Lane pulled his lips to hers. He moaned and fell into her kiss. Bannock moved up behind Lane and pressed his chest against her back. He nuzzled her neck with more satisfaction and joy than he had felt in years, making his heart swell.
“Oh, my. My, my, my. I believe I’ll be in real trouble around you two.” She looked at Dane and then turned to gaze at Bannock. “Maybe next time you can arrest me first.”
“Oh, baby, the fun is just beginning.”
“Mmm, you better stop putting images in my head or we’ll leave the closed sign up all day.”
Lane glanced over at the clock. “Oh, no you won’t. Sami will be back any minute.”
The three of them scrambled around, seeking their clothes. Lane ran into the kitchen while Bannock traded items they picked up off the floor.
“Hey, gimme those.” Dane jerked his boxers out of Bannock’s hand.
“Where is my damn shoe?” Bannock hurried around like a teenager about to be caught by his parents.
“Is that it under the table?” Dane sat on the floor and pulled his boots on.
The front door dinged and Bannock jerked his shoes from under the pile of wood that was once a table. “Oh, geesh. This looks really bad.”
Dane chuckled and stood up as Lane came fully dressed from the kitchen. “Oh, hi Sami.” She stopped in front of the entrance to the break room, blocking Sami.
“Hi, Reece.” Sami’s voice sounded questioning and uncertain. “Is Bannock still here?”
“Yes, I am.” Bannock walked up behind Lane. “How was lunch?”
Sami burst out laughing.
“What’s funny?” Bannock looked around and Sami pointed. He looked down. His shirt tail was sticking out of his pants where his fly was wide open.
Dane came out of the break room and Sami gasped. “Oh, my goodness. What do we have here?” She pranced over to Dane and smoothed the wrinkled cotton fabric of shirt. “Hmm, looks like someone had an eventful lunch. If you lovebirds will excuse me, I need to put my take out box in the refrigerator.”
“Uh, no. I’ll take it for you.” Lane tried to grab the box from Sami’s hand.
“I can put up my lunch, Reece.”
“Why do it when I can do it for you?” Lane again reached for the box.
“What in the hell happened in the break room?” Sami lifted a brow as a wide grin spread across her face.
“Oh, Dane had an accident.”
“What? Me? Oh, I see, blame me.” Dane threw his hands in the air.
“I see. So what is in there that I don’t want to see?”
All three of them shrugged innocently at Sami.
“I guess I’ll have to see for myself.” She pushed past them and stopped abruptly. “Holy fuck! What happened to the table?”
“Dane broke it.” Bannock called.
Dane pushed him back a step and grinned. “No, we broke it.”
Sami began laughing so hard she fell to the floor on her knees. “Oh, my god, who was on the bottom?” She turned and looked at the three of them.
Dane raised his hand slowly.
“Man, is your back okay?”
“I think I’ll live.” Dane tried to wipe the smile from his face and his cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
“Jesus Christ. We can’t even fix this.” Sami had crawled over the mess of broken wood.
“We’ll have a new table in here by the end of the day.” Bannock surveyed what was left in a pathetic mess on the floor. Next time, he thought, a bed would be more appropriate.
Chapter 10
Lane stretched when she awoke and smiled as the bright sunlight filtered into her room. Two days had passed since she, Dane, and Bannock broke the table at Naughty Sprinkles. She giggled when she recalled the shock on Sami’s face when she saw it. As for Bannock and Dane, they were embarrassed. She more than likely had a red face, too, she guessed, and flipped off her blanket to start her day.
Liz had a great time at her expense and wrote up a mock bill for damages to property for Bannock and Dane. Luther had laughed so hard tears rolled down his cheeks. Lane was sure Bannock’s fellow officers were having oodles of fun with it as well.
The night before, Lane had slept peacefully, and she had since that day. Later that evening, she sat Bannock and Dane down and told them everything that happened and that brought her to Sunset Point as a result. At first the news shocked Dane then he started acting as overprotective as Bannock. Although she felt better with her secret out between them, she worried in return she might feel a little smothered by them both wanting to protect her.
