Page 41 of The Triple Threat

Leaning onto the handle of the cart, I yawned loudly as we went into minute four of my aunts arguing about which was the best toilet paper.

“We keeping you awake?” Auntie L asked, arching a brow at me.

“Well, does it matter. As long as I can wipe my ass without poking my finger through, I don’t care which is softest.”

“Of course, it matters,” Auntie J exclaimed, hitting me with a pack of two rolls. “When you ride out on your horse every morning, you don’t want to have a sore butt before you’ve even started your day.” She turned and put the pack back. “We’ll come back to them later.”

“What?” I threw my hands in the air. “You’re kidding right?”

They both looked at me like I was the most stupid person on earth. Being that I’d agreed to bring them shopping, I think they had a point.

“We need to take our time choosing.” Auntie L tutted and then moved past me with her nose in the air.

“Take no notice, sweetheart,” Auntie J said. “She’s hormonal.”

At this point I knew I’d done something bad in a former life.

Shuddering, I followed them with the cart only to find they’d stopped again. This time though they weren’t arguing about which was the best of something, they were talking to none other than Ellie. Ellie who was dressed in jean shorts which cupped her ass cheeks to perfection and showed off her slim, tanned legs – images of which in a short cheer skirt were still invading my dreams.

As I reached them, Ellie gave me a cursory glance with, if I wasn’t mistaken, a little curl of her top lip.

“Ellie.’

I knew she must still be mad at me for how I’d been in the café, but I didn’t expect her to ignore me totally.

“Okay, that’s rude,” I grumbled.

Ellie’s head shot around and she levelled me with a deadpan stare. “Because you’d know.”

“Oh my, Hunter, what did you do?” Auntie J asked, clutching her purse close to her chest.

“Nothing,” I remonstrated.

I wasn’t about to tell her why I’d lost my shit with Ellie in the café. That would open up a whole can of worms that I didn’t want to sift through. It was hard enough coming to terms with the fact that I’d suddenly started fantasizing about my best friend’s little sister, never mind the fact that her smell reminded me of my dead mom.

What a mind fuck.

“Oh, Hunter,” Auntie L sighed. “I thought you were more of a gentleman than that.”

I startled, wondering if she could read my dirty thoughts, especially as I was trying to avoid looking at Ellie’s tits in the tight white tee she was wearing.

“I’m always a gentleman,” I argued.

Ellie crossed her arms over her chest as though she also knew what was going on in my head. She probably did to be fair, the last couple of times we’d met she’d had to tell me to keep my eyes above chin level.

“Not so much in the café,” she replied with a smirk.

Auntie J smacked my arm. “I’m so disappointed with you, Hunter Meredith Delaney.”

As she full named me, I drew in a breath the same time that Ellie burst out laughing.

“No way,” she laughed. “Your middle name is not Meredith. Oh shit, that’s hilarious. Does Carter know.”

Of course, my best friend knew. On the very day he found out, during a history lesson about family trees when we were thirteen, he caught his dick in a coke bottle. Okay weird I know, but he was keeping watch outside the school sports hall while I got my first sexual experience from Paulette Benedict who was two years older than us. That meant we both had shit on each other.

The fact that Ellie now knew at least meant that all bets were off with Carter. I could hold that juicy little nugget over his head without any fear for ever more.

“Yes, Carter knows,” I replied through gritted teeth.