Page 60 of The Triple Threat

Ellie: Look and learn mother fucker, look and learn

I looked over to Carter who was reading his text and grinning before he let out a huge belly laugh. After a few seconds of looking down at his text, he locked the screen and dropped it into the pocket of his jacket, which was hanging off the back of his chair.

Hunter: What did you send him? He’s laughing

Ten seconds later.

Ellie: Your hair looked real sexy today

Really?

Hunter: Hair! Hair! Frickin’ hair! You dick!

Ellie: Abort mission. You obviously have no idea how to sext and are just embarrassing yourself

Was she for fucking real? I had no idea how to sext. Did she not remember I was famous in high school for bringing Rhian Cade to orgasm during French class in our sophomore year? Admittedly it wasn’t by sexting, and it involved her pink pen with a feather on the end, but if I had those skills then I could damn well sext. I was determined I’d show her so tapped out a message back to Ellie.

Hunter: You know I’d like to lick your pussy and then kiss you so you can taste yourself before I push inside you

I threw my phone down and sat back in my chair, feeling pretty proud of myself. No way would she be able to resist that. I was almost sure at that moment she was pushing her thighs together to ease the ache I caused her. She didn’t think I knew, but I’d seen her do it before—many times.

“How come you’re looking like you’ve just grown another dick?” Carter asked as he looked over at the door where two girls who I didn’t know had walked in.

“Nothing, just thinking about the calf we had born yesterday.”

Carter gave me a funny look and then shook his head. “You’re fucking weird tonight. And who the hell keeps texting you?” he asked as my phone buzzed again.

I shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable, but just smiled. “My pop. Think there’s another calf on the way.”

“We need to go and help?” he asked, half out of his seat.

“Nah, he’s got it.”

Carter nodded and sat back down, glancing over at the two girls while I checked my phone.

Ellie: You dick!

I couldn’t help but laugh. She was such a little turd at times, yet her breaking apart and screaming through her orgasm, was pretty much the only thought I’d had for the last forty-eight hours.

Hunter: You have the most amazing tits and perfect nipples. In fact, your whole body is out of this fucking world

When a girl sends you a smiley face and a kiss in response to a text about her tits and nipples, you know you’re a damn God in the sexting stakes.

“What do you think?” Jacob Crowne from the print shop asked as he pinned up the final backdrop for the calendar.

“Oh my God, they’re amazing,” I replied as my eyes scanned over the beautiful scene of snow-covered hills and pine trees. “You really didn’t have to.”

Jacob shook his head. “My pleasure, Ellie. The proceeds from the sale all go to a good cause. I’m glad to help.”

When I’d taken over the ‘Hunks of Dayton Valley’ calendar shoot the year before, I’d been real disappointed with the state of the backdrops we had to use. They were old and faded and had more holes in them than a piece of Swiss cheese. I’d mentioned them to Jacob when he’d brought his little boy in to get a cast on his broken arm changed and he’d told me that he’d sort it.

“I never thought for one minute that you’d get me anything this good.” I sighed as I pulled Jacob into a hug. “Thank you.”

“Like I said, no problem. Now I’d best go before I get dragged into the damn photoshoot.”

I wiggled my eyebrows and gave him a big grin. He was at least seven years older than me, but I’d heard he’d been a bit of a heartthrob at high school. He’d have been a good addition, but before I could even try and twist his arm, he was gone.

“You seen these?” I asked Bronte as she moved up beside me.