Dane wanted to use her real name in lieu of her fake one. He had a hard time remembering in public she was to be called Reece, at home Lane. After dinner with the two of them one night and a movie the next, she finally asked Dane to just call her sweetheart or something of that nature because he kept slipping.
They hated the predicament as much as she did, but until Joe and the group he was associated with were brought to justice, Lane needed to be careful. Once she had told her entire story to Bannock and Dane, a weight lifted. She wondered now if the hiding and pretending didn’t play a part in her nightmares, a constant reminder of what had transpired.
The worst seemed over with. She had the heart of not one, but two men, and adored both of them. Liz was so happy with the news she was all but planning a wedding. Lane wasn’t in a hurry for all that nonsense. Just having the love she always desired was more than enough for her.
“Well good morning, sunshine,” Liz teased when Lane bounded into the kitchen.
Lane pulled a cup down from the cabinet and grinned. “And good morning to you.”
“Love is a good look for you.”
“Well, we haven’t officially declared that it’s love yet.”
Liz snorted before letting out an infectious giggle. “The new table in my shop says otherwise. By the way, how come the two of them haven’t convinced you to move in with them? Don’t get me wrong, I love having you here, but I’m very surprised considering they know everything now.”
Lane blushed. “We’re really sorry about that.”
“If the three of you would like to destroy more furniture, I could really use a new couch.”
“I think we’ll stick to the bedroom from now on. As far as moving in goes, they asked, lots.” She stopped what she was doing and looked at Liz. “Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
“There is no set courtship length. Love is love.”
Lane hadn’t thought about it that way.
“Like I was saying, love is a good look for you.” Liz motioned to her. “Smiling like the cat that ate the canary already.”
“Thank you, Liz.”
“For what?”
“Everything.”
The morning hours passed quickly. Lane and Sami decorated nearly two hundred cupcakes for the impromptu wedding the day before for Maxwell, Jackson, and her new friend Trinity. With the large order of cakes and the rising tourism, business was booming and visitors into the shop never seemed to slow lately. The business had boomed so much in fact, Liz was considering another employee just to work the counter. Lane hated to close for lunch and she and Sami decided to take alternate breaks so the shop could stay open.
Lane looked up at the clock, excited to see that it was nearing eleven. Tonight she had another date with Bannock and Dane. Following would be yet another hot rendezvous. They had yet to take her like they planned again. Bannock insisted on priming her, as he called it, because he feared he would hurt her. She had been sore since the last time. The anal plug he used worked to stretch her and also created the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had. That taboo area was more sensitive than she realized and found her excitement growing for Bannock to take her there, like he did in the break room. Just being between the two was hot enough, but she loved the exploration and the new adventures.
“I’m taking my lunch now, Sami.” Lane called and Sami waved.
Lane put on her sunglasses as she st
epped out into the sunshine. The warm, fresh air and gentle breeze brought a smile to her face. She was home, she decided. No matter how the investigation ended, Lane had no intentions of leaving her newfound oasis. Sunset Point did have a hometown feel like Mr. Donaldson had said. She still laughed when she imagined Gilligan’s Island. The people were extraordinarily good-hearted people. Faces were friendly and warm when they greeted her. No one was a stranger, well, except for the tourists, but they came and went almost with the tides.
The Branding Iron was next door and Lane felt the need to build up Dane along her way. The cowbell clanked when she entered. He looked up from his work. A man sat in the chair and by the looks of it, his tattoo on his shoulder was nearly complete. Dane was a very talented tattoo artist. She wondered what other areas of art he excelled in as well.
“Hello, gorgeous.” Dane whistled and the man in the chair turned to stare.
“Back at you.” She winked and leaned against the wall to watch him work.
