Page 17 of The Jackpot Screwer
“What about a titty rub then?” he asked with a grin.
Hunter almost spat out his beer. “Oh, shit buddy, you’re in so much trouble now.”
“Sorry.” Carter giggled like a twelve-year-old girl and took another drink of his whisky.
“Don’t be too hard on him though, Bronte,” Hunter added. “He didn’t eat any buffet.”
“No, don’t stop her,” Ellie said, wrapping herself around Hunter, demanding his attention. “It’d be good to see her ripping him a new one.”
Hunter laughed and immediately fused his mouth with Ellie’s—it was becoming clear that alcohol had made them hornier than usual.
“How about you give me a little kiss?” Carter’s lips puckered like a cat’s behind as his kissy face loomed toward me. “Just a little one, because I know you love me.”
“Carter no, you stink of booze and it’s making me feel nauseous.” I held a palm in front of his face.
“Ah give him one kiss,” Hunter said, pulling his lips away from Ellie’s.
“How the hell could you hear that?” I asked, still wrestling Carter away from smelling distance. “You were having your lips suctioned off by Ellie.”
Hunter grinned. “I can multitask.”
“Since when?” Carter asked, grabbing a hold of the table to stop himself from falling.
“I can eat Ellie out and whistle at the same time.”
“Oh baby,” Ellie sighed, looking up at him as if the sun shone from his ass.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, you’re disgusting.” I slapped a hand at Hunter’s chest, but he merely grinned and went back to sucking off Ellie’s face.
“I did not want to know that.” Carter hiccupped. “That’s my sister.”
“You’re all a disgrace. You’re too drunk and they’re too horny. I can’t cope with y’all without alcohol.”
Carter gasped. “No. You can’t drink.”
“I don’t intend to, you idiot. What do you think I am?”
“I think,” he replied on a hiccup. “You’re the most beautiful woman I ever met, and I just wished you loved me like Ellie loves Hunter.”
His lips pouted and his gorgeous hazel eyes were a little shiny – probably through alcohol, but even so he looked adorable and I felt bad. I only had to say the word and I knew he’d fuck me to heaven and back and we’d be good. Problem was, I had a baby to consider.
“I do love you.” I ran a hand down his chest and let out a breath. “But you know I have to be sure it’s what you want.”
Carter nodded slowly and then leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss to my cheek. As he pulled away his face lit up and I just knew something monumental had crossed his mind.
“I’m so serious about this,” he said, narrowing his eyes and nodding. “And I’m going to show you.”
“C-Carter,” I stammered. “What are you going to do?”
Before I had a chance to grab a hold of him, he turned and started to plough through the people on the dancefloor. Shoving and pushing them out of the way.
“Oh, shit. Hunter, stop him!”
Hunter looked up from his make out session, slightly dazed. “What?”
“Carter’s about to do something stupid,” I said, jumping down from my stool and chasing after him.
Pushing through people, I almost caught a hold of his arm until Henry and Melinda, doing some outlandish synchronized dance to Mylie Cyrus’s Party in the USA, blocked my way. As they shimmied their shoulders together and then kicked their legs up with a whoop, it was more than obvious which genes ran through Carter and Ellie’s DNA.
