Page 46 of The Triple Threat

“What’s going on?” I peered out at Henry who was laughing and waving his arms around.

“Just go, Hunter. Go.”

I turned the key in the ignition, but before I managed to put the truck into drive, a six-feet-two, ex cornerback plastered himself to the hood.

“Hang on a damn minute,” Henry called with a shit eating grin. “I need to talk to you.”

Ellie shrank down into the seat, burying her face in her hands. “Just drive over him. I won’t hold it against you, I swear. We can tell the Sheriff it was an accident.”

I glanced at her and couldn’t help but smile. The dress she was wearing was not only short but tight and gave me a great view of her legs. Her hair was up with wispy bits hanging down and on her knee was a pair of hot pink pumps, with the thinnest and highest heels I’d ever seen. I was about to adjust myself, when a banging in my left ear stopped me from putting a hand to my dick.

I buzzed the window down and turned to Henry. “Hey, Henry. What’s up?”

“Dad, no,” Ellie yelled, loud enough to bust my eardrum. “Don’t you dare.”

Henry held up a pacifying hand. “Come on now, Ellie Belly, I wouldn’t be fulfilling my duty as your daddy if I didn’t do this.”

My stomach flipped as I looked at Henry’s face. He wore a frown and had me pinned with a stare that would have made a marine shit his combats.

“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to hide the nervous quake in my voice.

“Dad if you do this, I will hate you forever. I will never cut your toenails for you ever again. Never give you a foot rub and most definitely never, ever get rid of those knots in your back after a long day in the office.”

My head whipped back to Ellie who had her chin tilted in defiance.

“Sheesh,” Henry replied, getting my attention again. “That’s harsh, Ellie, but I’m sorry, honey I have to.”

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on.”

I looked between them both. Ellie was all sulky and pouty, while Henry was still grinning at me.

“I want to know what your intentions are toward my daughter,” Henry replied. “I need to know whether they’re honorable or if you’re going to try and get into her panties.”

“Oh my God, Dad,” Ellie cried, loud and painfully. “I hate you. In fact, I’m divorcing you as my dad.”

A deep chuckle was followed by a huge hand landing on my shoulder.

“So, Hunter, what is it? Are you a good virginal boy, who doesn’t believe in sex before marriage? Or do I have to come at your nuts with a pair of pliers?”

My fucking balls actually shrank as I inhaled sharply.

“It’s not a date, Dad. I told you this.”

“You say that,” Henry sighed. “But I know what these young bucks are like. I was one. Shit, me and your mom were always—”

“No, Sir.” I butted in to avoid having to hear something that may have scarred me for life. “I’m not going to try and get into Ellie’s…” I glanced at Ellie’s legs and then I just couldn’t help it—come on, her tits were heaving, and her dress was tight.

“Hunter.” She snapped her fingers and nodded toward her dad.

My head turned back to Henry whose face quickly morphed into one of all seriousness.

“My intentions are strictly honorable.”

I felt a sharp elbow in my side. “You don’t need to tell him, he knows,” she replied, with an exasperated huff of breath. “He’s just being an idiot because him and Mom popped the wine at dinner.”

When she leaned across me, I sank back into my seat as far as I could. Her tits looked totally on point as the rounded swell of them pushed against the low neckline of her dress. I knew if they touched me, Henry would most definitely be pulling me out of the truck and beating my ass. I knew this for fact because my dick would be a pretty good indicator that there was not one inch of honor in what I intended to do to his daughter, if I ever got the chance.

“Can you please go back inside now,” Ellie said to him through gritted teeth. “You’ve had your fun.”