stopped a shrill whistle from Nixx loud enough to get Dillion’s attention, who slowed the motorbike to a stop and looked over his shoulder to see what was happening.
Nixx held up his pointer finger at my son in a signal to wait a minute then turned his attention to me. My face had to have had a surprised and confused look because he turned in his seat, and with a serious expression, he sighed then dropped his head until his chin resting on his chest.
What happened? Did I say something wrong?
Cautiously, reaching out with a shaky hand, I laid it on his jean-clad thigh, trying not to react to how the material stretched tightly over his muscular leg or the way the muscle tensed under my touch.
Nixx let out a hiss, and I immediately went to lift my hand away, thinking he didn’t want me to touch him, but instead of shoving my hand away, Nixx enveloped my hand with his. His fingers curled around my much smaller hand pressing it hard against his denim-covered flesh.
“No, don’t.” His voice was deep and strained. Desperate.
Keeping my eyes on our combined hands, the intensity of the simple display of affection not lost on me. Fenixx Hott intrigued me as much as he turned me on, he was not like any other man I had ever known, romantically or otherwise. Most guys played it cool, played down their feelings, opting to show a tougher side. Nixx was the exact opposite, he wasn’t afraid to show his heart and emotions.
I liked it—a lot.
“Is everything okay, Nixx? I didn’t say anything did I, about Dillion—”
“No. No, you didn’t,” Nixx rushed out, turning in his seat to look at me front on, his blue eyes piercing their way into my soul. It was uncomfortable, but not in a bad way.
The way Nixx looked at me was so new and so different for me to get a grip on, to—handle.
“The fact that you are trusting me with your boy, allowing me to take care of his safety. The easy way you agreed to my ways, trusting that I know what is best for him. Means the fucking world to me baby.”
I sat statue still, absorbing his declaration, not sure where to start with my reply. Did I trust him? In the short time we had spent together, Nixx had managed to burrow underneath my skin and penetrate the walls I had installed after Alec’s betrayal. Abandoning Dillion and myself so easily, the heartless and cruel parting words he spat at me before he walked out still rang in my ears. Blaming me for him turning to other women for sex because of my inability to make him feel like a man. I’d felt those words heavy on my shoulders every day for the last four years, believing the blame for our failed marriage had to be my fault, that I didn’t have the worth a woman needed to possess in order to turn on a man and keep him interested. To keep him loyal.
Nixx might be the one to change my way of thinking.
Maybe.
“Farron?”
“You swear a lot,” I told him, smiling at him, covering the direction my mind went with humour.
Nixx narrowed his blues at me, but thankfully didn’t push for me to be honest with him, although I had a sinking feeling Nixx wasn’t the type to be happy to be left in the dark.
“Yeah, I do, is that going to be a problem for you baby? For us?” he asked, his thumbing sweeping a gentle path on the top of my hand, sending shivers to all the right places.
Us. It held so much more meaning than the two little letters intended. Provoked questions, demanded answers.
Us. It sounded so lovely but scary at the same time. Opening up to a man, letting him in and trusting him. Was I even capable of such things like trust, honesty with my feelings, sharing parts of me I had kept hidden for so long?
Nixx and I together was a very enticing thought to consider. I was very attracted to him, drawn to his easy manner and down to earth, no bullshit personality. His honesty was very refreshing, as was the loyalty he showed for his loved ones. The man was perfect, all wrapped up in a sexy, flannel package.
Taking a steady breath, I leaned forward, and before I could chicken out, pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“No, it isn’t going to be a problem for us, Nixx,” I