Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,24
guy back to his stall then go feed Lancelot his daily sugar treat before Blake starts texting me, demanding to know if I did her bidding.” Nixx flicked his wrist around the rope once, twice then clicked his tongue.
“Come on Herc, time for some feed.”
Intending to step out of the way so Nixx could go ahead of me, he surprised me by grabbing my hand with his free one and pulled me gently along with him. His fingers laced with mine, instantly warming me, not only inside but my face too. I was really going to have to get my blushing under control, Nixx obviously liked to touch no matter the location or who else was around him. If we were going to see where this attraction between us was going, I was either going to get on board or put a stop to the PDA. The thought of stopping them stirred an ache in my chest, the pain tangible and real and unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Then, there was our age gap. Fenixx might not see a problem with it, insisting our four year difference hardly a problem, but that wasn’t all that worried me. Nixx had never been married; I was divorced. I had a kid; he was yet to start that part of his life. He was a sexy cowboy with lots of sexual experience. My pussy had never had a man’s tongue anywhere near it, nor had my vagina clenched and tightened in orgasm around a man’s … cock.
“Thinking about something interesting, baby?” Nixx enquired all of a sudden, his deep voice adding fuel to the fire, not only spreading across my cheeks but the inferno between my legs.
When did just the word cock become a core clenching aphrodisiac? And why couldn’t I stop blushing?
Nixx squeezed my fingers, a deep low chuckle left his lips, making me grunt at him in annoyance. I needed some hand with Nixx, some advantage where I could turn the tables and give him a hard time, maybe get him blushing for a change.
“So,” I growled, giving him the stink eye, “how many horses do you have here?” I asked, desperate to get his and my mind on a safer subject, with Dillion walking only a few feet ahead of us, this was not the time for my lady bits to come to life.
“Okay, baby, we will play it your way,” Nixx agreed, with a knowing smile.
“We are primarily a cattle farm, but we have an equine breeding program, and Blake takes in broken horses and heals them.”
“Heals them?”
“Yeah, Blake is the head breaker around here and a horse whisperer. She has had the gift since I can remember. In fact, this guy here,” Nixx pointed at Hercules, “is one of her success stories, as is Lancelot, hers and Hendrixx’s stallion.”
“A horse whisperer. I didn’t know that was a real thing other than in the movies,” I admitted, hoping I didn’t sounding like a first-class city slicker.
“It really is. Blake’s dad had the gift too. He taught Blake how to break and train horses and she taught herself how to heal them. Every healer has their own method, and Blake’s is softer and more hands on, literally whispering to them.”
“Blake is nice from what I know so far when she comes into the restaurant.”
“Yeah, Blakey is something alright. When her old man died, her care went to my parents. She is like a sister to us, well Lenoxx and me. Drixx never saw her that way, obviously,” he added with a smirk and a roll of his eyes, laughing.
“Obviously,” I agreed, feeling the tension I felt in the car and since roll off my shoulders.
“See,” Nixx leaned over and whispered in my ear, “this is us just getting to know each other. The first step to making us–an us.” Warm breath tickled my ear, and hot lips brushed my skin.
Thankfully, Dillion’s excited shout stopped me from moaning needily and offering Nixx my body right there.
And another layer of bricks tumbled, replacing them with more hope that I was making the right choice with Nixx.
“Dillion is loving this Nixx, thank you so much for taking time out of your day to show us around you home,” I said again for the second time in ten minutes. Sitting in the front passenger seat of a golf cart with Nixx driving, we followed Dillion, who was in front of us on a dirt bike. Even over the sound of the 125cc motor, I could