The Triple Threat (Love In Dayton Valley Book 1)

by Nikki Ashton

  With my concentration back on her, my lips brushed up and down the smooth, sweet skin of her neck and with each nip or kiss, her fingertips dug harder into my back.

  “You feel so damn good,” I groaned. “Your dad could walk in here now and I don’t think I could stop.”

  “Oh my God, do not… oh that’s amazing… talk… oh, shit Hunter… t-talk about my dad.”

  I grinned against her skin and let my hand move up her thigh toward the hemline of her short dress. Her thighs were as silky as her neck, and my dick was harder than it had ever been during a make-out session. It must have known what was to come, because this was not going to end in us leaving the storeroom without me being inside of her. Unless she said no of course, but the way Ellie was pulling my shirt out of my pants with one hand, I doubted she wouldn’t be willing.

  Then she spoke and I knew I was right.

  “Hunter, please tell me you have a condom,” Ellie gasped as her other hand went to the button on my pants.

  I paused wondering whether I did. When was the last time I’d hooked up with someone unexpectedly?

  “Fuck, I don’t know.”

  “What? You idiot,” Ellie huffed pulling away from me. “Do you not know the diseases you can catch. Diseases which can make you infertile and worse, you doofus.”

  She smacked at my chest, staring at me while her fucking perfect tits rose and fell in a beautiful rhythm of heat and lust.

  “I didn’t say I never use them, did I?” I reached into my back pocket for my wallet. “Just that I wasn’t sure I had one. Contrary to what you probably think, not all my sexual experiences are casual hook-ups.”

  “Just most,” Ellie said with a wry smile.

  I chose to ignore her comment. “I’m normally prepared with a box of condoms, some nice wine and maybe Sam Outlaw’s ‘Tenderheart’ on Spotify.”

  Ellie laughed loudly and went back to unbuttoning my pants. “Whatever, now do you have a condom, or do I need to get on my knees?”

  Woah.

  Thank you, Jesus.

  While the thought of Ellie’s pretty pink lips around my dick was a fucking hell of an idea, me being inside her topped it. I flipped open my wallet and searched through it.

  “Yes!”

  “Thank God,” Ellie sighed. “Much as I would have, that floor looks nasty. And for the record, I don’t believe a word about your bedroom technique.”

  Feeling a wave of need sweep through me as Ellie pulled my zipper down, I groaned.

  “I swear to God,” I replied on a moan. “I know how to treat a lady.”

  “Yet you bring me into a cupboard,” she sighed.

  Her eyes were smiling, so I knew she was joking, but even so, she was right. I pulled back a little and cupped her face in my hands, bringing her eyes to mine.

  “You want a bedroom with wine, and Sam Outlaw, I’ll give you that.”

  Ellie rolled her eyes and pushed down my pants. “Nope. I want you to fuck me, Hunter. Albeit with the smell of floor cleaner in my nostrils.”

  Her hand went behind my head and pulled me to her into an amazing kiss, full of lips, tongue, teeth and the promise of mind-blowing sex.

  I slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder and pulled it down to reveal the perkiest, roundest and most beautifully golden tanned tit I had ever seen. Hungry for her, my mouth latched onto her nipple and sucked hard.

  “Oh shit, that’s good.”

  Ellie’s back arched, like she wanted to give me more, so like the gentleman I was, I obliged. I pulled down the other strap and gave that nipple the exact same attention.

  Fingernails scraped across my scalp as she whimpered quiet little mewling noises. When I nipped with my teeth the noises grew louder. She definitely liked what I was doing, and it made me even needier for her. My balls were aching as my hard on pushed against my boxer briefs and for a moment I worried they might fucking burst if I didn’t give my dick some action soon.

  I reached up under her dress and hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties.

  “Lift your ass,” I demanded.

  “Such finesse,” she batted back, yet lifting up. “Thought you knew how to treat a lady?”

  “I do,” I breathed out as I dragged her underwear down. “But maybe you ain’t a lady.”

