Page 63 of The Triple Threat

If you asked anyone to describe me, I’m pretty sure they’d say easy going. I rarely lost my cool, okay so Dominic Taylor was an exception, but he’d hurt Ellie. Dylan ‘Fucking Thor’ Whatever his name was, was quite possibly another exception. If he didn’t give up the damn Santa suit soon, I’d have to punch him.

“Seriously man,” I huffed. “I think it’s best for me to do it.”

“But you’re already doing two, I’m only doing November so I can easily slip this on with the same backdrop.”

My nostrils flared as I gripped the suit a little tighter. I wanted December, because I had brought something a little special with me. There was no way he was benefiting from it.

“I offered to do two because Ellie was a guy short. She’s now another one short since Billy can’t make it, so it’s only right I help out again.” I gave him a smile that could probably be called a snarl and tried to pull the Santa suit toward me.

“It’s fine,” Dylan replied through gritted teeth, holding the red jacket and trousers tight. “Like I said, I’m November so will be one of the last to go. It stands to reason I should do it.”

“Ellie,” I shouted over my shoulder without taking my eyes from Thor. “You wanna swap me and Dylan over? I’ll do November and he can do July.”

I heard her sigh heavily and then the clicking of her heels on the wooden floor.

“I don’t care who does which month, just decide because March is coming up and I need you for that.”

Distracted by watching Ellie’s tits heave up and down, Dylan managed to wrangle the suit from my hands. Not only the suit but the bag I was holding.

“Is this the rest of it?” he asked, opening it up and looking inside. “Ooh what’s this?”

“No!” I made a grab for the bag, but it was too late.

“Woah, cute little Mrs. Claus outfit. Is this for you, Ellie?”

Ellie’s eyes went wide as she took a step back. “I don’t know where that came from.”

“Well, it would be a shame to waste it,” the smug little bastard said. “Why don’t you do December with me?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Ellie replied a little blush coming to her cheeks.

“I don’t think that’s El’s sort of thing,” I offered, desperate for Dylan to drop the subject.

Ellie’s head almost swiveled off her neck as she flashed narrow eyes in my direction.

“It’s not?” she asked, as she tapped her foot. “What makes you think that?”

I wanted to smash myself in the balls. Ellie Maples was never told what to do. If you wanted her to do something you told her not to. Carter and I had learned that a long time ago when we were about thirteen. We didn’t want her hanging around with us when we went swimming at the creek, seeing as we were meeting Tiffany Anders and Louisa Carmichael and Carter had a plan to get them to go skinny dipping. I can’t remember what the plan was, but it’d have been a shit one if Carter had been behind it. We’d told Ellie she couldn’t come but of course she turned up anyway. So, the next time we were meeting girls, I chanced it by begging her to come with and guess who told me she’d rather suck a coyote's hairy ball sack – yeah, she’d always been a delicate little thing.

So, with my head back in the game, I gave her one of my sweetest smiles. “No, it probably would be good if you did it. Would add something different.”

Ellie studied me with her head cocked to one side. “You think do you?”

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded my head enthusiastically. “I really do.”

Her eyebrows arched real high and I was pretty sure she was going to ream me out and then storm off. I gave myself a mental pat on the back; I’d averted having to watch her cozy up to Dylan while she wore a short little red dress.

“That’s good then.” She turned to Dylan and smiled sweetly at him. “Let me have the dress, Dylan and I’ll be ready when it’s your turn. Hunter hurry up and change, we’re ready for you.”

With that she snatched the bag, turned around and walked away from us, adding a little more swing to her hips and ass if I wasn’t mistaken.

“Wow,” Dylan said behind me. “That’s one sexy woman.”

I turned to finally plant a punch on him but when I did, he was walking away too, and I was pretty sure he was laughing.

* * *

March’s picture was going to be pretty tame. At least it was meant to be. Ellie had suggested that I wore a flannel and jeans and maybe a cowboy hat – which I didn’t even own, but as soon as I’d realized I wasn’t getting my way with Santa, I pulled out my other outfit. The outfit I’d taken along just in case. Just in case of what I had no idea, but I was glad I had, because when I appeared from the men’s room in it, Ellie’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.