Page 47 of The Triple Threat

I inhaled her perfume, which was rich and sexy, and I was glad she didn’t smell of my mom again. All I wanted to do was drag her across the console into my lap and kiss the fuck out of her.

Making a little growling sound, she lifted a hand to pry his fingers from the window, but as she did, she lost balance and her face landed right next to my damn dick. My dick that thought it was a good idea, at that very moment, to drain all the blood from the rest of my body and keep if for himself.

“Fuck, Ellie,” I groaned, as I scrambled to lift her under her arms.

“Oh my God, Hunter,” came her muffled response.

“Get up, get up now.”

As she wriggled, she created friction between my pants and dick, and the fact that her lips were dangerously close to the goods, just made things worse.

Frantic and desperate, I managed to pull her up and find myself face to face with her. I figured we were both the same crimson color. Although, when Ellie put her hand down to steady herself and brushed my hard on, she may have gone a shade darker.

While we scrambled to get ourselves sorted, Henry’s deep rumbling laughter echoed around the cab of my truck.

“Well, glad that’s all sorted,” he said as he banged twice on the roof. “You kids go have fun, but remember I have pliers, Hunter.”

He then strode off, back up the driveway, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

“You okay?” I asked as Ellie straightened her dress and pushed her tits back into place.

She didn’t look at me but gave a tight nod. “Yep. Now drive.”

As we pulled away, I gave her a quick look and I knew that if I didn’t do something about this newfound crush soon Henry wouldn’t need pliers for my balls—they’d fucking explode of their own accord.

Maybe banging someone else would help?

Yeah, that’d be the answer and singles night might just be the perfect place to find someone to fuck Ellie Maples right out of my head. That’s what I’ll do, I thought, find someone tonight and then Ellie and I could get back to being just friends.

Perfect plan.

How the hell was I supposed to concentrate on the plan when Hunter looked so damn delectable. If the grey dress pants and black dress shirt weren’t enough, the fact that he had his sleeves rolled back to show off his tanned forearms and chunky watch almost finished me off.

Ovaries – Boom – Exploded.

“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head to one side and frowning.

“Yup.” I nodded and clenched my thighs together.

“You sure, because you look kinda strange?”

“Strange in what way?” I thrust one hand to my hip. while the other smacked at him with my clutch.

“What the actual fuck, Ellie,” Hunter complained and took a step back. “I need danger money when I’m with you.”

“If you didn’t insult me all the time, I wouldn’t feel the need to slap you.” I narrowed my eyes at him and then pushed to the bar. “What do you want to drink?”

A big, rough hand landed on my upper arm and pulled me back.

“Nope. No way you are buying me a drink, or any drinks for that matter.”

Hunter pushed past me, his arm brushing the side of my boob and my belly swooped down close to my toes. In fact, I was so caught up in the smell of his cologne and the fact that I could see the outline of strong back muscles under his shirt, I forgot to complain about him being a chauvinistic pig.

“Beer or vodka?” Hunter asked over his shoulder.

I considered it for a few seconds. I was rostered onto a late shift the next day so…

“Vodka please.”