Page 55 of The Triple Threat

Ellie pushed at my chest and huffed out a breath.

“We need to clean up. Pass me some of those towels please.” She pointed to the paper towels I’d pushed to the floor.

“Brace yourself, honey,” I said and laughed as I pulled out of her.

“Oh my God, you are such a jerk.”

Yeah, I probably was, but it was better to be a jerk than a clinger who wanted to know if she’d just had the best sex of her life, like I had.

I reached for a pack of the towels and ripped them open, passing a handful to Ellie, before taking one and wrapping the condom in it.

“Where the hell are my panties?” Ellie asked as I tucked myself back in and began to straighten myself up. I looked over my shoulder and then smiled at her.

“Over there on the floor. Hang on I’ll get them for you.”

I fastened the last button on my shirt, dropped the condom into the trash and then picked up Ellie’s panties. As I held the red lace, I almost wished I’d pushed them into my pocket and kept them, but that was the sort of perverted thing Carter would do.

Shit, and there was that thought again—Carter. Oh well, it was too late now.

I threw the panties at Ellie, who now had her tits back in her dress and watched as she wiggled into the tiny piece of underwear. She looked thoroughly fucked and not just because her hair was coming a little loose, but the heavy lids and twinkle in her eye gave it away.

“Let’s hope no one saw us come in here,” I said as she finally smoothed down her dress.

“I think they were all too interested in hooking up.” Her voice was quiet and if I didn’t know better, I’d have wondered if I’d hurt her in some way. “Okay I’ll go first.”

She snatched up her purse and without looking at me she flung open the door and strutted out into the hallway, as if the last twenty minutes had never happened. Sure no one had seen us, I didn’t bother hanging around, but followed her out.

When Ellie reached the main bar though, she stopped, and I almost barreled into the back of her.

“What’s…”

I didn’t say anything else because the whole bar erupted into cheers as everyone began to clap and holler. Even my aunts were waving their arms around.

“Have a good time?” some guy I didn’t know shouted.

Without missing a beat Ellie waved a hand at them all and stepped forward.

“It’s really not what you think,” she offered, opening up her purse. “I’m a nurse and Hunter needed a hemorrhoid as big as a grape pushing back up his ass. It was not pretty, so if you don’t mind, I need a drink.”

With that she sashayed toward the bar and my dick got hard all over again.

Shit, shit, shit.

What the hell had I done? Obviously, I knew what I’d done, I’d had sex with Hunter in the storeroom of the Stars & Stripes – on singles night. It had been loud sex too, if the cheering crowd had been anything to go by. Although, I was pretty sure we’d managed to persuade them otherwise with the story of Hunter’s hemorrhoid, at least I hoped so.

Luckily most of the locals had already disappeared and only the bus load of people from Middleton Ridge were still hanging around, waiting for their ride home – oh and Hunter’s aunts. It seemed however, they had no idea what they were cheering for and were only following everyone else’s lead. Jefferson was also missing, thank goodness. According to Penny who had taken the bartender's vow of silence, so we didn’t need to worry about her, Jefferson left with the redhead about the same time Hunter and I had started kissing.

Therefore, I figured we were clear to keep our little assignation secret. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed it or wished it hadn’t happened – well I kinda did. In any other circumstances however, I’d have called Bronte and spilled all the gory, delectable detail, particularly the part about that huge amazing penis of his. However, this wasn’t normal circumstances. This was Hunter Delaney, my brother’s best friend and serial one night only banger of women. At least I’d always thought he was, but Sam Outlaw. Who knew?

“Hey good looking.” Stopping me from my brooding, Davis dropped a chart in front of me, on the desk and yawned. “That’s the latest spirometry result for little Millie in bed four.”

I picked up the chart and gave it the once over and then smiled. “An improvement, that’s good.”

The poor little thing was only seven but suffered badly with asthma. She was in with us after having a real bad attack while playing in her grandparent’s yard.

“Yeah, I think Dr. Andrews will let her go home tomorrow.” Davis’ eyes lit up at the mention of his crush. “I’m still hopeful of storeroom sex with him you know.”

I almost choked and felt my face heat up at his words. I hadn’t told Davis about the night before and had no intention of doing so. I hadn’t even told Bronte. She was my best friend, no doubt, but had a mouth bigger than Davis’, which was saying a lot. But shit, I really wanted to tell her how big Hunter’s dick was. A girl shouldn’t have to keep those kinds of secrets, but I guessed needs must.