breaking some of the tension and making me smile at him.
“Oh, oh, right yes,” I stuttered foolishly, but quickly and rather awkwardly placed my hands on his upper arms, and trying not to moan at the definition I felt over the flannel of his work shirt.
“There you go, see just dancing.” Nixx smiled back at me. The smile wasn’t cocky or conceited, nor was it condescending. Encouraging and happy.
“Um, so you know Macy?” I asked, moving a little freer now. My hips swaying in time with his.
“Yeah, just about everyone who was born here went to the same school.”
I did a mental look over Macy’s resume and recalled where she wrote down her age. She was younger than Nixx, so they must not have been in school together at the same time, so maybe they dated at some point.
“You and Macy?”
“No, her older sister Katy. We had a thing for about five minutes back in high school, she was too scared of my mum for us to get off the ground. Mum has that effect on some women,” he said, laughing.
“I understand that,” I muttered, thinking back to earlier when she invited me to call her mum. Something I was not going to share with her son. Ever.
“I don’t want to know what she said to you, do I?” Nixx asked, smirking at me like he just read my mind.
“Ah, no,” I agreed, feeling a little more comfortable being this close to him. So much so that my hands rubbed over his biceps and up to his shoulders and found purchase on the broad muscles there. Dancing involved touching, and we were dancing, so technically, I wasn’t breaking my rule of no relationship. At least that was what I was going with, the fact that my pulse sped up when he called me baby did not factor into it at all. Not a single bit.
Damn, I am screwed.
FENIXX
I was in fucking heaven.
Who knew all it would take was Garth singing about getting back into dating for Farron to be finally in my arms, albeit a little tense and stiff, but I was willing to take anything at this point. I had to think of Farron like a skittish colt. A gentle tone and constant soothing touch my only way to prove I was trustworthy and worthy of her.
Slowly, I moved my hands around to her back and splayed them just above her jean covered butt, being sure to keep them appropriately away from where I really wanted them—clutching at her perfect arse.
“So, can I ask what Hottie 3 is all about?” Farron asked as the song changed to a faster beat, but both of us stayed in a slow sway.
“Argh, it’s a shitty nickname the three of us got saddled with while in our teens and sucks,” I grimaced, “small towns have a way of making their own amusement. Lenoxx, Drixx and I gave them plenty of fodder in our wilder days.”
“So, you’re number three because you were born last?”
“Yep, Drixx is 2 and obviously Noxx 1. It pisses us off like you wouldn’t believe, but there isn’t any stopping them, so we just roll with it.”
“Wild days? You have a reputation with the ladies then?” Farron’s lip caught between her teeth, her eyes dropping to look at my throat, and that sexy, pink stain was back.
“There is the truth and then there is folklore. Ninety percent is embellishment and the rest is what really happened, trust me. Unless you are talking about the scraps with the local coppers we got ourselves in or the daredevil stunts, those are one hundred percent accurate,” I told her rather proudly. The Hott brother’s antics back in the day were still sitting at legendary status, one I gladly admitted to happily.
“Oh, do tell,” Farron smirked, her body starting to relax against me. Whether she was aware of it or not, her fingers were making slow circles on the balls of my shoulders; the neat blunt ends of her nails felt wonderful over the thin, worn material of my work shirt. I was well aware of it, and fuck, I was loving it.
Encouraged that Farron was asking questions and the fact that her body wasn’t a tightly coiled spring now, I was only too happy to give her some of the Hott brother’s history.
I told her about the time when Hendrixx and I swapped places on a date, and when the three of us spent the night in the police station lock-up for indecent