Chapter 6
Dane
The Bronze Horseman hadn't been here when we'd left Capricorn Cove ten years ago.
But then, Ella Bronze had still been in high school back then.
Now, she and Anika Sharif, another blast from our past, had built an exceptional venue.
Not too big, not too small, the place had a homey but still classy feel to it.
They'd added an outdoor area with a small stage for those long summer nights.
We were fast approaching the end of summer, but the heat still hung in the air, and the long afternoon light fell across Blue's face, lighting her in a way I'd only ever dreamed.
We'd eaten, then sat chatting and nursing a few beers while enjoying the warm evening. She'd turned to watch the band, a satisfied, happy smile on her face. Her body shifted in her seat, her shoulders swaying in time with the hot salsa number.
"You wanna dance?" Drake asked her, his eyes, like mine, dipping to the deep v of her shirt. Her gorgeous tits jiggled as she swayed.
"Love to," she beamed, immediately standing.
I sighed, throwing back the last of my beer and resigning myself to looking foolish as I tried to keep up with these two.
On the dance floor, we sandwiched her between us. My hands falling on her hips, Drake's on her butt. We swayed in time to the music, pressing close, stealing kisses between laughter.
The songs flowed, from one to another, and we were lost in each other. I didn't pay any mind to the looks or whispers; all my concentration was on the beautiful woman before me. Oh, and the guy dancing with her—he wasn't half bad, either.
The band called for a break, and Blue broke away, laughing as she called over her shoulder, "grab me a drink. I gotta pee." She disappeared into the crowd.
"Find us a table. I'll get the beers," I told Drake.
The line moved quickly, Ella working it with precision.
"Hey Dane, welcome back to town." She tilted her head, a genuine smile on her face. "Let me guess, two ciders and a coke?"
"That's it," I agreed. As she handed over the drinks, a shiny piece caught my eye.
"Wow, didn't realise you were married. Congratulations."
She laughed. "Engaged, but we're planning the wedding at the moment. Actually, you guys should meet him. I heard through the grapevine that you fired Simon."
I cocked a brow. "Your guy is into boats?"
“Honey.” She leaned forward, a teasing smile lighting her face. "His boats put all others to shame." She reached into her back pocket, pulling free a card to hand me.
"You just keep a stack of these in your pocket?"
She winked as I took it.
"Gotta support my man.” She grinned. “But seriously, give Gunnar a call. He and his brother own Thor's Shipbuilding. They've just finished setting up their second workshop down here and are ready to take on new clients."
I lifted the cardboard carton loaded with our drinks. "Cheers, I'll look him up this week."
"Have a nice night, and say hi to Drake for me." Her smile turned wicked. “And tell Blue I’m looking forward to Book Club.”
Before I could ask her what she meant, she turned away, moving to serve the next customer.
I shifted, searching for and finding Drake sitting at a long table, chatting with some guys. He'd snagged the bottom half of the table, three seats along the same side. I placed the drinks on the table, glancing around.
"You seen Blue?"
"Nope," Drake reached for his beer. "You switching?” he asked, nodding to the can of soda.
"Yeah, gotta get your sorry asses home."
He laughed, bumping me with his shoulder. "You get me some chips?"
"Jesus, you're a bottomless pit." I rolled my eyes. "Fine, stay here."
"Order inside; it's quicker," one of the guys at the table helpfully informed me.
"Thanks, be right back," I headed toward the main venue, dodging the milling crowd and nodding greetings to old friends and acquaintances.
Inside, the restaurant was dimly lit, a few tables taken up by couples, but most were outside enjoying the final few weeks of summer. I placed an order and then hit the john before heading back out.
I'd finished and was leaving when I heard Blue's voice cut through the chatter in the long line waiting to use the female toilet. The conversations slowed around me, all turning to listen to the voices carrying from inside the restroom.
"I don't want to hear it, Hannah." Her tone put me on high alert. She sounded colder than ice and madder than hell. I bristled, ready to charge in if needed. I slipped my phone from my pocket, texting a quick message to Drake.
Dane
Inside. Toilets. SOS.
"But,” Hannah Sharp's voice sounded stiff. "I'm only trying to give you some advice, honey."
"Okay, one, I'm not your honey. Two, I don't require unsolicited advice about how to keep my men happy. We're ecstatic without your input.”
