, and a breathtaking smile. He groaned as their kiss deepened and ran his hands through her hair, his kiss becoming more urgent. Lane hummed with enthusiasm and wrapped her legs around his waist. Blood raced to his cock immediately as images of her naked body in his shower appeared. What a fool he had been. He wanted to touch her then, but held back. It had been maddening, painful even.
Lane began to unbutton his shirt and slowly nipped his bottom lip.
“Here?” His voice was deep and raspy.
“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth and continued to work down his shirt, releasing button after button.
He kissed down her neck with a growl erupting from deep inside. Lane arched her back and allowed her hair to fall back. Bannock trembled before pushing his hands under her shirt and shoving it up. Lane lifted her arms and allowed him to take it off. Her chest rose and fell with short breaths. Her breasts bunched out of her cute pink bra.
“Gorgeous.” He traced the outline of her bra before reaching back and unhooking it. Her breasts were so full, perfectly shaped. Hard nipples beckoned him to taste. Slowly he eased the straps of the bra down her arms and tossed it to the floor. He took her in for a moment, mesmerized by her beauty and her pale alabaster skin. “Lord, have mercy.” He traced her areola with his finger. Tentatively, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her nipple. She gasped and gripped the hair on his head, pulling him closer and demanding more. He suckled her breast, pulling it deeply, thrashing his over her hardened peak.
“Mmm, yesss,” she cried out and squeezed her legs around his waist tighter.
He gave her other breast attention, holding the globe in his hand with his other hand gliding down her smooth back. When he got to her hip, he tightened his grip and gently thrust his hips up, trying to grind away the pain concealed behind his trousers.
“Your gun is digging into my thigh,” Lane said with a purr.
“It isn’t my gun, sweetheart.”
She moaned with pleasure and pulled him up to her face, kissing him deeply. He unhooked his belt and allowed it to fall to the floor with a loud thud.
Lane reached down and stroked him. He hissed, wanting nothing more than to take her, but at the same time working to be gentle and loving.
“Loaded weapon?”
“You have no idea.” He growled and fumbled with the fly of her jeans. Patience wasn’t a quality he was known for. He tugged at her shorts and she rocked back and forth so he could peel them down, along with her panties. “Oh, god, no.” He fell forward and nuzzled her neck. He was so out of practice he realized he was missing one very important item.
“Need one of these?” A voice called and Dane entered the kitchen with his signature cocky smile.
Bannock trembled at the sight of him. He hoped Dane didn’t think he was trying to steal Lane away, because he wasn’t.
“Thanks for the invite.” Dane came closer, holding the condom in the air with smug satisfaction.
Lane giggled. “How did you get in?”
In his other hand, Dane held up a key. “Liz entrusted me with this years ago in case of an emergency.” He waltzed over next to them and pulled Lane to his mouth, kissing her and making her moan. When he broke away he laughed. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her.” He poked the condom into Bannock’s hand.
Bannock was so hard up and so nervous, he didn’t know what to do. This was awkward, but a hot awkward that pulsed more blood into his cock if that were possible.
“Don’t mind me.” Dane teased and swiped his finger through the bowl of frosting. He dabbed each of Lane’s nipples, giving them a liberal dollop. “Mmm, good enough to eat.” Dane fell to her breast and Lane gasped with pleasure.
Bannock couldn’t wait, the throbbing sensation was increasing the longer the scene played out. He reached out and stroked Lane’s pussy. She was slick and wet, ready to take him in. She hummed when he rubbed her clit.
“Yeah, oooh, yes, just like that.”
Not much of a lefty, Bannock fumbled and twisted the button on his slacks. His right hand was busy pulling sweet cries from Lane, the sound becoming music to his ears. Dane made short work of the frosting and gathered up more on his finger.
“Have you tried this yet?” Dane hummed and went back to work.
Lane let out a giggle that turned to a loud moan when Bannock thrust his finger in her tight pussy. Hot, wet, and tight, Bannock hummed and cursed himself for denying her the other night. The sweet moans and the scent of her arousal heightened his desire. He plunged inside, wiggling his finger, with his teeth working to tear open the condom wrapper with his left hand he couldn’t make work like he wanted to.
Bingo. His hand shook almost uncontrollably as he rolled the condom down his aching shaft. Lane’s cries intensified and he increased his rhythm.