  “We’ll see,” she replied and sucked on my neck.

  “Oh, my fucking God.” The feel of Ellie’s lips on my skin made my dick even more excited. So much so that I knew if I didn’t get inside of her pretty quickly, I’d blow my load. Leaving the cleaning cupboard with a wet patch on my pants was not on my agenda for the night.

  Sensing my need, Ellie pushed her delicate hand inside my briefs and grabbed hold of me, then she gasped and pulled her lips away from mine.

  “Woah.” She looked down between us and let out a whistle. “How the hell did I not know you were like…” She looked up at me with wide astonished eyes. “Like fucking huge.”

  I grinned and shrugged. “Not something I brag about.”

  And I didn’t. Yeah, I was bigger than average. In fact, I was a triple threat. I was long, had good girth and I fucking knew what to do with it. Even in my head though, that sounded shit, so had chosen to never ever repeat it – to anyone.

  “I sure hope it’s not like red apples,” Ellie replied, her eyes back on my dick, but her fingers of one hand working the buttons on my shirt.

  “Red apples?”

  “Yeah,” she said, slicing her gaze back to mine. “Look real tasty, but when you bite into them they’re all mushy and tasteless.”

  I didn’t reply but swallowed hard at the thought of her taking a bite out of my dick and handed her the condom instead. Ellie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

  “Tonight, has been so much more fun than I expected.”

  “Yeah,” I groaned out as she ripped the foil between her teeth. “And it’s gonna get so much better.”

  I pulled her panties, which were a sexy red lace, from the end of her legs and threw them behind me.

  “I need to fucking taste you first.”

  When I pushed her legs apart, Ellie fell backwards, stopping her fall with her hands and then leaning up on her elbows. With my eyes on her, I pushed her dress up to her waist and then pulled her legs apart.

  “Shit,” I groaned, feeling the pull of my balls again. “That’s got to be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  She was bare apart from one thin strip of hair and I could see a faint outline of tan. Then I got images in my head of her in a skimpy bikini in my head and my need for her quadrupled.

  I stooped down and parted her lips and with one long stroke of my tongue licked from back to front. She was so damn wet I wondered if I might drown in her.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  Ellie’s breathing and chest shuddered as her fingertips dragged along the wood of the bench, clawing at it as I gave her another lick.

  She tasted sweet and I knew that even if that was all I got from her I’d be able to use the memory to jerk off to for years. Fortunately, though, me licking her pussy was not enough for Ellie.

  “Hunter.” She breathed out a shuddering breath. “Get this damn condom on now.”

  She thrust out a shaky hand, presenting me with the torn foil packet. I snatched it from her, just as desperate as she was, and rolled it onto my dick in record time.

  “You ready for me?” I asked as I pulled her to the edge of the bench.

  “So ready.” She brushed her hands up my bare chest and pushed my shirt off my shoulders. “Fuck me now.”

  As Ellie’s teeth sank into the corded muscle between my shoulder and neck, I pushed inside of her and every fucking planet, star, moon and sun collided with the pleasure I felt.

  “Oh my God,” Ellie gasped. “That’s—”

  She didn’t say any more but wrapped her legs tight around my waist and took every hard, and fast thrust I gave to her. Fingertips clawed at my muscles and teeth and tongue explored my skin. My head dropp
ed to take her nipple and with my hands at the small of Ellie’s back, I pulled her closer each time I drilled into her.

  “Fuck.” I groaned, never having felt anything like it in my life.

  The tightness of her, the way her hips kept rhythm with mine and how she took each and every thrust, heightened every sense and nerve ending in my body. Her moans and cries were muffled as she sucked and kissed my skin and I knew if I ever got her in a bedroom sex with Ellie would be wild and earth shattering.

  There wasn’t much of her, but she was more than a match for me. She was perfect. She was everything a man would want in a partner. The pull in the pit of my stomach was a steady drum, building and building to the inevitable crescendo and I felt more alive than I’d ever done before. My skin was on fire from her touch and I was sure if I’d jumped off a high building in that moment, I’d be able to fly.

