Page 1 of The Triple Threat

The girl looking over at me was damn cute. The huge rack just made her all the more delectable. Her tight jeans looked as though they’d been sprayed on, and those tits of hers were pouring out of a low-cut top.

As she looked over at me and licked her lips, I couldn’t help but imagine what my dick resting between those two globes of sheer joy would feel like. Heaven I bet. Carter, my best buddy, nudged me with his elbow and growled from the back of his throat.

“She wants you man, so damn much.”

“Yep,” I replied, unable to take my eyes from her. “She’s got a girlfriend with her too.”

“I know and she’s got the ass of a damn angel. Sheeeit, will you look at that.”

I stared over at the blonde who was bent over the pool table and while it was a pretty spectacular ass, my attention was fully on her friend’s tits.

“We going over there?” Carter asked, puffing out his chest.

“Yep.”

“I get the bedroom.”

“You had it last time,” I complained, my eyes still on the prize.

“It’s my fucking apartment. If you want a bed take her back to your house.”

“Like that’s going to happen,” I scoffed. “My pop and my aunts are having a card night.”

Carter chuckled beside me. “You really need to get your own place. Get your pop to build something on all that fucking space you’ve got.”

“And what do you propose we do with all the heifers and steers?”

“There’s plenty of land.”

“Yeah, right next to my pop’s place so what would be the point of that because you know Janice-Ann and Lynn-Ann will have their telescope aimed permanently at my bedroom window to check who is going in and out.”

Carter poked me in the shoulder bringing my gaze to his. “So, what you’re saying is you’re going to stay living with them and your pop and not getting any, just in case they spy on you?”

“I get plenty.” I said and poked him right back.

“Well, if you’re happy getting it on my sofa or in the bed of your truck then...” He shrugged and turned back to the view at the pool table.

I knew what he was saying but I didn’t see the point of having a house built or buying an apartment in town, particularly as the main house would be mine one day. Pop reckoned once he met someone he wanted to settle down with, he’d retire from the ranch and move into town and set my aunts up in a nice little place of their own. And yeah, you heard me right, when he found someone he wanted to settle down with – you see my pop was a good-looking bastard who was desperate to find me a stepmom and had been for the last three years. My mom had passed away seven before, when I was nineteen. It had taken Pop four years before he could even think about another woman and by then his balls were so blue, he decided it was time to screw his way around three counties to find the next Mrs. Delaney.

As I wondered where I’d fuck the brunette if she didn’t like the idea of Carter’s sofa, I didn’t notice the person who’d joined us until I heard her.

“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,” she said, standing close to my side. “You boys really are slumming it tonight aren’t you.”

“Fuck off, Ellie,” Carter said.

“Just looking out for you both,” she replied and folded her arms across her chest—which had to be said was one of THE best in the whole of Texas; but hey she was my best friend’s little sister and a pain in the ass. Ellie Maples’ tits were kinda like having a cold beer locked in a glass box on a roasting hot day—the idea of it was fantastic, but you just couldn’t touch it.

“We’re fine.” Carter growled. “Now go home to Mom and Dad.”

Ellie let out a deep belly laugh and stamped her foot hard on the wooden floor of the Stars & Stripes bar.

“Oh boys, how can you say you’re fine?” she asked, turning to stand in front of us and placing a hand on each of our shoulders. “When clearly you’re not thinking straight.”

“How so?” I asked as I looked around her and noticed Jimmy Foster, our fire chief, had moved in on the girls at the pool table with his best friend Dusty Chalmers, owner of the town auto repair shop.

Ellie moved to block my view and smiled, her brows almost up in her hairline.

“If you were thinking straight, Hunter Delaney you wouldn’t be willing to put yourselves at risk now, would you?”