Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,22

my head for one of the mechanics to see to it.

“Come on, big man, let’s go meet the lady you are going to see a lot of around here from now on,” I encouraged Hercules to follow me out of the arena. A swarm of butterflies had taken up residence inside me as I walked the horse towards the ute. Last night exceeded my expectations as far as Farron letting me in went. Dancing with her had been a miracle, her relaxing into me, a dream come true, but that kiss? Mind-blowing!

I never meant to go that far, kissing her in front of her staff and the patrons, but fuck me. The way she clung to me while we swayed to the music, the way her fingernails dug into my flesh. Whether she knew it or not at the time, Farron had been claiming me too, she just didn’t recognise the action. I swallowed her moans like I had every right, and by god, I did. Keeping my promise to her and keeping it slow was going to be hard, but I was determined to keep my word to her. Farron had not had a good time being on the receiving end of someone who wasn’t good to her, from the little that I knew already about her marriage. We were yet to have that conversation, but I intended to learn everything about her, and that meant I was going to have to find a way to handle hearing her talking about another man.

Judging by her reaction to my intensity and then the kiss, I gathered the dickwad baby daddy didn’t have a clue how to keep his woman satisfied.

Thank fuck. Farron’s ex was a moron, no doubt about it, but I still had to weave my magic on Farron slowly and carefully. I promised not to push her and that was still the plan.

The sooner she trusted me, the quicker I got to have her under me.

Naked and moaning my name.

FARRON

The drive to the Triple H was spent trying to answer every question Dillion had for me, with answers I didn’t really have.

Did Nixx, because that’s what Dillion was calling him now, have Kawasaki motorbikes or Yamahas? Will there be helmets and gloves for him to use? Will Nixx have some food? And so the questions went until we pulled into the drive beneath the elaborate fancy gateway to the property. Then Dillion changed his mind and decided Nixx and his family were rich, and suddenly the atmosphere in the car changed from excitement to nervousness.

I, too, felt the anxiety of what was waiting for us beyond the long, long, really long driveway. In my old life, a long drive meant money, and fancy gates signalled stuck up money. The description didn’t fit in with the Hott members I had met so far, Lenoxx, Hendrixx and their wives and, of course, Nixx and his mum, not recalling if I had met his father or not.

“Geez, Mum, are you sure this is the right place?” Dillion whistled loudly when a huge stone and wood homestead came into view. The house, or mansion, had to be bigger than my restaurant, house and the whole block they sat on. Framing the stone and wood dwelling was a wrap-around verandah painted in an antique white that set off the dark bluestone blocks and light Oregon wood. Rose bushes lined the circular drive that led to the house and a perfectly trimmed hedge skirted the outside boundary of the house plot.

The whole place was stunning, amazingly beautiful and very tasteful. It shouted money, but not in your face bragging.

Classic.

Homey.

Welcoming.

A pang of jealousy clawed at me. This was all I ever wanted for Dillion. Not the house so much, but the feelings the view evoked. We were yet to get out of the car and go inside, but the feeling of family pulled at me.

“Hey, Mum, there is Nixx!” Dillion called out, pointing wildly at the windscreen and the man and horse standing outside a fenced paddock looking structure. Turning the steering wheel, I directed the car away from the beautiful house and up a gravel drive.

“Funny how Nixx wears a ball cap and not the same as his brother Hendrixx, hey Mum?” Dillion noted as we drew closer to Nixx and the horse he had on a lead rope, his fists curled tightly as he held onto the large animal.

“Maybe we should just stop here, bud,” I suggested, quickly parking the car noting the