Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,11

eyes glued to my bulging crotch, and that fucking sexy pink stain was back again.

Smirking like the arsehole I was, I didn’t even bother trying to will my cock back under control. I wanted her to know that I wanted her, wanted her to start to get used to what was going to be hers.

“So, Ma beat me to it, did she? The woman doesn’t know how not to interfere,” I told her, smiling, no heat in my words at all. My mother was the most important person in my world. Growing up the way I did, she and I spent so much time together, and it created an unbreakable bond, much like the one my brothers and I shared.

Some called me a Mumma’s boy, and I didn’t give a fuck. The woman deserved a medal for the love she showered on the three of us. And for putting up with Will!

“She seems to think that there is something …” Farron paused, her lips thinning and her brows scrunching together as if she was in the middle of a mental argument with herself, “no, it doesn’t matter, let’s get these ovens back to my place shall we?” Her voice firm and not inviting me to continue the conversation.

Well, fuck that.

Stepping closer to her, I reached out and with my finger, slipped a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. The softness of that one strand almost made me weep with the need to plough my entire hand into her hair just so I can feel it in all its sexy glory.

I’d never considered hair sexy before, but Farron’s dark mahogany short curls were most definitely very sexy. If memory served, I remember Makena once describing a similar style on an actress as bed hair.

And fuck if my sister-in-law wasn’t right because that was exactly how Farron looked–like she rolled right out of bed after being well and truly loved.

Just like that, the smirk fell off my face and I replaced it with a scowl. I was still to find out if Farron was still seeing that tickturd from Mansfield. Her rolling out of bed with anyone but myself did not please me one bit.

Before I could stop myself, the question slipped out in an angry rush.

“You still seeing that auctioneer?”

“Pardon?”

“The wanker from Mansfield, you still seeing him?” I asked again, the arsehole in me well and truly in control.

“Well, not that it is any of your business, but no. We went out a couple of times, but neither of us were feeling it,” she replied in a sassy huff that made my dick twitch.

“Feeling it? You let him touch you?” I growled out, rage boiling my blood at the mere thought.

“My god Nixx, what is wrong with you? How is this any of your concern? Me touching someone, or vice versa, shouldn’t mean anything to you.”

Quicker than I could blink, I had her face cupped in my hands, her soft cheeks a stark contrast to my work-roughened hands.

“I don’t like thinking about some guy touching you, and I really don’t like thinking about the other thing you said.” My voice was rough, and my jaw was clenching so hard it was a wonder my teeth weren’t turning to dust.

Brown eyes looked back at me, wide and shocked, but there was a cloud of desire sitting front and centre in her orbs.

“Oh,” she breathed, her lips once again being trapped between her teeth.

Running my thumb down the apple of her cheek, I slipped it over her mouth and gently pulled the luscious morsel of flesh free.

One day soon, I am going to bite that lip.

“Yeah. Oh.”

***

I freaked her out. When we arrived back at her place after driving less than thirty kilometres an hour due to the heavy load and potholes littered all over the dirt back road, Farron practically jumped out of her car and bolted for the back gate that led to her house. I had already called her during the drive to ask if I could use her car to hitch up the trailers to so I could get them off the flatbed, she tossed the keys at me over her shoulder as she raced past me to get away.

“Fucking idiot Hott,” I muttered, angrily releasing the hitch on the trailer from the tow-ball and pushed it back into position with the other two ovens. Farron had an open carport type structure where she housed the ovens. While Cattle Ridge was generally a safe place and relatively free