Page 29 of The Triple Threat

Hunter inclined his head like he was thinking hard and then shrugged. “You might have a point. But to be fair to him, he’ll be better for her than any of those guys on that dating website, or my pop.”

“So, you’ve come around to my way of thinking.” I nudged him with my shoulder. “That she’s in danger of embarrassing herself and making a real shit storm if she continues with this obsession she’s got.”

“Yeah, I do. Mainly because I don’t want to either hear my pop bringing it home with her or have to start calling her Mom in the future.”

I felt the color drain from my face. “He wouldn’t get that serious about her, would he?”

Hunter laughed and brushed my bangs from my eyes, his hard, calloused fingertips feeling amazing against my skin.

Shit, I was losing my head over him and alcohol had barely passed my lips. Speaking of which, his were looking pink, pouty and soft.

I closed my eyes to block out how damn inviting they looked, and then without any announcement, they were on mine and Hunter’s tongue was pushing for me to open up. I blame it on the shock, because I opened up straight away. Lips, tongues and teeth created a heady and wild kiss, and when his fingers whispered against my neck and jaw, the quiet little party in my panties turned to a full on kegger with fireworks.

“Shit, Ellie.” Hunter groaned and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I couldn’t speak because the kiss was the kiss of all kisses. It was soft when it needed to be and hard when it needed to be ramped up, it was the absolute bomb. Without considering the consequences of what we were about to do, I pushed myself forward. My legs practically straddled his thighs when something started to vibrate in his pocket.

“Hunter, there’s something in your pocket.”

He groaned and smiled against my mouth. “I’m just real pleased to see you.”

“Hunt, it’s vibrating.”

“Ah fuck.” He pulled away from me and let his fingers linger on my cheek before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell. “Shit, it’s my pop.”

As Hunter talked to Jefferson, I ran a fingertip along my puffy bottom lip, wondering what the hell we’d just done. I couldn’t blame alcohol, and really had no excuse. Glancing at Hunter I thought about just getting up and leaving, to go and try to find Bronte, but I might have been a lot of things, but certainly not a coward. So, I patiently waited for him to finish so I could tell him it was great, but it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I knew that there wasn’t any real reason why I shouldn’t be with him, if it was what we both wanted – oh except, he was my brother’s best friend and a dick by association.

“Sorry about that,” he said, and pushed his phone back into his pocket. “We’ve got a cow struggling to calf and Pop needs my help. I’m going to have to go.”

“How will you get home?” I asked standing with him.

“Not sure. I’ll try an Uber and hope someone is working tonight.”

I looked up at the stars and knew I’d probably regret it, but I couldn’t see him struggle to get home when his dad needed him.

“I’ll take you. I’ve barely had anything to drink and I have my car here.”

Hunter ruffled his hair. “You sure?”

“Yeah, come on. Let’s get you home. We’ll just slip out through the side gate, otherwise if we walk through that lot, you’ll get sidetracked with Mindy Larkins nipples.”

He nodded in agreement, which kind of pissed me off, and then led the way. As I followed him through the yard, I couldn’t help but ogle his ass and feel jealous of the horse he rode every damn day.

I hadn’t expected to be riding in Ellie’s car so soon after our last disastrous journey. Being honest, this trip managed to be even more uncomfortable than the last—my fucking dick refused to go down.

Ellie not only looked spectacular, but I could still feel her soft, plump lips on mine. As for her tits, shit they were like two perky, comfy pillows. If my phone hadn’t rung out, I wouldn’t like to say where we might have ended up. In my head it was my bed, shit, any bed, but I was pretty sure Ellie would have put a stop to that. She seemed sober and thinking straight, whereas I had a little buzz and thought, ‘I can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you.’

Glancing at her as she concentrated on the road, with her glasses on this time. I half expected her to tell me that she fucking hated me, and that the kiss should never have happened. She stayed silent though, except for humming along to Yellow Hearts by Ant Saunders, which weirdly reminded me of her.

“No singing tonight?”

She gave a little grunt. “Not after you were so rude about my voice, no.”

I grinned but decided to keep it at that. If she flung a hand in my direction, she’d be likely to catch my dick that thankfully had started to stand at ease. That was until she shifted in her seat and gave me a bit more leg to look at.

Fuck, they were tanned, smooth and toned. The thought that they led up to white lace panties just added to my dick’s excitement and had him at full attention once again. She sure was beautiful. How could I only now be just noticing? Damn, I must have been walking around with my eyes closed for years. Not only hadn’t it registered with me how hot she was, but I hadn’t even known about the cow thing, and I’d known her all her life. I really was a self-absorbed dick.

“You can drop me at the top of the track if you like,” I offered, pulling at the loose fabric of my shorts as my thoughts helped junior deflate a little. “I can run from here.”