Dane’s hand was steady, his focus and concentration on his task was intense. She had seen many on the island inked by his hand. His work was superb, unrivaled by any that she had personally ever seen. She continued to watch him, mesmerized by his gorgeous face and sparkling blue eyes. Today he hadn’t shaved and had a little five o’clock shadow. The barbed wire tattoo around his bicep gave him a certain bad boy quality. Add to that his tight white tee, faded blue jeans, and black boots. He was quite a sight to behold, all hot and dangerous looking, but underneath, she knew he was a teddy bear.
He looked up at her with an intense and predatory gaze. His eyes sparkled with desire as he wet his lips. “You’re up to something.” His lip curved to one side. He blotted the area on the man’s arm and studied his work. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“Well, I was headed down to Designs by Lark.”
Dane held his tattoo gun away from the man’s skin and leveled his gaze on her. That got his attention. “My favorite color is blue.”
“Not pink?” she teased. He really hated that color.
“Sir, I’ll be back in just a moment.” Dane stood up and pulled both latex gloves off and tossed them into the trash. He wiggled his finger for her to follow.
Out of sight from wandering eyes, Dane pressed Lane against the wall, holding her arms above her head. His mouth locked firmly to hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She whimpered and submitted. He could easily overpower her with his strength and she loved that he could.
“You are in so much trouble later, sweetheart.”
Lane’s voice was heated and raspy as she tried to reply. Dane had already worked her into a frenzy of lust. “Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yes.” He held her wrists with one hand and with the other, he dragged his index finger slowly down the underside of her arm. She giggled when he hit a ticklish region only to moan a few seconds later when he grazed her nipple. He stopped and pinched, pulling it into a hard peak. “I bet you’re soaking wet.” He whispered between rough kisses.
“Mmm, hmm,” she whimpered as his hand moved further south.
“My naughty, naughty girl, using her lunch hour to tease me and shop for lingerie.” He nuzzled her neck and placed soft kisses down to her collarbone. “Just as I suspected.” His fingers slipped under the hem of her shorts and panties.
“Oh, Dane. Mmm.” She hummed, ready to take him.
He pulled his hand away and her pussy throbbed with want.
“Don’t stop,” she panted out the words.
“I have work to do. That was a little payback for teasing me.” He let her arms go and walked to the sink to wash his hands. “Get your hot ass down to Gaby’s shop and pick out something that screams fuck me.”
Lane trembled. She didn’t want to stop. What were these men doing to her? She went from having wishy washy feelings for sex to sex lunatic in three days. They brought out the naughty girl and she wanted to play. “Pink it is.” She sashayed past him, but not before he could swat her ass.
“I’ll rip pink right off you.” He gave her a look of warning.
“Definitely pink then.” She giggled and scurried away from him before he could leave her other ass cheek stinging.
Lane entered Gaby’s shop and was immediately in awe. Beautiful dresses and lingerie was a delight to her eyes. Everything was feminine from the décor to the apparel. Immediately Lane spied a petal-pink bra and matching panties. She pulled the lacy bra from the rack and almost put it back when Gaby Larkin greeted her.
“Hello, Reece.” Gaby smiled and her amber eyes lit up. Lane didn’t know her well, but enjoyed her spunk.
“Hi, Gaby. Wow, I’m impressed with all your creations.” Lane motioned around the store. “Did you design everything?”
Gaby grinned and glanced around. “Yes, I’ve always had a passion for designing beautiful and stunning pieces for women, especially in ways that are flattering for any body type.”
“I know I want this set for sure.” Lane handed her the pink bra and panties she had picked up. “Do you have any suggestions colorwise that will go with my crazy red hair and pale skin?”
Gaby laughed and her light brown hair bounced with enthusiasm. “Honey, you’re in good hands.”
* * * *
“Garrison!” Luther entered the room.
“Yes, sir.”
“Go and patrol the resort and keep your eyes open. There have been a few problems lately with tourists and I won’t allow it on our island.”
“Yes, sir.” Bannock rose from his desk and picked up his keys. His cell beeped with a new message.