Dane groaned and looked back at him while his thumb circled her nipple. “Make her come, Bannock.”
Lane let go and squealed with excitement. She gripped Dane’s bicep, writhing and bucking her hips into Bannock’s hand. Dane kissed her hard as she whimpered. Bannock’s control was shot. He opened her wide and wrapped his right arm up under her leg, positioning himself.
“Please!” Lane rasped out between kisses.
Bannock surged forward and buried himself deep. “Holy hell!”
“I told you she was tight.” Dane reached down and strummed her nub as Bannock eased out and thrust in again and again.
Lane panted between her cries. Her bright green eyes were narrowed, sultry, and sexy as hell with lust. She reached for the belt on Dane’s jeans and tried to hold herself on the counter with her left hand.
“Easy, baby, I’ve got you.” Bannock reached under her and picked her up from the counter.
Dane positioned himself behind her and began to kiss and massage her back. Lane held Bannock’s waist with her legs as he lifted her up and plunged her down on his shaft.
“Yes, Bannock.” She kissed him erratically. He could feel her muscles flex, her inner walls gripping him tight as she worked to lift herself and ride him.
“We need a better spot.” Bannock turned and carried her around the corner. They crashed into a wall. Bannock pushed her back and poured all his energy into his hips, fucking her with all the desire he had pent up.
Dane shoved the chairs away from the table and shoved his jeans down to his ankles. His cock extended, ready and waiting his turn. Bannock slowed and lovingly kissed Lane. She purred, vibrating his mouth with her tongue. He pulled out and sat her feet down on the floor and directed her to the table. Dane sat back, his cock jutting straight up, straining and begging for attention.
“Suck his cock, baby.” Bannock couldn’t believe he was so turned on and how hot it was to have Dane a part of it. Lane sucked him in and Bannock watched Dane’s eyes roll back.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Dane hissed.
Bannock slapped Lane’s cute, round ass and she lurched forward with a squeal. She returned and glanced over her shoulder. “Do it again.”
He complied, striking her other cheek with just enough force to leave a slight sting, but nothing more. She moaned with pleasure and began to suck Dane again. She wiggled her ass as an invitation and Bannock smiled. Her wetness glistened in the light. The woman was too hot for words. He gathered her sweet juices and nudged her tight hole.
“Oh, god.” Her muscles tightened.
Bannock eased his cock again into her pussy and slowly pumped long and deep. He leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder. “Have you ever been taken here?” He wiggled his thumb.
“No,” she gasped. “Never.”
Dane brushed her hair away from her face. “She’ll love it, Bannock. I fingered her tight ass the other night and she blew like a volcano.”
“Mmm.” Lane relaxed and licked the head of Dane’s cock.
“I won’t take you here now,” Bannock growled with a renewed vigor and began to fuck her harder. “But later I will most definitely be taking this virgin ass.”
“Yessss!” Lane wailed and followed her hand with her mouth down Dane’s cock.
Their skin slapped together as Bannock delivered thrust after thrust. He rimmed her tiny hole, so excited over the thought of impaling his dick there. Most women wouldn’t even try anal. He loved it and couldn’t wait to put her in the middle. Somewhere a switch was flipped and everything he believed would turn him off had the opposite effect. Now he was wound tight, ready to explore and to share with Dane.
“Oh, baby, easy. I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.” Dane leaned forward and took her cheeks in his hand and kissed her. “I want to be inside you.”
Bannock slowed and smacked her ass. He rubbed the area and pulled out. “Put a condom on him.”
Lane grinned and knelt down to search Dane’s pockets. “You didn’t just bring one did you?”
“Oh, hell no. I brought lots.”
Lane stood up and tore open the foil packet. Dane hissed with enthusiasm as Bannock palmed her breasts and pinched her nipples.
“Aren’t her breasts perfect man?” Dane said with a growl. Lane rolled the condom down the length of him and then teased his balls with her fingers. “Get up here and ride me, beautiful.”
Bannock helped her onto the table. She positioned herself above Dane’s cock and slowly eased down until he disappeared.
“Fuck!” Dane gasped and grabbed her hips, lifted her, and guided her back down.
Lane moaned with her nails digging into Dane’s chest and wrinkling up his t-shirt. She rose and fell, their voices blended as cries of their pleasure escaped their lips. Bannock kissed her right cheek before biting down on her shoulder.
