Page 109 of The Triple Threat

Turning my head, I looked at the gorgeous cowboy and felt my heart rate rise. God, he was so damn amazing, and for the last two months he’d been all mine. Something which I knew made a lot of the girls in Dayton Valley jealous. Not just the girls, the women too. Davis had been right; Mrs. Callahan was most disappointed it wasn’t Hunter dressed as Santa making me swoon in the calendar. It had also been made clear to me many times that March was indeed by far the most popular month. It didn’t worry me though, because Hunter was my man and boy, had he gone a long way to prove to me that in turn I was his. The sex had continued to be awesome and had been even better just from knowing that I was getting orgasms from my boyfriend.

Whenever I thought about the fact that I was Hunter’s girlfriend, I got a stupid smile on my face. Bronte called it my sex smile, but it wasn’t just about that, we were so much more than I’d ever expected.

We talked a hella lot, we laughed even more and yeah, we had lots and lots of sex, but the best thing he’d done; accompany me to my therapy sessions about my fear of his cows. Hunter had been real supportive and had actually been the one to find the therapist for me. I’d only had three sessions, but they were going well. I could actually go to the ranch in daylight without breaking out in a sweat and had even stood six feet away from one. Which was why I was currently about to fulfil what I hoped was a little fantasy for my man. A little thank you for all his help.

“Okay,” I whispered close to his ear. “Open your eyes.”

I glanced down his body and could see the anticipation of what I might be about to do already made him hard in his grey sweats. Although, he’d been hard pretty much all weekend, seeing as his dad had taken his aunts to meet up with their brother Miller and his wife, who were on a business trip in Houston. Jefferson had employed the Williams brothers full-time, so Hunter had taken the weekend off too and apart from a trip to Middleton Ridge on Friday night for dinner and a movie, we’d spent most of it in the bedroom.

“Fuck,” Hunter groaned out as he rubbed a hand down his face. “You look… fuck, El.”

I gave him a little twirl and was happy to hear him give another moan of satisfaction.

“Is that your original Belle dress?” he asked as he moved to the edge of the bed.

“Yep, with a few alterations, with the help of your aunts.”

Hunter’s eyes widened as he silently mouthed, ‘fuck’ his discomfort causing me to laugh.

“Don’t worry, they thought it was for a costume party.”

Hunter’s hand reached out and touched the bottom of the short yellow dress I was wearing, before slipping beneath it to land on my butt.

My old Belle from Beauty and The Beast, dress, was now much, much shorter than I was sure Mr. Disney would have thought proper. Not to mention how low the neckline was, which had Hunter’s full attention.

“Baby,” he said hoarsely. “I think I can see your nipples.”

I gave him a little wink and lifted my leg, placing my foot next to him on the mattress.

“You like the thigh highs too?” I asked as I ran a finger along the edge of the white nylons and then up the garter attached to it, giving it a little snap. “I can sing you Belle’s song as well if you like.”

“No, baby it's fine,” he replied a little too quickly.

He still hated my singing, but who cared.

“I guess we just need to concentrate on other things then,” I said as I trailed a finger down hard, ripped, ab muscles and pulled at the waistband of his sweats.

Hunter swallowed hard. “You have to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my whole damn life. Shit, El, I’m as hard as steel.”

He reached up and took a tendril of my dark hair and twirled it around his fingers. His eyes swept over me, full of lust and maybe even some reverence.

“You even did your hair the same.”

I leaned forward and nipped at his lip, before dropping a soft kiss to it. “Anything for my man. I’m just glad you like it.”

As my tongue licked down his neck, he dropped his head back and grabbed a hold of my butt with both his hands.

“Where’s your panties?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Must have forgotten them.”

Hunter’s eyes closed momentarily as he let out a quiet groan. “Damn it, Ellie.”

Feeling more turned on than I thought possible dressed as a Disney Princess, I moved forward to straddle him, reveling in the feel of his hardness pulsing beneath me.

“You really do like it don’t you?”

“I love it,” he breathed out, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “So damn much.”