The Triple Threat (Love In Dayton Valley Book 1) Read online

  The Triple Threat

  nikki ashton

  Contents

  Warning

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Epilogue

  The Triple Threat Playlist on Spotify

  Nikki’s Links

  Excerpt from The Jackpot Screwer coming early 2021

  Copyright © Nikki Ashton 2020 All Rights Reserved ©

  The Triple Threat

  Published by Bubble Books Ltd

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  The Triple Threat

  First published September 2020 All Rights Reserved ©

  Cover design – LJ Stock of LJ Designs

  Edited by – Anna Bloom

  Formatted by – Tammy Clarke

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Warning

  This book contains scenes of a hot man in grey sweats and no underwear

  Please think twice about reading in public

  For my beautiful niece, Ellie May Casewell

  May all your dreams come true

  I know these aren’t usually at the front, but hey, it’s been a strange year!

  Goodness, I’ve had fun writing this book. Mainly because I got to look at pictures of some seriously hot cowboys for days on end. So, thanks to all those photographers out there who supply stock photo sites – I salute you and the pain you must suffer for your art.

  Mr. A thank you as usual for making sure I sleep and sometimes move my big fat ass from the chair. Obviously, you didn’t need to encourage me to eat, that’s something I’d never forget to do, hence why the ass is big and fat.

  I’d also like to give the hugest thanks to my wonderful little team of ladies. They’re the ones who read it first and then tell me that maybe I’m not as funny as I think I am. Donna Wright, Lynn Newman and Sarah Dale, you’ve been amazing. Not only did you read the words, but you helped massively with the concept and the nitty gritty of creating the wonderful people and community of Dayton Valley. Also, I know helping me to pick my muses was a chore for all of us. The hours of pain it took for us to decide Jorge Del Rio Romero was our Hunter! (Yeah right, like looking at men for hours at a time was difficult!)

  Thank you too, Kimberley Newman and Leanne Johnson for reading the final manuscript. The messages that you sent to me every day because you knew I was panicking made me smile, a lot. I love you both dearly.

  Praise in abundance to Mr. Scott Eastwood. Thank you for your beautiful face and how well you fill those jeans in The Longest Ride. You will never know or see this, but in the words of the band Chicago, ‘you’re my inspiration’. Love you, Scott. Keep up the good work.

  Finally, and by no means least, thank you to you for reading The Triple Threat. I hope that it brightens your day in what has been an awful year. If I make you smile just once in Ellie and Hunter’s story, then I’ve done my job. And, if I did make you smile, and you enjoyed it a review would be much appreciated. If you didn’t smile and thought it was a whole load of pants then I apologize, but a review would still be welcome.

  Anyway, take care everyone, be safe and here’s to a better year in 2021.

  Hunter

  The girl looking over at me was damn cute. The huge rack just made her all the more delectable. Her tight jeans looked as though they’d been sprayed on, and those tits of hers were pouring out of a low-cut top.

  As she looked over at me and licked her lips, I couldn’t help but imagine what my dick resting between those two globes of sheer joy would feel like. Heaven I bet. Carter, my best buddy, nudged me with his elbow and growled from the back of his throat.

  “She wants you man, so damn much.”

  “Yep,” I replied, unable to take my eyes from her. “She’s got a girlfriend with her too.”

  “I know and she’s got the ass of a damn angel. Sheeeit, will you look at that.”

  I stared over at the blonde who was bent over the pool table and while it was a pretty spectacular ass, my attention was fully on her friend’s tits.

  “We going over there?” Carter asked puffing out his chest.

  “Yep.”

  “I get the bedroom.”

  “You had it last time,” I complained, my eyes still on the prize.

  “It’s my fucking apartment. If you want a bed take her back to your house.”

  “Like that’s going to happen,” I scoffed. “My pop and my aunts are having a card night.”

  Carter chuckled beside me. “You really need to get your own place. Get your pop to build something on all that fucking space you’ve got.”

  “And what do you propose we do with all the heifers and steers?”

  “There’s plenty of land.”

  “Yeah, right next to my pop’s place so what would be the point of that because you know Janice-Ann and Lynn-Ann will have their telescope aimed permanently at my bedroom window to check who is going in and out.”

  Carter poked me in the shoulder bringing my gaze to his. “So, what you’re saying is you’re going to stay living with them and your pop and not getting any, just in case they spy on you?”

