Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,10
thought she knew something you didn’t, gave me a clue that Mum spooked my beautiful girl.
My girl.
She was gonna be. Time was all that was needed for her to get on board with my way of thinking, but it was going to happen.
Farron. Fuck, I loved her name, it was unique like mine. One of a kind. It spoke volumes about the lady she was, beautiful, sassy, and mysterious.
Well, not that mysterious. I had already done some research on her, just enough not to be seen as prying but enough to know she was independent, hard-working and fucking stubborn. My stalking found her marriage certificate, her son’s birth notice and her divorce decree. I also managed to hack into her bank affairs and found that she had bought out her ex, then sold the house and moved to Cattle Ridge, where she bought the pizza joint. Her loan was manageable but didn’t leave much wriggle room for luxuries. The house connected to the restaurant was a decent one now thanks to Farron’s individual touch. It was in reasonable shape, with three bedrooms and an average-sized yard. Her car was in need of tyres, but she kept the services fairly routine.
Her son attended the local high school, opting to keep him close rather than sending him to one of the larger ones in Mansfield. He worked weekends for his mum, and according to Dick Welch, the father of Dillion’s best mate was saving to buy a dirt bike.
Yeah, okay, so I was stalking her to the point of obsession, but it was harmless. I liked to know what I was getting into and where I was going before I undertook the journey. Any kind of advantage was better than none at all.
“All loaded and secure Fenixx,” Eddy yelled out to me, bringing me back, “do you need me to drive the truck?”
I thought for a minute on my next plan of attack. Spending time with Farron was my main goal, she was skittish like one of Blake’s broken horses. Whether that was from her ex was still yet to be determined, but I didn’t like the thought that she could be frightened by me.
I had to go slow, let her see that I wasn’t about anything other than getting to know her. Patience was something I had an abundance of, sitting and waiting in my DNA.
“Nah, it’s cool mate, just let me go tell Farron I am set to go,” I said, looking over at her and seeing that she was scowling at me, her lips moving as if she was muttering to herself.
Holding in my laughter, I made a mental note to ask Ma what she said to get my girl’s beautiful browns glaring at me that way.
Vaulting off the back of the flatbed, I smirked at the way her hand landed on her chest just over her heart. Even from this distance I could see her chest move rapidly in and out.
“You are so interested, Ms Hill,” I declared softly, “and so am I.”
If I was being honest, I loved that Farron liked looking at me. I couldn’t get away from the fact that my brothers and I were good looking, our faces came with our bodies, sticking us with the attention we garnered from the female population.
Never once had I ever felt the need to preen under the scrutiny until now.
Adding a little more swagger in my hips, I made my way over to the beauty sitting nervously on a hay bale.
“All loaded up, my lady. You set to go, or do you have time to take a look around?” I asked, hoping that she wanted to stay.
“Um, I better get moving. The restaurant is being handled by my manager today until the dinner shift, but I want to get home and get to some housework.”
“Righto, maybe another day?” Hope spewed from me, and I didn’t give a fuck if I sounded like a desperate fool. I wanted to spend more time with her, here or at her place made no never mind.
“Well … your mum kind of invited Dillion and I to come over and use the farm’s facilities.” She hedged, looking at me with some trepidation, but it was her bottom lip in between her teeth that stirred my aching cock to a full-blown boner. Fuck, I wanted to feel those teeth graze lightly down my shaft then have her wet tongue drag along the sting soothingly.
A small gasp of shock left Farron’s pouty lips, her