Page 27 of The Triple Threat

I looked up to see Hunter, minus his hideous costume and in ball shorts and a tee, holding two bottles of beer.

“I come in peace, minus cow titties,” he said, offering me one of the beers.

I nodded and took the bottle from him, placing it on the wall next to where I was sitting.

“I should also point out, I raided Belinda’s folks’ medicine cabinet and your brother should be getting the shits in round about…” He looked down at the big sexy watch on his wrist. “Ten minutes.

I grinned but then winced – how the fuck can a watch be sexy?

“Thanks. He deserves it. Where is he anyway.”

Hunter shrugged. “No idea, but let’s hope it’s close to the john. Those laxatives were extra strength and I put two into the hot dog I got him from the grill.”

Eyeing him warily, I took a swig of my beer.

“You’re forgiven. You don’t have to lie about the payback on Carter.”

“Oh, I ain’t lying.” Hunter smiled and tapped his bottle to mine. “It’s the least the fucker deserves.”

We lapsed into silence, both giving a quiet laugh as Jennifer ran past, chasing a squealing Alaska shouting, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Hilary. It’s mayo.”

“So, how come you never told me you were scared of you know whats?” Hunter asked once they’d disappeared back inside.

“I just figured you knew.” I shrugged. “My friends and family know, so…”

Hunter blew out a breath. “Well, I guess that’s my bad, for not paying you more attention.”

The words made me feel a little strange in my belly, but I decided to ignore it and kept silent. I glanced up at him and couldn’t help but think how handsome he looked with his disheveled hair brushing against his eyelashes. It wasn’t that I’d never noticed how hot my brother’s best friend was, I’d spotted that at the age of thirteen when he’d given me my first lady boner. The problem was he was fifteen and while he was Zac Efron High School Musical cute, he was a person with a dick, who acted like a dick, talked like a dick and basically was a dick. He hung with my brother, so no mystery why he was so dickish. I gave up on liking him after the first time he made me cry, by ignoring me at the town fete and French kissing Bettina Mercer in front of me. It was then that I decided that Hunter Delaney would no longer have an inch of my time or brain space. Him getting hotter as he got older made it a whole lot more difficult, but I’d succeeded – well on the surface, he did have his uses during my self-pleasuring sessions.

“I do feel bad for not knowing,” he added. “But I guess that explains why you never came out to the ranch much.”

“Nope, not really. That’s mainly because I thought you were a dick.”

I nudged him with my shoulder and winked. Even so, Hunter snorted a dismissive laugh as if it’d be impossible for anyone to think he was a dick.

“Oh, come on, Hunt, you must know you are.” He wasn’t entirely, but it didn’t hurt to yank his chain a little.

“I am not a dick,” he argued, turning to face me. “How can someone who takes their aunts underwear shopping be a dick?”

I turned to face him, a huge grin on my face. “You do not.”

“Scouts honor.” He gave me the correct salute, but he didn’t have me fooled.

“If you were a scout how come I never knew?”

“It never really came up,” he replied with a wink. “Just like I didn’t know you were scared of cows.”

His wink created a little party action in my panties, worryingly.

“So, we both have secrets,” I said with a clearing of my throat as I pushed my thighs together. “Who knew?”

Hunter's eyes grazed down my body and then back up again. It wasn’t hard to see the want in them. Problem was with Hunter, he might have been hot, and probably packing more than a quarter pound of best beef between his legs, but I wasn’t in the market to be the next Hoagie roll of many that he laid it in.

“You look amazing, by the way?” he said, around the neck of his bottle. “Although I was a little surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah, well, we’re supposed to be getting Bronte and Carter together, so I figured it’d be a good opportunity. And I can’t hate Belinda forever. Although there doesn’t seem much fun in it now; getting Carter and Bronte together I mean. It’s still hilarious hating Belinda.”

Hunter grinned and shook his head. “Does that mean you’re giving up on the Bronte and Carter project.”