  Knowing she could take it and needing to give it, I thrust harder as Ellie’s hand reached for my ass and squeezed it hard.

  “I knew it,” she hissed and dropped her head back, giving me better access to her tits.

  “Knew what?” I asked around a mouthful of nipple.

  “Your ass.” She didn’t say anything more but let out a long moan and reached between us for her clit. “So good.”

  Looking down to see Ellie’s fingers scissoring her bud and rubbing sent me onto a higher plain. I didn’t think it possible, but it made my hips go faster. It made me harder and it made me even more desperate.

  “Ellie, fuck, you’re so damn good. Best fucking lay ever.”

  She lifted her head and gave me a lazy but self-assured grin and when she trapped her bottom lip in her teeth, I knew I was going to blow like a volcano.

  I kissed her and my tongue fucked her mouth to the same tempo as my hips until I felt her body hitch and her legs tighten around me.

  “Hunter,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Come,” I demanded, never once lessening what I was giving to her.

  Her hands came to my hair and with a keening cry she tugged hard and shuddered beneath me.

  “Oh my God.”

  Fuck, she was loud and at that moment I made myself a promise to get her to come louder one day.

  Shaking and shuddering, Ellie’s hips bucked wildly, and it was enough to send me over the edge and I came too, roaring just as loudly. My hips thrusting until there was nothing left, until she’d milked me of every drop of cum in my body and we were left staring at each other breathlessly.

  “Well,” Ellie finally said. “That was kind of unexpected.”

  “I guess so,” I replied, not really sure what it all meant.

  I’d loved every damn single second of it, but she was right, despite how I’d been feeling about her recently, mind blowing sex in a storeroom hadn’t been on my list of things to do for the week.

  She was also Carter’s sister and I had no idea what that in itself meant. He was my best friend, how the hell would he feel about me fucking her into oblivion?

  “Anyway,” Ellie said as she slapped my ass. “As great as that was, I think we both know it was the alcohol that got us here.”

  Woah. Weren’t girls supposed to get all clingy and talk about feelings after sex?

  Okay then.

  “Alcohol does seem to play a part in us getting hot and heavy with each other,” I replied giving her a wink.

  Ellie shook her head and curled her lip. “Exactly. Which means of course it won’t happen again. I think we’ve explored every avenue now, don’t you?”

  “Not necessarily,” I said as I tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “I mean first time we kissed, tonight obviously we had sex, so does that mean next time we get drunk together we get ass play?”

  I grinned but despite being cocky and flippant, I wasn’t quite feeling it. I kinda liked the idea that she might want to feel clingy enough to ask what amazing sex might mean for us.

  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 did up 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.

  Ellie

  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 bartenders 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?

&n
bsp; “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.

  “You okay?” Davis asked. “You’ve gone a little red there. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

  Shit, he was too sharp for his own good, even after a twelve-hour shift.

  “Nope. Why would there be?”

  I busied myself with putting Millie’s chart away but could feel his eyes on me.

  “What?” I asked when I looked up to see he was indeed staring at me.

  “Please don’t tell me you’ve had sex with him. I’m not sure I could forgive you if you had.”

  His lips were pulled into a sulky pout and he had a hand clutched against his chest.

  “Don’t be so ridiculous,” I replied with an over emphasized eye roll. “He’s not my type and I’m pretty sure that while you may scare the pants off him, he’d more likely go for you than me.”

  Davis gasped. “Oh my God, you really think he’s gay?”

  I’d had my suspicions over the last couple of shifts I’d worked with him, but I hadn’t mentioned it before because I knew how fixated Davis could get. If he thought our new doctor might be gay there was a huge chance my favorite colleague would step up his flirt and even buy the good doctor a subscription to Gay Man magazine. Subtlety was not Davis’ forte, but I wasn’t averse to throwing Dr. Andrews under the bus, if it meant Davis didn’t guess my secret.