"I have no doubt about that,” Hannah replied quickly. "But, you know, it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. Just in case a—" she paused, "—real woman tries to—"
"Whoa," Blue snapped. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back the fuck up. Real woman? Who do you think you are, Hannah Sharp? A real woman? As opposed to what? A plastic barbie doll?"
"That's not what I meant—“
Blue cut her off. "Thanks for trying to undermine me, but, unlike you, shitty high school tactics no longer work on me. Bye."
I watched, waiting for my girl to appear. She didn't disappoint. Her hair flowed behind her in a midnight cloud, her tight shirt clinging to every curve, while her denim skirt moulded to her thick thighs in a way that made me want to wrap them around my head.
"Oh," she pulled up, blinking twice at me in the dim light. "Dane, I—"
I caught sight of Hannah over her shoulder as she exited the restroom with a pinched look on her face.
"Yo, Hannah," I called, nodding at her. Hannah's eyes widened, the colour draining from her face. "You ever talk shit to my woman, or, hell, any other woman in town, I will personally see you suddenly need to move. Got it?"
She nodded, her eyes still wide. I felt a touch of satisfaction at the glint of fear I caught in them.
I looked back at my girl. "You good?"
She grinned, crossing her arms, one hip cocked to the side. "I had it."
"I know," I hooked a finger into the pocket of her skirt, reeling her in. "Doesn't mean I don't need to stake a claim, back you up."
"Caveman," she muttered, letting me fist her hair.
"Fuck yeah," my lips found hers, declaring her mine in front of God, man, and all the gawkers.
"You know," Drake drawled from behind me. "This doesn't exactly look like an emergency."
I chuckled, withdrawing. "Come kiss our girlfriend."
With the gossips still watching, Drake sauntered down the hall, wrapping an arm around me and pressing a kiss to our girl's lips.
"You okay, babe?"
"Perfect," she whispered, beaming at us. "But let's go home. I'm ready for bed."
The way she said bed suggested that sleep was the very last thing on her mind. We pulled away, food forgotten, before heading outside.
The sun had dropped below the horizon, the light now dim in the rapidly darkening sky. Above us, fairy lights twinkled while staff moved about lighting candles and turning on softly glowing mood lamps.
"Actually, let's go to the beach," Drake suggested, guiding us to the truck. "I wanna watch you fuck our girl under the moonlight."
"Oh," Blue pushed her bottom lip out, pouting. "But I wanted to suck you both off."
We froze, the vision of her laving that perfectly pink little tongue over our cocks sending me hard in an instant.
"That," I grunted. "Let's do that."
Drake threw the keys at me, pulling Blue into the backseat of the truck. "Drive, dude."
I grinned, putting the car in gear and twisting to reverse her out. "Just make sure you've got belts on."
"Will do," Drake muttered as he pulled Blue closer, his hands fisting at the back of her shirt, pressing her closer.
We were greedy men. Demanding, forward, and unafraid to declare what we wanted and take it.
They made out in the backseat like teens while I drove to a secluded strip of beach.
With the sun now completely down, the surfer's beach often became a lover's hang-out for frisky teens.
But it was still too early in the evening for them, making it the perfect place for us.
I pulled into a spot just behind the dunes, the night sky large and bright before us.
I got out, rounding the side of the truck to pull open the back door. Blue and Drake were locked in a tight embrace, their clothes dishevelled and their hair a mess.
Hot as fuck.
I reached down, pulling a picnic blanket from under the driver's seat. Drake leisurely wrapped up their make-out session, soothing Blue's protesting whimper with a quiet whisper of assurance that more would come.
Oh, honey. You have no idea
"Come on," Drake commanded, pulling them both out of the truck. "Dane wants a little something too."
Blue looked over at me, her mouth swollen, eyes a little dazed. I fell in behind them, watching in satisfaction as they stumbled in the sand, laughing as they led us down to the beach.
While they kicked sand at each other, I scouted for a sheltered nook, spreading the blanket and settling down to watch.
Blue snatched up a fistful of sand, tossing it at Drake. He roared, dashing at her, gently dropping a shoulder to her stomach and throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman hold.
"Drake!” she shrieked, her dark hair tumbling down, her shirt slipping to reveal the shape of her back, her dark skin beautiful in the moonlight.
The small glimpse broke my control.
"Bring her here."