Page 13 of The Triple Threat
My eyes widened and I felt the nerve endings of my hair bristle at his stupidity. “Hunter your pop is a dog, in the nicest possible way. My dad does jigsaws for a hobby, your dad does women. So, you really think if a hot twenty-four-year-old comes on to him he isn’t going to give it a thought?”
Hunter frowned and shook his head. “He’s best friends with her dad. So, no, he isn’t.”
He had a point, but I knew my best friend. “Well, you really don’t know Bronte then. She won’t care as long as she gets to do the nasty with your dad. That’ll be all she cares about. I’m telling you her crush is getting worse.”
“And I’m telling you, you’re overreacting. Now do you think you could look at my damn ribs some time this century?”
I knew he was right; I had a job to do, but it didn’t stop me worrying about Bronte and Jefferson. We would have to continue our chat another time. I pointed to the bed.
“Halle-fucking-lujah,” Hunter grumbled.
“Okay,” I said once he’d hopped up on the bed, his legs dangling over the side. “Take your shirt off and I’ll check it out.”
Hunter undid the cuffs and the top few buttons of his flannel and then taking the bottom of it, pulled it up and over his head. He winced as he threw it to one side and while his eyes were closed in a grimace, I risked a quick ‘non-medical’ look at his abs. Damn he was ripped. I had time to quickly count at least six deep ridges of muscle. There was no doubting he was sexy and hot. Tattoos adorned his chest and biceps, not so many that you couldn’t see his smooth, golden brown skin, but enough to make him look like a bad boy who you knew would ruin you in the bedroom. Of course, I had no clue whether he was good in that department, he was my brother’s best friend, he was a pain in the ass, and he was a cocky son of a gun at times. The fact that the sight of his naked torso got me a little hot under my scrubs, made me take a step back and shake myself.
I soon got back into nurse mode; felt around Hunter’s ribs, asked him to take deep breaths, and then to twist his body from side to side. Despite the black and blue bruising, Hunter said he didn’t feel any extra pain when he did all the things I asked, so I was pretty sure the ribs were intact.
“I’m confident they’re not broken,” I finally said after listening to his breathing. “But I can send you for an x-ray if you want to be sure.”
Hunter shook his head. “Nope it’s fine. I’ve had a broken rib once before and this feels nothing like it. I’m good. I only came because Pop insisted.”
I wrote on the chart and held it against my chest as Hunter twisted to find his shirt. The muscles in his body were strong and taunt, and all moved in unison which made my damn mouth water. I’d fallen out of nurse mode and had slipped back to ‘woman who hadn’t had a man induced orgasm for nine weeks. Of course, my eyes fell to the bulge in his jeans. He wore a leather belt and the big brass buckle sat right on top, like some sort of billboard alerting me to the fact that there was a sale on huge dicks. I squirmed but still couldn’t take my eyes off Hunter as his shirt slithered down his body and disappointingly covered up his abs and the sexy little trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans down to that huge dick that I’d been imagining and salivating over.
“You okay?” he asked as he lowered himself off the bed. “You seem a bit out of it.”
I literally shook myself and cleared my throat. “It’s just a little stuffy in here.”
“Yeah,” he said and wiped his brow. “It kinda is. So, I’m good to go?”
I scribbled something else on the chart and then looked back up at him. “I’m going to ask the doc to prescribe you some pain relief but he’s having a quick break. You okay to hang around until he’s back?”
“Yeah,” Hunter sighed, looking up at the clock on the wall. “Pop was busy with a buyer when I left. I’ll have to wait for him to come get me anyway. Don’t know why he didn’t just let me drive here, but he damn well insisted Carter give me a lift.”
“I’m off in a half-hour,” I said without thinking. “I can give you a lift.”
“No Ellie,” he protested. “Going out to the ranch is out of your way.”
As he said the words ‘going out to the ranch’ I realized that meant going to the place where the cows lived. Oh shit, maybe I’d withdraw my offer and agree it was way out of my way.
“But if you’re happy to,” Hunter said before I had a chance to speak. “It’d save Pop coming out.”
I smiled tightly and whipped back the drape of the examination room.
“It’d be my pleasure,” I replied wondering whether it would be okay to push Hunter out of my moving car because that way, I wouldn’t even need to stop
As I followed Ellie to her car, I couldn’t help but enjoy the view of her ass in her blue scrubs. It had a rhythmic swing which made me want to shout ‘boom, boom, boom’ in time with its movement. As for her rack in the top with bugs and flowers all over it, which I reckoned was especially for the kids, well, she wore the usually ugly uniform damn well.
The fact that the last couple of times I’d seen her I’d found my eyes attracted to her tits didn’t sit well with me; she was Carter’s little sister. Yes, she was hot, no doubt about it, but she’d always looked the same, the same mocha colored hair, big chocolate eyes and pretty pink lips. The only thing that changed about her over the years had been her curves, which for some reason I’d only just realized existed.
The human brain sure was weird.
“Thanks for this,” I said as I kicked a plastic drink carton out of the way in the footwell of the car.
She reached forward, picked it up and threw it onto the back seat. “No problem. Sorry it’s a little messy in here. I’ve had a busy week pulling double shifts because Cindy is on vacation.”
“No problem,” I replied glancing through the window to the blue sky outside. “I’d be more worried about the color of the actual car if it were me, not the trash on the inside.”
I grinned and didn’t look at her until I heard a snort of laughter.