Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,29

kissing you for the first time, tasting your sweetness. Make no mistake about it, Farron Hill, you are the one for me. I can say that with absolute certainty.” My voice staying quiet so as not to wake the baby, or god forbid, she hears me say a certain word and repeat it one day.

Farron’s pink tongue swept over her bottom lip, and that one innocent move crumbled my resolve to take it slow and give her time before letting out the beast in me. The beast that was begging to claim his mate, to make it impossible for her to even consider leaving me, to see that I was the only one for her too.

Groaning deep in my throat, the last thread of my control snapped. Her glistening lips were beckoning to me to take them properly.

Cupping the side of her face, my lips covering hers in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. It was quick but no less meaningful, getting lost in Farron with my niece asleep on my shoulder, not the best idea, and not one to get me uncle of the year.

“Are you making out with your girlfriend while holding my sleeping daughter?” The sound of my brother’s outraged question keeping me from my new favourite flavour.

Farron.

Moaning against her lips, I felt them turn up into a smile. “He is such an arsehole,” I grumbled, but silently thankful for the reminder, this was not the place to get into a heavy petting session. I was acutely aware that the night was getting on, and Dillion was still out in the mechanics shed with Eddy checking out the various bikes we had on the farm. I promised him that I would help him learn the basic mechanical skills needed to maintain a dirt bike and I intended to keep my word.

“Don’t be a dick Noxx, she is fine and very much unaware of what just happened,” I replied drolly, relieving the bundle to her father.

“You could traumatise her with that shit, scare her for life,” he accused, settling Onyxx in the crook of his arm and immediately started to sway her gently.

“Um, hello pot meet kettle. You are one to talk, you and your wife can’t even wait until you get home to attack each other, even a guest doesn’t stop you from getting nasty in the nearest dark corner.”

“Yeah? Well at least we … fuck you Nixx,” Noxx finished lamely, realising the battle was well and truly lost.

Rolling the shoulder Onyxx had been lying on, I worked out the kinks. Onyxx may be the sweetest, most adorable little bug ever born, but she was a tub of chub and heavy for a six-month-old.

“As much as I find you two entertaining, I think it is time to go home,” Farron announced, standing up, then surprising me by extending her hand for me to take.

“Dillion has school tomorrow, and he is hard enough to wake when he has a good nine to ten hours of sleep, less and it is near impossible to rouse him.” Her voice was light, but I heard the huskiness, the kiss might have been quick but it affected her just as much as I had hoped.

“Shit, sorry baby, I forgot about it being a school night,” I apologised, getting up with her and lacing my fingers around hers.

“Where is Mack?” I asked Noxx, noticing his wife had not returned with him.

“Up at the house fixing her hair,” he answered smugly.

“Such a dick,” I laughed, pulling a giggling Farron away from the entertaining area and heading in the direction where Dillion was happily exploring.

The sound of Farron’s carefree giggle filling my senses and my heart.

“Fucking love that sound,” I mumbled so quietly I wasn’t sure she heard it until I felt her fingers tighten around mine, telling me she had … and liked it.

FARRON

Sitting in the dingily lit pub, crammed into a fifties style, fake leather padded booth, I stared at the two women across the table joining them in fits of laughter, three half-full glasses of sub-par beers in front of us.

“I can’t believe you said that, Blake,” I choked out in-between giggles.

“Why? He asked me what I wanted and my husband is all about giving me everything my heart desires,” the beautiful blonde replied sassily, her gorgeous hair bouncing around her shoulders as she flipped it back and forth like a diva. Blake Hott was anything but a diva, something I discovered quickly at the beginning of our girls’ night out arranged by Makena