  “I get plenty.” I said and poked him right back.

  “Well if you’re happy getting it on my sofa or in the bed of your truck then...” He shrugged and turned back to the view at the pool table.

  I knew what he was saying but I didn’t see the point of having a house built or buying an apartment in town, particularly as the main house would be mine one day. Pop reckoned once he met someone he wanted to settle down with, he’d retire from the ranch and move into town and set my aunts up in a nice little place of their own. And yeah you heard me right, when he found someone he wanted to settle down with – you see my pop was a good-looking bastard who was desperate to find me a stepm
om and had been for the last three years. My mom had passed away seven before, when I was nineteen. It had taken Pop four years before he could even think about another woman and by then his balls were so blue, he decided it was time to screw his way around three counties to find the next Mrs. Delaney.

  As I wondered where I’d fuck the brunette if she didn’t like the idea of Carter’s sofa, I didn’t notice the person who’d joined us until I heard her.

  “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,” she said, standing close to my side. “You boys really are slumming it tonight aren’t you.”

  “Fuck off, Ellie,” Carter said.

  “Just looking out for you both,” she replied and folded her arms across her chest—which had to be said was one of THE best in the whole of Texas; but hey she was my best friend’s little sister and a pain in the ass. Ellie Maples’ tits were kinda like having a cold beer locked in a glass box on a roasting hot day—the idea of it was fantastic, but you just couldn’t touch it.

  “We’re fine.” Carter growled. “Now go home to Mom and Dad.”

  Ellie let out a deep belly laugh and stamped her foot hard on the wooden floor of the Stars & Stripes bar.

  “Oh boys, how can you say you’re fine?” she asked, turning to stand in front of us and placing a hand on each of our shoulders. “When clearly you’re not thinking straight.”

  “How so?” I asked as I looked around her and noticed Jimmy Foster, our fire chief, had moved in on the girls at the pool table with his best friend Dusty Chalmers, owner of the town auto repair shop.

  Ellie moved to block my view and smiled, her brows almost up in her hairline.

  “If you were thinking straight, Hunter Delaney you wouldn’t be willing to put yourselves at risk now, would you?”

  “What risk?” I asked and frowned as Dusty began to talk to my brunette.

  “Ellie, just go.” Carter groaned and began moving away from us, his gaze on the prize. “Hunt we need to step in there quick.”

  Ellie reached behind her, her eyes still on me, and snagged her brother’s arm and with some strength yanked him back in front of her.

  “Listen,” she said and leaned in close. “I know for certain you boys don’t want to mess around with those girls.”

  Carter tried to free himself from Ellie’s grip, but she held on tight. “Just cut the bullshit and leave us alone. Just because you kicked Dominic to the curb doesn’t mean you can cockblock us.”

  Carter normally had a lot of patience, after all he needed it as veterinarian faced with all manner of hysterical pet owners, but he rarely had any where his little sister was concerned, particularly if she was on a mission to stop him from hooking up with a hot girl. It had to be said, Ellie’s favorite pastime was to try and stop us from getting our rocks off, and it had been from the first time she realized that we were no longer virgins who jerked off over pictures of the school cheer squad.

  “Me cockblocking you has nothing to do with me ending things with that douchebag,” Ellie whispered leaning in close. “Me cockblocking you has everything to do with the fact that Audrey Wilson has an itchy pussy.”

  “I didn’t know she had a cat.” Carter frowned. “She’s never brought one to the surgery.”

  Ellie rolled her eyes. “Not that sort of pussy, you idiot.” She pointed in the area of her crotch. “That one.”

  I leaned back in surprise “Woah, are you supposed to tell us that? Don’t you have to follow some sort of oath that you don’t tell anyone about your patient’s ailments?”

  Ellie rolled her eyes. “I’m a nurse on the kid’s ward, Hunter, not the Sexual Health Clinic. In any case, Missy told me, and Amber told her.”

  “Okay.” Carter sighed. “How the fuck does Audrey Wilson having an STI affect us and the two girls playing pool, who incidentally are currently being smarmed on by Dusty and Jimmy?”

  Ellie shook her head and tapped Carter’s cheek. “Because, my dear brother, she got that STI from Pauly Jansen.”

