Page 51 of The Triple Threat

His hand shot out like he was going to slap me, but before it reached my face he was pulled back, and Hunter crowded into his space.

“Please tell me you weren’t going to hit a woman,” Hunter growled, his nose almost touching Conrad’s. “Because if you were then you’re a bigger piece of shit than those tight pants and ridiculous hair make you look.”

“Get off me,” Conrad hissed and tried to pull away from Hunter.

“Let me at him,” I screeched as I tried to push into the space between the two men. “I’ll show him what a girl like me can really do.”

“He hurt you?” Hunter asked without looking at me.

“Hurt her, she fucking broke my nose.”

Hunter peered at him. “Your nose ain’t broken, but if she punched you, she had a reason. And, if Ellie had a reason, then I think maybe I should finish the job.”

Hunter curled his hand into a fist, and I saw red. It was my nose to break not his.

“No,” I cried and pulled down on his arm. “I want to do it.”

Hunter turned to me, there was fire in his eyes and his nostrils were flared as he spoke. “I’m finishing this piece of shit. He was going to hurt you. That’s not right.”

“But I-”

If I’d thought that Conrad would stick up for himself, I was wrong. The yellow, pansy-ass, dickweed took advantage of Hunter’s attention being on me, pulled away from him and ran. Literally ran. He shoved past Miss Red Dress, almost pushing her over and like a pinball flying between flipper bats, he bounced through everyone in the bar to get to the door.

“Fucker!” Hunter yelled. He turned to me, looked me up and down and raised a cupped hand to my cheek. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, he did not,” I replied indignantly. “And even if he had, I could have handled him. You didn’t need to rescue me like I’m some pathetic little woman who can’t look after herself.”

Raising his brows, he slammed his hands to his hips. “Say that again.”

“You heard,” I snapped. “I had it under control.”

“You had it under fucking control. Well, it sure didn’t look like it to me. He was about to slap you.”

“And if he had I’d have hit him back.” I copied his stance and leaned into his space. “You did that so that you’d win the wager, didn’t you?”

The words sounded stupid as soon as they left my mouth. When they registered in my brain, I realized how ridiculous they really were. It also crossed my mind that maybe I was being a little hasty. However.

“You know I could have taken him. I could easily have punched him.” I shook my head and added flared nostrils for good measure.

“You are one ungrateful little turd; you know that, right?”

Hunter ran a hand through his hair, and I couldn’t help but watch the way his biceps flexed against the cotton of his shirt. Then, when he chewed his lip, something went pop inside of me and my sensibility up and left.

My libido had rubbed the bottle and let the sex Genie out. Just like that, I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted his hands in my hair and I was pretty certain I needed his dick inside my vajayjay. It was most probably the alcohol, but I didn’t care. There was a beat throbbing between my legs that could easily challenge Taylor Hawkins’ expertise.

Without thinking any more about it, I grabbed a hold of Hunter’s shirt and dragged him to me. By the time his mouth hit mine, I was already breathing heavily with my nipples screaming to get in on the action. Instantly, Hunter’s hands went around my neck, his thumbs cradling my jaw, and his tongue insisting that I open up for him.

My hands went to his slim hips and pulled him closer, and when I felt how hard he was through his pants, I let out a low moan. Without saying anything, or taking his mouth from mine, Hunter started to walk me backwards. Where we were going, I had no idea, but I just about had the wherewithal to snatch my clutch up and let myself be led. When my back hit a door, Hunter reached around me, pulled down the handle and maneuvered us inside another room.

I was slammed against a wall causing something to fall and my tongue paused in its exploration of his mouth.

“Forget it,” Hunter growled. “It was just a yard brush.”

I opened one eye and saw we were in the bar’s storeroom; a faint smell of antiseptic invaded my nostrils. Did I give a shit that I was about to have sex with Hunter Delaney in a cleaning cupboard?

Like hell I did. I threw my clutch to one side and went straight back in.

As a yard brush fell to the floor, I almost had second thoughts about what Ellie and I were doing, but she tasted too good to stop. She was into it as much as I was, at least I thought she was. Ignoring any doubts, I walked us backward toward a high bench that had packs of paper towels stacked on top and swept my arm across it, pushing everything onto the floor. I then lifted Ellie and deposited her on the bench with a little gasp of surprise.