Our little darling is at Gaby’s shop.
Bannock felt his cock twitch. He wondered what Lane would pick up. He thought maybe he should stop by, not that it was on the way, but he needed to see her. Their relationship had just bloomed and although he wanted nothing more than to wake up with her every day, he didn’t want to push too fast. For now, Lane was still staying at the Wyatts’. They were all enjoying each other, exploring and pushing boundaries, and for now, that was okay with Bannock. But soon, Bannock would like to see her under his and Dane’s roof permanently.
He pulled up and parked. Inside Lane was chatting with Gaby and holding up something pink and lacy. “Dane hates pink.”
The door chimed when he entered and both women turned their attention to him. Lane looked very delicious in her khaki shorts and white, lacy tank top. Her long legs were silky, shimming with the great body lotion that smelled like raspberries she used. He loved skimming his hands over them and loved even more to have them wrapped around his waist. She grinned mischievously as he approached. The way she smiled brightened his day.
“Hello, lover,” she teased and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Did Dane text you?”
“That would be classified information.” He leaned down and kissed her softly.
“Mmm, sounds intriguing.” She caressed his cheek and nibbled his bottom lip.
Bannock growled softly. “You know what that does to me.”
“Yes, I do. So, are you here to arrest me?” She batted her lashes provocatively.
“I wish. I have to patrol at the resort for a while.”
Lane frowned and poked out her lip as if pouting.
“Don’t give me that look,” he warned and smiled at her.
“It’s just that I’ve never been arrested before.” She trailed her fingers down his chest and licked her lips. “And not by such a hot officer either.”
Bannock chuckled. “I bet you stopped by to see Dane and left him as rock hard as you’re making me.”
Lane batted her lashes again. “Maybe.”
“Well, it may be time for a little discipline. I’m sure Dane would agree.”
“Mmm, being in trouble with you two sounds like great fun.”
“I better get down to the resort.” He leaned in for one more kiss. “I’ll see you this evening. By the way, Dane hates pink.”
“I know.” Lane shooed him from the store and waved
as he got in his car.
Damn, that woman had a hold on him, he thought and smiled. He woke up with enthusiasm he hadn’t had in years. Every day seemed to get better and better. The sex was phenomenal and hotter than he could have ever expected. Dane knew all along, Bannock would have to give him that.
He headed toward the resort, along the way keeping his eyes open for anything amiss. Too much was going on lately like Luther stated, and Bannock didn’t like it either. As he neared the resort, he noticed two men that looked out of place on the beach. “Hey, what’s up with those two fucks?”
He watched them for a while, noting their half-ass attempt to fit in with tourists. They both wore tailored slacks and crisp white button-up shirts. One guy had the sleeves rolled up, trying to beat the heat of the afternoon sun. Something was all wrong. Even the wealthiest of visitors dressed for tropical weather, these two assholes stood out against the resort clientele in skimpy bikinis, dress casual and khaki shorts.
What the hell is he showing to that woman? Bannock pulled a set of binoculars out of the glove box and peered through them. He couldn’t make anything out as clearly as he’d like. Who were they? FBI? International agents in search of bounty? He had seen it all. If indeed they were searching for a criminal, the SPPD would gladly help, but since they’d yet to hear anything, he wondered. “Garrison to dispatch.”
“Dispatch.”
“Do we have any outside law enforcement on the island?”
He waited.
“We have had no reports or contact with any agencies at this time.”
Generally, if law enforcement from the mainland came to Sunset Point, the first place they stop is the station where they identify themselves and state their business. That is simple protocol. Since these two hadn’t made their presence known, Bannock could only suspect they’re not law enforcement at all.
“Be advised, two men are questioning tourists on the beach. One Caucasian male, approximately six feet, short, black hair, around two hundred pounds. Second Caucasian male is approximately six feet as well, blond hair and around two hundred pounds. Both men are dressed in black slacks, white button up shirts, and black sunglasses.”
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