  “And?” I was frustrated, particularly as Dusty was leaned over the top of the brunette while she took a shot. This meant I was about ready to push Ellie on her ass so I could get past.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “Pauly Jansen is known for his threesomes is he not?” she asked turning back to us.

  “Yeah, and I repeat, and?”

  Carter groaned and ran a hand through his dark auburn hair. “Pauly Jansen has been there before us, hasn’t he?”

  “Finally.” Ellie slapped her thigh and grinned at us. “Okay boys, my work here is done.”

  She winked at me, leaned closer and pushed her tits against my chest. I had to admit they felt pretty good, soft and comfy, a bit like a feather pillow.

  “Oh, and Hunter, next time you want to look at my girls, don’t make it so obvious and keep the drool from your chin.”

  Then she was gone with a swing to her hips as she drew the eye of every red-blooded male in the bar – except mine, of course, because Ellie Maples was one great big pain in the ass.

  Ellie

  “You want him so bad.” Bronte giggled as I made my way back to her side and a welcoming bottle of beer.

  I waved her away and grabbed my drink from the battered bar top. If you looked carefully at it, it still bore the indentation of my ex-boyfriend’s head. I knew Penny had sanded it down and re-varnished since that night, but I think she’d only done that particular section half-heartedly, wanting to leave it as a warning for all other men.

  “You might as well admit it, honey.” Bronte purred and adjusted her boobs as Jason Miller the deputy sheriff walked past with her a lingering glance. “You want Hunter Delaney and that tight, tattooed bod of his. You want him to throw you over his shoulder, take you to his barn, and then fuck you until you scream so loud you wake up the cows.”

  As I shuddered, Bronte giggled and slapped my arm. The little bitch knew how much I hated cows. In actual fact, she knew how much they scared the living daylights out of me and she never tired of yanking my chain about it. As much as I had an irrational fear of bovines, I had a whole lot of love for my best friend, despite her not so funny jokes.

  With her pretty face and waist-length blonde hair, Bronte Jackson looked sweet as sugar pie, but she was all sorts of crazy. In senior year she’d persuaded me to empty trash over Belinda Jennings car because Belinda had called me fat ass. When we were sixteen, Bronte had also been the one to convince me that we could easily jump a train to Dallas without any money. We managed it but only because when the conductor caught us, she had screamed that he’d touched her inappropriately. She was also the one who, when we were thirteen, had sneaked us into Stars & Stripes as the women of Dayton Valley enjoyed a ladies’ night; that being a troupe of male strippers who weren’t ashamed to slap their schlongs around. Nope, Bronte held little similarity to the sweet English lady her mom had named her after; but she was my best friend and I loved her.

  “Don’t,” I snapped, shuddering at the thought of cows. “Ugh.”

  “I have no idea what your problem is with them,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “They’re real cute with those long lashes and big pink tongues.”

  That almost made me retch.

  “You’ve missed some fun times down on the ranch because of those animals,” she added as she gave me a wistful smile.

  “If you’re talking about Hunter’s wild birthday parties then I really don’t want to know.”

  I had no idea where my fear had come from, but cows scared me to the point that when Hunter had his birthday party every year, I always made sure I’d been rostered on at work. Just the thought of being within a few feet of the beasts made my skin crawl and set my nerves on edge. So, while the rest of the town’s eighteen to thirty-year-old population were running riot on the Big D Ranch, I spent my time looking after sick kids.

  My dad said it started when I saw a cow on the Delaney ranch when I was coming up for four years of age. Apparently, I screamed bloody murder until it was out of sight, and that
was that. My mom and dad had never made a big thing of it though, probably thinking it was something I’d grow out of, but I hadn’t. I’d avoided Hunter’s birthday bash for years, because it was always in the summer and always outside – so always a chance I’d bump into a cow. They were parties which over the years had turned into wild, debauched nights where there was plenty of drink, dance, sex and skinny dipping in the huge pond at the back of his dad’s house. Mr. Delaney always took his elder sisters away for the night so that Hunter and his friends could have free rein over the property, so as long as they cleared up before he got home the next day, he was pretty cool about it.

  I knew I’d missed some great nights because not only Bronte, but my brother too, loved to give me every detail. Bronte usually because she wanted me to know who’d been there, what the girls had worn and what shit the guys had shot, and Carter, well Carter couldn’t wait to tell me all about who he and Hunter had hooked up with, and on a couple of occasions, of the threesome they’d shared.