Page 33 of The Triple Threat
“No need,” she said, stopping me with a hand up, palm toward me. “Forget it.”
“Forget it?” Shit I felt kind of rejected, if not a little hurt.
“Yeah,” she said, pulling slowly away. “Carter is the one to blame and he’ll pay don’t worry.”
With a wave of her hand she was gone, driving off up the track leaving me feeling a little disjointed.
When I got into my bed fifty minutes later, after as expected, whacking off in the shower with images of Ellie in my head, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Ellie: I’m home. Don’t tell the Sherriff but I broke the speed limit. Now tucked up in bed. See ya soon x p.s. thanks for the hoody. I may just keep it
And that was it, images of her tucked up in bed in a tiny pair of sleep shorts and maybe my hoody, had me hard again.
“What the fuck?” I groaned and rolled over forcing images of Ellie right out of my head, because it was something that could never happen, no matter how hot she was
Well, that was weird.
That was my first thought when I woke up. I wasn’t sure whether the kiss with Hunter had really happened, or it’d been some sort of psychotic episode I’d had after seeing him dressed as one of those awful things.
Shaking my head and then rubbing my eyes for good measure, I realized it was indeed true. I’d kissed Hunter Delaney and boy had it been good. Okay, so he’d been slightly inebriated, and I hadn’t, but this made me even more stupid. Hunter though, well he seemed to kind of like it too, if the hard on in his shorts all the way home was anything to go by.
I’d always thought him hot, always wondered, but now, all of a sudden, thoughts of me underneath Hunter, or even on top of Hunter, were increasing. Not only were they increasing but they were getting hotter too. The lilac colored dildo wrapped up in my duvet was testament to that. Don’t judge me, don’t all girls enjoy a little me time and then have another forty winks when they have nothing to get out of bed for on a Sunday morning?
Looking at my phone, I saw it was almost ten and I’d slept in a lot longer than I’d planned. I’d been telling the truth when I’d told Hunter I needed to plan Carter’s demise; I needed to come up with something good. What though, I had no clue. We were too old to be still playing tricks on one another, so I’d be the better person and chalk it down to his douchery. Anyhow, planning to get him and Bronte together was giving me enough of a headache.
The idea of it had made me feel a little squeamish when I’d woken during the night. Why on earth would I want to land my best friend in the whole world, with my donkey head of a brother? Maybe there was someone else I could fix Bronte up with. The conclusion I’d quickly come to was that there wasn’t. Bronte liked a challenge and none of the other men in our town, or the next three towns along would be a challenge – they’d all give their right nut to spend a night with Bronte Jackson, she was that beautiful.
It had struck me that maybe Hunter would be a good option instead, but two things made that a no go. One, if they did get together, she’d see Jefferson all the time and her crush could start up again at any time. Two, the idea of the two of them together made me even more squeamish than her with Carter; so, Carter it was.
I padded into the kitchen, still wearing my pajamas. Mom and Dad were sitting at the island, Mom reading the newspaper while Dad concentrated on his coloring book—yeah, apparently it helped him to relax.
“Morning, baby,” Mom said, looking up and giving me a beautiful smile. “How was the party?”
I shrugged and curled my lip as I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of juice. “Okay, except for Carter is the biggest dick head on this earth.”
Dad sighed. “What’s he done now?” He pushed his coloring book away and swiveled on his stool to face me.
He opened his arms and I gladly walked into them, snuggling into his big chest, while Mom stroked my hair.
“Did he say something to embarrass you?” Mom asked.
“Nope. Worse than that.”
“Tell Daddy, honey.” Dad kissed the top of my head and then let me go, taking the carton of juice from me and pouring it into a clean glass next to the sink.
Shit, I loved my parents when they went all Mommy and Daddy on me.
“He didn’t show his wiener, did he?” Mom asked as Dad passed me my juice.
“Hey,” Dad said, wagging a finger at Mom. “That boy has the Maples wiener and that is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I rolled my eyes and poked Dad in his rock-hard stomach. “No, it has nothing to do with his tiny wiener.”
Dad growled making Mom and me giggle.
“So, tell us, what did he do.” Mom settled her hands in her lap, waiting for my tale of woe.
“He got Hunter to dress up as a… ugh I can’t say it.” I screwed my eyes up and shuddered.