Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,31

useless female like Alec led me to believe for so many years.

Blake and Makena sat before me, both of them looking shocked at what I said, both crushing their hands to mine.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean how it sounded,” I rushed to explain, seeing their sympathetic expressions, “I just meant, well that I am used … no, that’s not it … it’s just that my ex never spent … nope, not that either.” Seeing smiles start to appear and replace the two women’s frowns, I threw up my hands and huffed.

“Who wants another drink?” I asked, laughing at myself and thankfully so did Blake and Makena. Signalling to the waitress for a round of Vodka Sunrises, I plastered on a smile and waited for the onslaught of questions I knew were coming.

“Your ex might have been a douche canoe Farron, but trust me, the Hotties are not. Makena and I should know, and I am sure so do you. Out of the three of them, Fenixx is the most sensitive and attuned to other people’s feelings. Isn’t that right, Mack?”

Makena nodded her head, enthusiastically. “Absolutely. Noxx and Hendrixx have a tendency to be rather daft at times. It isn’t uncommon for my dear husband and hers,” she drawled, thumbing her hand at Blake, “to speak without thinking first.”

Blake joined in the nodding, agreeing with her sister-in-law, “Oh, if that isn’t the truth, Hendrixx is of the belief throwing me over his shoulder, smacking me on the arse then making hot passionate love to me for hours is going to stop me from misbehaving.”

“Doesn’t it?” I asked, taking a sip of the drink I didn’t even see the waitress deliver.

“Oh, it distracts me for a while, no doubt about that. I mean … hello … Hendrixx Hott!” she declared, fanning herself.

“What Blake is trying to say, but very badly,” Makena interjected, rolling her eyes then smiling sassily. “The Hott men are good at keeping up with their women, excellent at assuming control in the bedroom, and brilliant at believing they have control everywhere else. Which they don’t because we know from experience they honour the ground we walk on and can never say no to us.” Picking up her glass, Makena held it up and waited until Blake and I followed suit then clicked our drinks together.

“To our men, hot cowboys, amazing and perfect lovers.”

“Amen to that,” Blake agreed.

I clicked my glass but didn’t voice my agreeance because I had nothing to agree with–yet. A few kisses and some hot, sexy eye contact, sweet touches, and words, but that was about the extent of my knowledge of a Hott man. Not that I was about to admit it to—

“Farron? Nixx is the same as his brothers surely,” Blake asked, half of her second drink already gone and most likely the reason behind her personal question.

Ducking my head, I wished for longer hair to hide the blush I knew had to be spreading across my face right then.

“Um, pardon, what was the question?” I hedged, while I silently prayed for the ground to open up and drag me down.

“Nixx. You and he have … you know, rolled around in the hay?” Blake asked.

“Um … nope.”

“He has shown you heaven with his tongue then?” Makena enquired.

“Nope, not that either. Actually, I have never experienced heaven by tongue. Period.”

Shut up, Farron. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Blake gawked at me, her mouth so wide it was a wonder she didn’t invite flies to invade her mouth.

“But, but you were married, right?”

“Yep,” I affirmed, nodding my head.

“So, your ex never went down … there?” Makena asked, pointing to her lap.

“Not that I know of no,” I replied, “and before you ask because I get the feeling you are going to, I haven’t been on top, or missionary nor have I reached an orgasm while having sex. I am however, extremely good at sucking dick as Alec couldn’t get hard enough with a blow job first.” Downing the rest of my cocktail, I slammed the pretty glass down on the table. “Anyone for another?” My hand already up in the air waving frantically at the waitress again.

Oh god, why did I spew all that out? By the age of thirty-four, wasn’t a woman supposed to have had an orgasm and oral sex? Or at the very least plain old missionary sex. Alec only ever took me from behind, stating it was the only way he could come.

Judging by the shocked expressions looking back at me, Blake