“Oh, yes, yes.” Lane wailed
“I don’t know what you’re doing man, but keep it up. Her pussy clenched my dick tight.”
Bannock slapped her ass and her voice rose as well as Dane’s.
“Oh, son of a bitch!” Dane growled, “So tight, so awesome.”
Bannock kicked off his shoes and the pants that were still around his ankles. His hand trembled while he stroked himself. The desire to join was too much to handle. Sheathing himself with latex, his heart pounded. Lube? A bottle of cooking oil sat on the counter. Not at all the best item to use, but he had to have something. After giving his cock a liberal coating, he climbed up behind Lane. He rested his weight on his left knee and steadied himself with his right foot while straddling them.
Lane’s body rose and fell. Light moans filled the room and increased when Bannock breached her rosebud. “Deep breath, relax. That’s it.” His voice came out as a deep rumble.
Lane hissed and her muscles tightened around his finger. “It hurts a little.”
“I’ll be gentle, sweetheart. Just let Dane make you feel good. In a moment the pain will go away and pleasure will take over.” Bannock slowly worked her oil-slickened entrance. He couldn’t wait to feel his cock slide in and experience her muscles contracting around him.
“I’ve never—” she moaned when Dane thrust up hard.
Bannock leaned forward close to her ear. “Me either.”
When he eased his cock in her tight channel, she hummed and Dane moaned. Dane reached around and caressed Lane’s ass and slid his hands down to her thighs and opened her wider. “Baby, we’re both going to have you at the same time. Are you ready?”
Lane whimpered and nodded her head. Bannock gently pushed into her ass and hissed from the heavenly sensation that traveled from the tip of his dick and spread to every region of his body. Lane groaned loudly and gripped Dane’s shirt. Bannock felt his stomach quiver, the event so hot his balls drew up tight. God it felt exquisite. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to take over. He stilled to allow Lane a moment to become accustomed to both of their cocks stretching her.
“That’s it, sweetheart, nice and easy,” Bannock coaxed and held her waist firmly.
“Wow, that it amazing.” Lane sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. When she did, Bannock slid all the way in.
“Damn!” Dane hissed out a breath and began to move his hips. “Give it to her, Bannock. Make her cum so hard she’ll never deny us.”
Lane writhed between and pulled all of her hair to one side, exposing her slender neck. Bannock leaned forward and nipped her tender flesh. His hips
began a slow and torturous assault. He couldn’t take it, the stimulation so great it was pushing him close to his peak.
“Harder, Bannock,” Lane pleaded.
Bannock held her hips and thrust faster, deeper. Dane moved, but was in an awkward position. His cock was hard against Bannock’s and he was powerless to control the momentum.
“Oh, hell.” Dane groaned with Lane’s whimpers stroking their egos. “Fuck her, Bannock. Yeah, just like that.”
Lane wailed when she reached her summit, pushing Bannock to his. He let out a yell and hissed as he plunged in one last time and erupted. Dane shouted and followed them.
They panted, trying to catch their breath. Dane pulled Lane down and kissed her sweetly. “Baby, you were awesome.”
Bannock ran his hands over her silky skin and brushed his lips over her spine, making her giggle.
“I’m light headed.” Lane sat up on her knees. Dane’s semi-erect cock plopped out, wet from her cum. “That was so wild.” She turned and motioned for Bannock to come closer.
The table wobbled about the time their lips met and crashed to the floor. Bannock fell over the side and rolled off onto the cold concrete floor. Dane sounded off with a loud oof! And Lane squealed from the surprise.
“Holy hell!” Dane groaned and Lane crawled off the table. “I didn’t see that coming.”
Lane stood up and her legs quivered. She giggled and covered her mouth. “Oh, god, what am I going to tell Liz?”
“I’ll replace the table.” Bannock pushed up to his feet and pulled Lane to him. “Kiss me.”
As their mouths engaged in a sweet and sensual kiss, Dane growled as he tried to get to his feet. He made a lot of noise. The broken up wood clattered as it slid beneath his feet. “Oh, sure, leave the bottom guy out.” He complained and lost footing, falling to his ass on the busted up table.
Lane laughed and turned to offer her hand. “I’m so sorry, Dane.”
Bannock reached out and pulled Dane upright. “You all right, man?”
“My back is a little sore.” Dane beamed. “But god damn, wasn’t that the hottest adventure?”
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