Page 110 of The Triple Threat

“Good.” I pushed him, forcing him to lie back on the bed. “Now, I’m going to show you how much I appreciate you, my Mr. Triple Threat.”

Hunter stilled beneath me. “W-what?”

I started to laugh and poked him in his side. “Triple threat, isn’t that what you say about yourself?”

“In my fucking head maybe,” he groaned. “How the hell do you know about it?”

I tapped his forehead and winked.

“You cannot read my damn mind, Ellie. How did you know?” he asked, looking pained.

“Carter told me.” My giggle was bubbling into full blown laughter as Hunter’s face blanched.

“I never told him,” he said, rolling us over so he was now on top of me. “Tell me the truth.”

“Hey, watch the dress cowboy,” I laughed as he crushed me beneath his beautiful, hard body.

He stole a kiss and then nipped at my earlobe. “Don’t stress it, because this dress is going to be ruined anyway when I’ve finished with you. Now, tell me the truth.”

I smiled as the music turned to Sam Outlaw and reached up to kiss Hunter. He, however, had other ideas and tickled my side.

“The truth, cutie pie,” he said, insistently.

“That is the truth. Apparently, you were shouting it real loud one night, when you were drunk on my dad’s peach wine. Carter felt he should tell me. In fact,” I said reaching up to kiss his neck, “that was what he whispered to me in the lobby at the Christmas dance. He said it was collateral in case you ever pissed me off, but it’s much more fun using it this way.”

Hunter shook his head and groaned. “Bastard. I’ll get him back somehow for that. I didn’t even know I’d said it to him. And just so you know, I still have the picture of you trapped in the red dress.”

“You threatening to use it against me, Mr. Triple Threat?” I nipped his jaw, making a mental note to erase the picture from his phone someday.

“If you keep Triple Threat our secret, then I won’t need to will I?” he said seductively.

“But you do agree? You do think you are a triple threat?”

His eyes grew dark and it was pretty clear by the way he licked his lips and ran his hand up my leg that he was thinking about his theory.

“You want me to prove it to you, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think I might.”

“Okay,” he said, grinning. “Brace yourself, honey.”

Soft lips dropped to mine as his hands threaded through my hair. Instinctively I parted my legs and when his rock-hard dick pushed against my stomach, I knew he was going to prove himself right.

He was long.

He had a good girth.

He had the technique.

And he was all mine.

“Seriously, Carter, if they’re having sex around the back I’m going to barf.” Bronte took a sip of her wine and then pushed it away, curling her lip as she did.

“Of course, they are,” I replied and picked up her glass. “Want me to change this sweetheart? Something wrong with it?”

I sniffed at the drink, and while I wasn’t a wine connoisseur, neither was Bronte, so didn’t get why she was turning her nose up at it.

“What’s wrong with it, you never turn down a glass of wine?”