Page 30 of The Jackpot Screwer
“No way.” Ellie gasped and then let out a deep belly laugh. “That is the funniest thing ever. I wish I’d seen his face. I’m betting he pitched a fit over it.”
“Oh, he did. That was what the dick pic was for.”
Ellie’s eyes scrunched together as she laughed harder. “Someone feels insecure.”
“Yeah, well.” I sighed. “He has no need. Your brother is more than adequate in the schlong department.”
God the memories.
“Erm, Bronte, do you think maybe you could close your mouth.” Ellie’s forefinger went under my chin and pushed it up. “You even have drool.”
My attention was then taken as the door opened, and along with a warm May breeze, in wandered the man who starred in my dreams and nightmares, in equal parts. The little flutter of wings in my belly wasn’t surprising because that was what Carter always did to me. The way his hair hung messily in his eyes, how his jeans always hung from his slim hips and the freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks, all added to the big package of gorgeousness. He could be inappropriate, grumpy, selfish and mean to his sister, but with me, aside from our bickering he’d always been sweet and generous. Not to mention how damn good he was in the bedroom.
Our first time had been a little bit of a shock all around. He was so much bigger than I expected for starters, but the fact that he’d got me back to his apartment and what he could actually do with that beautiful dick of his was even more astounding.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Hunter reached our table and leaned down to kiss Ellie’s neck.
“Hey, you.” Ellie was all starry eyed as she pulled him closer to whisper in his ear.
“Hi Lollipop. How you feeling?” Carter bent to kiss my cheek and when his fingers whispered over my belly, my heart fluttered.
“I’m good, thanks. We’re good,” I added, bringing a smile to his face.
“Did you manage to source the rest of the vitamins from your list?” he asked, picking up a strand of my hair and twirling it around his finger.
Although we weren’t together, the intimacy of it made my breath hitch and wish that I weren’t such an insecure idiot.
“There’s a store at the mall which has them,” I replied, trying to ignore his touch.
“Want me to go get them for you?”
I shook my head. “Ellie and I are going shopping after we’ve finished here.”
Hunter’s head popped up from nuzzling Ellie’s neck. “Oh, you know what we need, baby. We’re running out.”
Carter’s head whipped around to face him. “No,” he snapped. “Don’t say another fucking word. I do not want to know what you need. She’s my damn sister.”
“I might have been going to say condoms,” Hunter protested with a grin.
Carter pointed at Ellie. “She takes the contraceptive pill and I know you got tested just after you started dating so you didn’t have to use rubbers. So, whatever it is you’re running out of, I do not want to know about.”
Ellie gasped. “How do you know I take the pill?”
“I needed to borrow something from you.” Carter shrugged.
“They’re in my underwear drawer.”
Carter shrugged again as if there was nothing at all wrong with snooping through his sister’s panties.
“Anyway,” I said, hoping to avert World War three. “We should get going.”
The door opened again and Jimmy Foster, Dayton Valley Fire Chief swaggered in. He was tall, dark and handsome and since Hunter was off the market, had become Dayton Valley’s most sought after single guy. He was a few years older than us but still went to the same parties and hung around Stars & Stripes every weekend. Still acting like he was twenty-two and carefree, instead of thirty-one and in charge of the town’s fire safety.
“Jimmy,” Carter greeted him. “No fires to put out?”
Watching him I saw Carter’s shoulders tense. I’d got drunk one night and shared with him that Jimmy and I’d had a thing once. It had lasted all of one hundred and ninety-five minutes, but it’d still happened.
“Maybe Bronte still has a fire in her belly for me,” Jimmy said, winking at me.
