Page 104 of The Triple Threat

Bronte took another step closer to Ellie. “You think me and Hunter?”

“You were the one who said you had your eye on someone else, so why not Hunter?” Leaning forward with a scowl, Ellie gave me a good glimpse of her cleavage.

I cleared my throat and forcibly removed my gaze from the goods. I would not be the man she thought I was. Ah shit, one quick look wouldn’t hurt.

“Hunter,” Ellie snapped her eyes still on Bronte. “I know you’re thinking about my tits right now, so don’t. Not if you want to leave this dance with your big penis intact.”

Bronte gasped. “How do you know he has a big penis?”

Ellie made a gurgling sound, like she was choking on her own blood, and shot her gaze to me. Her eyes were pleading for me to help, but enough was enough.

“She knows because we’ve had sex,” I replied, turning my head to Bronte, who looked like she might be getting ready to catch flies with her open mouth.

“Hunter.” Ellie gasped and stepping forward, poked me in the chest. “You did not just out us to Bronte?”

“Yeah, I did.” I poked her shoulder. “And what does it matter anyway, you’re with Dylan now?”

“Well,” she replied, with another poke to my chest. “For one, we were supposed to be keeping it a secret, and for two I’m not with Dylan. For damn three, I just saw you with your arms around her. No doubt trying to entice her with that beautiful, big thing between your legs.”

I took a step closer so that we were only inches apart. “For someone who doesn’t want to date me, you talk about my dick an awful lot, baby.”

Her mouth gaped like a fish, but no words came out.

“You had sex,” Bronte said, sounding more shocked than a nun on a bachelor party.

“Yes.” Ellie and I both replied.

“With each other?”

“Of course, with each other,” Ellie replied. “How the hell do you think I know about that.” She pointed toward my junk. “I’m sorry, Bronte, but I had no idea you had feelings for him. At the time you were all about Jefferson. I wasn’t to know you’d swap your affections to his son.”

“Me and Hunter,” Bronte said and laughed. “Ick, no way.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“What’s wrong with him?”

I turned back to Ellie and when I saw the hurt on her face, I knew I had her. No matter what she said. Whether she was going to start dating that damn Thor wannabe or not, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“He’s a great catch,” Ellie continued, making me grin like a Cheshire cat. “You should be honored to be his girl.”

My heart thumped wildly in my chest and all I wanted to do was kiss the life out of my beautiful Belle look-alike. Fuck I was so gone for her.

“What’s going on?”

We all turned to see Carter, his eyes moving across the three of us.

“Did you know Hunter and Ellie had sex?” Bronte asked.

“Bronte,” Ellie gasped and swung around to her brother. “Don’t you dare punch him.”

Carter shrugged. “Why the hell would I punch him?”

“Because I’m your little sister and he defiled me.”

“I did not defile you,” I growled. “You were all in and damn well loved it.”

Ellie waved me away, keeping her eyes on her brother.