Page 102 of The Triple Threat

“You okay?” Dylan asked, tilting his head back to study me.

“Me, oh I’m fine.”

A quick glance at Hunter. Hahahaha.

He stared back at me, his brown eyes piercing as he dragged his teeth across his bottom lip and then slowly sweeping his tongue across it. It shouldn’t have been, but it was as sexy as hell move, and when his gaze then raked up and down my body, I felt my panties getting wet.

“Wow,” I whispered feeling my nipples harden.

Damn those nipples, they had a mind of their own.

“Hey,” Dylan said softly in my ear. “How about we go somewhere quiet after dinner.”

My head shot up to see him looking down on me, lust evident in his gaze.

“Dylan, I—”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mayor Garrison’s voice boomed out. “Please take your places as dinner is about to be served.”

“I guess we should go,” I said to Dylan.

“But before we do.”

I didn’t see it coming, but his mouth was on mine and his tongue was pushing against my lips, urging me to open up. It felt wrong. They weren’t the lips I wanted on me. He just didn’t taste right.

“Dylan!”

I pushed against his chest and as I did, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I was pulled away from Dylan.

“Get your hands off my fucking woman,” Hunter growled.

Dylan took a step back, his mouth open as he stared between us. “What’s going on?”

“You heard,” Hunter replied. “Dancing with her is one thing but kissing her is a damn point of no return. Now, I repeat, get your hands off my fucking woman.”

My heart beat rapidly as I looked up at Hunter and marveled at how hot he looked angry. And then, the idiot in me just had to go and do it. She had to say something, instead of basking in the sexiness and manliness that shot ripples of excitement through my body.

“Who says I’m your woman?” I growled as I poked Hunter in the chest. “Not me, that’s for sure.”

Hunter reared back and looked at me for a few seconds and then threw his arms into the air.

“You know what, El, I give up. I just can’t win. No matter what I do or say to you, you’re not going to change that stubborn mind or yours.”

He moved to walk away, and panic washed over me. I knew if I let him go, I wouldn’t ever get him back.

Before I had time to think about my next move, he turned and strode away.

“Hunter, wait!”

“Ellie, what’s going on?” Dylan asked, taking my hand.

“I’m sorry, Dylan,” I said as I pulled away from him. “I need to go.”

Without any further hesitation, I ran from the dancefloor and went in search of Hunter wishing I wasn’t so stubborn and didn’t have a big mouth.

As people milled around, moving toward their tables, I cut through them with my eyes constantly searching for the big cowboy who had my damn heart. I finally spotted him heading out of the ballroom toward the lobby, with Belinda not far behind him. My pulse spiked and my breathing got faster and faster as I moved through the crowds. I was almost sent toppling over by an angry looking Jacob Crowne as he pushed in front of me to follow his wife out. Wondering what had bitten his ass, I was just about to reach the lobby when Declan O’Reilly and his eldest son Eamon, stepped in front of me.

“Ellie,” Declan said, his face impassive and his jaw tight. “Where’s your brother?”